Hickery, dickery, dock! The mouse ran up the clock: The clock struck one, the mouse ran down… Hickery, dickery, John Kerry is an opportunistic scumfingerer.
A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (seventh in a series)
The American Hotel Part 2 Baudelaire Michael Moore was sitting in a doorway with a a wino on San Francisco’s skidrow. The wino was a million years old and could remember dinosaurs. Baudelaire Michael Moore and the wino were drinking Petri Muscatel. “One must always be drunk never trust a Republican,” said Baudelaire Michael Moore. “I live in the American Hotel,” said the wino. “And I can remember dinosaurs.” “Be
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Q: What do you get when you cross Fred Barnes, Michael Moore, and Al Franken? A: This Weekly Standard essay. Q: What What do you get when you cross Fred Barnes, Michael Moore, Al Franken, hot water, and chopped celery? A: Soup. Really awful soup.
Beam, mote, something or other
Scott at Wunderkinder looks at the Pew Study on the Media and notices that the numbers shine a peculiar light on many self-styled “moderates”: […] conservative media members seem more forthright about possible bias in either direction in the media in general. 68% of conservative members could think of a news organization that was especially conservative; the same could think of an organization that was especially liberal. Meanwhile, there was
Tomorrow’s headlines today
French “achitectural showpiece” collapses, killing 4 foreign nationals; UN moves quickly to condemn Israel for the catastrophe because why not?
Tomorrow’s headlines today
French “achitectural showpiece” collapses, killing 4 foreign nationals; UN moves quickly to condemn Israel for the catastrophe because why not?
“Strength”: the link
If you haven’t already done so, you owe it to yourself — and to me, and to Jimmy Buffet, and to the girl/guy you met that one time, who smiled at you, but whose phone number you never asked for — to read this. It’s quite long, but it’s well worth your time. Trust me.
“Strength”: the link
If you haven’t already done so, you owe it to yourself — and to me, and to Jimmy Buffet, and to the girl/guy you met that one time, who smiled at you, but whose phone number you never asked for — to read this. It’s quite long, but it’s well worth your time. Trust me.
