Drivethrough lady: “Welcome to McDonald’s, may I take your order please?” Me: “Yeah, I’ll have a sausage McMuffin, hashbrowns, and Ted Rall is the most pernicious little odious vermin that nature ever suffered to crawl upon the surface of the earth.” Drivethrough lady: “Yep, him and Gulliver* both, sir. Anything to drink today?” ***

for my wife When we dined with royalty that one time, you told me you were stepping out to get some      air, but I thought you meant      heir, and I was all like, man, that kinda sucks.

America before Reagan: my goodness, what a downer the Carter administration was. **** via Mark Levin

There’s nothing I’d like to see more in my lifetime than some bugle player performing “Taps” over the gravestone of identity politics. This gives me hope. Steve Green has more.

Ted Rall is still an idiot a font of hate.* *updated for precision.

Oh goody. Now the Iraqis can enjoy cheese, vodka, bratwurst, and a fortune cookie with their freedom. They must be so pleased.

That’s a rhetorical question, right? *

so much depends upon a red professional-grade, liver-colored wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white Country Buffet Restaurant, chickens. where Michael Moore waits to be wheeled back to his limo, the fat hack

Love, demystified: Among other areas, parts of the pre-frontal cortex — a bit of the brain towards the front and implicated in social judgment — seems to get switched off when we are in love and when we love our children, as do areas linked with the experience of negative emotions such as aggression and fear as well as planning. The parts of the brain deactivated form a network which

Hamilton: “Doesn’t anybody fucking knock any more…?”