Category: The Dish

It’s back.

AWOL.

The Arab press reacts to Bush’s visit to the region. Tough crowd.

Rod Dreher’s readers tell him who he is.

And the Clintons’ latest tool. A profile of Robert L. Johnson.

A luke-warm reception from a largely black crowd. Even a few boos.

The pressure ramps up.

To his credit, Hewitt still lets him blog:

So much for Iowa and New Hampshire not mattering this year.

Roll up:

Professional Celebrity Rock Music Band, group not to exceed seven people for tour of FOB’s [forward operating bases] in Kuwait and Afghanistan for February 4-13 2008. The band should be an active rock band, with a music genre consisting of Southern Rock, Pop Rock, Post-Grunge and Hard Rock. At least one member of the band should be recognizable as a professional celebrity. Protective military equipment, such as kevlar, body armour, eye and ear protection will be provided when the group is travelling on military rotary or fixed wing aircraft.

Someone’s bragging:

I love peanut butter. But more importantly for the statement you are about to read here, I know peanut butter. I know peanut butter the way Da Vinci knew fluid mechanics, the way Einstein knew physics, the way Grand Master Flash knows a turntable, the way Tom Brady knows how to perfectly balance throwing touchdowns and humping supermodels. I have eaten it. I have coddled it. I inhaled. What can I say? That’s how I spread.

Hat tip: Kottke.