by Ana Marie Cox
Hello gentle readers, I’m another one of the Andrew manques tasked with creating trouble while he frolics with the beagles or cruises Amsterdam or whatever excuse he gave. (He’s really campaigning for Lamont, right?) I’m the former proprietor of Wonkette and the author of Dog Days; these days I hang out around the Time DC bureau and wait for someone to tell me it’s all been a horrible, horrible mistake.
I’m pleased to see that Andrew broke the Jonbenet ice on the blog a few days ago, as that is the subject that’s occupied my fleeting coherent thoughts of late. At first, a false confession seemed about as likely as Rove getting Karr to confess as a distraction from the war. (Though I haven’t checked Democratic Underground yet…) Now the Rove theory seems more credible than Karr does — the man is a pedophile, sure, but an UNUSUALLY CRAZY pedophile. It will make a truly awesome movie of the week.
Now, where were we?
The Dish 