Category: The Dish

Megan points me to these words of wisdom:

As for policy positions, as best I can tell, the Democrats want to give most of the southwest U.S. to Mexico, and invite Muslim terrorists to publicly behead everyone making more than a million dollars a year, except for Steven Spielberg and George Soros. Republicans, meanwhile, want to kick anyone with a Mexican-sounding name out of the U.S., and conquer the entire Middle East so that Halliburton will have work after it kills all the porpoises while drilling for oil off the U.S. coast, which will soon be just east of Kansas City, as a result of the Bush-Reagan-Hitler global warming conspiracy.

Both parties are convinced that government is exceptionally skilled at doing things they want more of, and entirely incompetent when it comes to things they don’t like.

Here’s an ad now popping up in South Carolina:

If he wins, you’ll know why.

Keep ’em coming:

Ms. Clinton, the bitter old crone,
Thought Dem votes were all her’s alone.
But then came Barack,
Who was right on Iraq,
Now smears fly by speech, mail, and phone.

Gerard Baker nails it:

I sense that the syndrome says something about what has gone so badly wrong with the conservative movement in the past ten years. It has become so intolerant and exclusive that once orthodox views are now regarded as heresy; while views once merely narrow and eccentric are now prerequisites for membership.

John Edwards gets dropped from polling questions.

As several million bird-loving readers have told me, it was not a Herring Gull but a Ring-Billed Gull. Awesome photo whatever kind of gull it is. Thanks for the emails! Love you. Mean it.

The wonderful world of unintended technological consequences.

I posted it here. It’s verified here.

Michael Lewis gets a vasectomy and spares us no detail:

The nurse returned, wearing the same blank expression but now waving a new disposable razor, which struck me as a cheap tool for a dear job. She worked quickly and joylessly, like a Marine barber. I wanted to be helpful but there wasn’t much to do, except to hope she didn’t flinch. In the vast silence, insane thoughts flitted across my disturbed mind.

Is it possible to shave something off by mistake?

Jesus Christ … What if I get an erection?

Would it be my last?

Maybe I should pop one off, just for old time’s sake.

A tradition revamped.