Prediction 1: Ten bucks says some late-night talk show host will use this evening’s monologue to punctuate a joke about this story with a quip about locating those missing WMDs. Or about Teddy Kennedy’s gravitational pull. Prediction 2: It won’t be funny then, either.

Q: What do you get when you cross John Kerry and a grapefruit? A: A pampered superliberal whose sleeve-rolling populism isn’t fooling anyone. Or else a squishy grapefruit. Your choice.

Well, it’s a lot easier to fight than a loose alliance of blood-drenched Jihadists, ain’t it? And less likely to go boom. Which I’m told is a big selling point with some Europeans.

I was really looking forward to making myself a nice Spanish omelet this morning, but, y’know, fuck that noise… TORTILLA ESPANOLA (SPANISH OMELET) Ingredients ——– ———— ——————————– 4 tb Olive oil 2 lg Onions — peeled & cut -into thin slices 2 lb Potatoes, peeled & cut -into thin slices 6 Eggs Salt — to taste Pepper — to taste NOTE: In Spain, a tortilla isn’t the cornmeal flat bread

Above: Frightened Spanish voters on Sunday wonder, “Is this where we go to surrender, por favor?” Not pictured: Jihadists celebrate with sweet tea, figs. [Update: if you’re here because this self-satisfied Kerry lapdog thinks he’s sniffed out an “anti-Spanish ethnic joke” and sent you over to fight-the-hate™, you’ll no doubt be disappointed with what you find. Unless you believe along with him that the use of a Spanish phrase by

Wow. More than eight months left ’til the November presidential election and already several energetic stalwarts in the BeatBush™ crowd — by way of an ad parody (coupled with more conventional media-friendly tactics, like claiming victim status) — are painting the Bushies and their supporters as closet racists who nurture an irrational distrust of “swarthy” people. Which means come October the Dems will have upped the ante, and we’ll begin

Here’s a happy thought: tonight, while my wife and I are enjoying pizza and a movie (Chuck & Buck most likely, unless I can convince her she’ll like Mother, Jugs & Speed, which is doubtful), Saddam Hussein will be squatting over a bucket somewhere, dreaming of gold-plated toilet seats while he wipes his ass with old Nation articles. Ain’t life grand…?

Overheard on line at the snack machine just outside the Senate chambers, March 11: Kerry: “…the fact is, Tom, there’s a Republican attack squad that specializes in trying to destroy people. They questioned McCain’s parentage in 2000. They attacked Cleland’s physiognomy in 2002. And now they’re repeatedly attacking my patriotism by trotting out my Senate voting record for public scrutiny. Apologize to them? Why should I should apologize to them…?”

That’s right boys. Give ’em a good verbal scolding. Pound a table or two, pitch your voices sternly, maybe even roll up your sleeves and threaten some serious-sounding diplomatic intrusion. Then, retire to your fois gras lunches, where you’ll pat yourselves on the back and share a few linguistic war stories — each of you laying claim to having mischievously introduced the most uncivil of adjectives into your carefully crafted

Writing in The Weekly Standard, Andrew Ferguson cleverly explores the postmodern turn in contemporary politics: […] it’s become customary for a presidential candidate to “get his message across” by simply announcing that he’s getting his message across. Attending a rally for John Kerry, or watching one of his TV ads, or drifting through his website, a voter will hear the candidate say: “My message isn’t for just part of America,