Yes. But I want you to love me for my mind, too…
Rene Gonzalez: Looking for Love!
Well now. You never know what you might find by poking around online. Like this personal ad, for instance. Seems when our little commie friend Rene Gonzalez isn’t badmouthing a dead war hero, he’s looking for a little companionship. This image is big (I captured the entire screen), so click the thumbnail below for actual size. Will you make a Rene Gonzalez love connection? See? Even sniveling, pampered little commie
Life of Allusion
So Wavy Gravy goes to Washington, takes a dump, and the entire busload of Merry Pranksters skips the light fandango right out of his aged hippie ass. Along with Rip Taylor. And Princess Leigh-Cheri. And what looks to be about forty pounds of partially digested easter eggs. Anti-globo protest hint 1: never, ever buy organic “burritos” from a guy selling licks off his Colorado River Toad. Wavy should’ve known better.
Talking back to 80s music, 7
No, she’s the kind of girl you dream of. Me, I like a chick with a little more stuffing in the pillow. Hell, give me a beanbag chair with a tongue, I’m easy… **** for Bruce “Easy Lover,” Phil Collins and Philip Bailey
But the wine and the song…
Enough with politics, though. Tonight I’m going to relax and watch Chinatown and The Two Jakes. Back to back. Because I’ve earned it. On an unrelated note: yes, we did, didn’t we Terry…? We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun… I’m glad you tracked me down, guy. I mean, what’s it been? — twenty, twenty-five years? Let’s meet for a beer or something this weekend.
Et tu, tu quoque?
Steven Den Beste has a detailed post in which he examines all manner of contemporary political rhetoric built upon tu quoque — a fallacy of argument so common these days that it’s become a sort of conditioned preamble to the bulk of Democratic partisan discourse, it seems. Notes Den Beste: […] here at home, I see another place where the truth needs to be told. The putative Democratic candidate for
L.A. times
“…Your ‘Pottery Barns’ are dens of iniquity, your ‘Restoration Hardwares’ the gathering places for demons, Jews, and false profits. And don’t even get us started on your ‘Chick-fil-As’, with their delicious, deep-fried tenders and their evil honey-mustard dipping sauce, peace be upon us…”
Moldy Oldies
Q: What do you get when you cross Frank Lautenberg and a 200 lb. rooster? A: Two enormous cocks. **** More and more. Honestly, I don’t know how some of these Democrats are able to look at themselves in the mirror. I really don’t.
Re: Point Number 4
Oh, “fisk-ing…” With a “k”. I thought you said something else entirely. And I was about to be all like, “why don’t you keep your government jackboots out of my bedroom, you crazy, Buckleyfied, rightwing Indian.” Never mind then. Carry on. *** h/t Emily.
Scenes from the 9-11 Commission Hearings, Private Session, The Oval Office, continued.
All participants, in unison: “‘…Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle, when the sun
