An unlikely supporter of the reparations movement, conservative columnist Michele Malkin takes out her calculator and begins crunching her own reparations numbers. The result? — K-ching!: A year and a half ago, when this self-pitying business of slavery reparations first took off, I whipped out my own reparations calculator. I urge others to do the same, and start clamoring for your own personal payoff: My ancestors from the Philippines were

hick: (hk) Informal n. A person regarded as gullible or provincial:

“A 31-year-old woman working in a kiosk in

Men in the London workplace — calm, compassionate, charitable, helpful; women in the London workplace — violent, dangerous, fistacuffs-prone shrews. Or something like that.

curmudgeon: (kr-mjn) n. An ill-tempered person full of resentment and stubborn notions; a crusty irascible cantankerous old person full of stubborn ideas.

VH-1 offers its list of the “100 Greatest One Hit Wonders” of all time — a snarky* attempt by the Video Musak station to denigrate some wonderful, lasting ditties. Included on VH-1’s list, for instance, are such great tunes as David Soul’s (yes, that David Soul) “Don’t Give Up on Us, Baby,” Suzie Quatro’s (aka “Leather Tuscadero,” for you “Happy Days” fans) “Stumblin in,” the Musical Youth’s “Pass the Dutchie,”

Some stories require no comment. Here’s one such, from the Cincinnati Enquirer: Everything worked out in the end in the wait for a stolen ring that police say was swallowed by their suspect. But a detective said he will seek more felony charges against 30-year-old Sean Hargrave — for allegedly producing the evidence earlier in the week, then hiding it again. Tuesday, the missing $2,500 diamond engagement ring, first discovered

Writing in The National Review, James Bowman offers his thoughts on the UNC Qur’anic-primer controversy, concluding with this wry observation: […] like most academic studies these days, the UNC teach-in is all for the sake of making the teachers feel better, and more virtuous, for showing off their own tolerance in public. And why does the state sponsor that? Uh, good question. ‘Cause it’s cheaper keeping ’em around than it

Anybody else stay up until 2 a.m. this morning watching Urban Cowboy — only to find that right afterwards you had the strange urge to lift weights, chug a Lone Star beer, chew through a coupla of Mezcal worms, and beat the shit out of Debra Winger…? No…? Well then me neither. Stupid Scott Glenn and his stupid muscles. Stupid Charlie Daniels Band. (I’m exhausted and delerious, by the way.

Okay, I’ll admit it: Guys who embroider kinda creep me out. And guys who embroider and then admit to it on their brand new blogs really creep me out. But worst of all — like, the cream of the creepy crop worst, I mean — are those guys who embroider, admit to it on their new blogs, and then link to my site. What do such people want, do you