When my lovely wife Chris and I were recently vacationing in our undisclosed location, I forgot to mention that Biscuit was as well. She spent the entire time we were away with our pals and their two righteous children in their Brooklyn abode. She had a fabulous time. Here’s a pic of her eyeballing their cucumber salad and not their roasted chicken because she is a well-behaved hippy cat. I love this photo.
p.s. More Biscuit pics on the way this weekend. I can’t believe how big she’s gotten. I used to hold her in the palm of my hand and now it’s hard to scoop her up without using both of my hands.
Those of us following the antics of ex-half-governor (H/T Strange) Sharpie are trying not to enjoy the utterly predictable news that she and her entourage somehow sniffed out the Oscar swag suite, fell upon it, and cleaned it out, as one horrified vendor said, “like locusts.”
How this was arranged is baffling, but E! online reports that the pillaged goods were to be donated to charity, but as yet, no move has been made to transfer the wealth. How Palin’s daughter’s new designer haircut is going to be given will be a mystery up there with whatever happened to the crumpled designer schmattes lent to Palin by the RNC, which, as far as anybody knows, are still in the “belly of the plane.”
Flushed with success from helping RINO Rick Perry defeat one Tea Party candidate and two women, conservative confection Sarah Palin tried out some schtick and her new, extra-Bumpitty hairstyle on Jay Leno’s Late-Nite Corn Opera.
It was so obvious, it was just staring the country in the face, but it took the intermittently firing neurons of Jeannie deAngelis at American Thinker to formulate and give vent to just what everyone’s been thinking:
At first glance, it might appear to have been a mistake for Massachusetts Senator Cosmo TruckNutz to wrap his sinewy arms around Obama’s socialist jobs bill on Monday. As chronicled here, formerly smitten teabaggy fans went berserk on the senator’s Facebook page—to the point where his post on the topic had to be removed.
But the vote was actually a brilliant move. Why? Because the ensuing brouhaha served as a distraction for the potentially far more damaging revelations about Brown that came out on the same day in thisNew York Times piece.
...just like the damned Missile Defense Agency logo. Fuckin’ geometric shapes are taking over America and laughing at WE THE PEOPLE, dude.
What are they gonna say about Frank Gaffney? What are they gonna say? That he was a kind man? That he was a wise man? That he had plans, man? That he had wisdom? Bullshit, man!
Is Weigel right? Or will Hillary jam the throttle and go auguring into the conning tower of the USS Mulligan, in a last-ditch Hail-Mary run against Obama, Palin and/or an Insane Teabagger TBA? Inquiring minds are obviously bored to paste-eating distraction with C-SPAN and the Olympics.
Casual observers may believe Obama beat McCain because of things like effective organization, disgust with failed Republican policies, a VP candidate who wasn’t a booger-eating moron, etc. But the GOP poobahs know better: The party that transformed an addled, daddy-dependent, AWOL, prep-school cheerleader into Commander Codpiece understands the power of image.
Before McCain had even delivered his concession speech in 2008, the people who really run the GOP (hint: the money people, not the tea party yahoos, dittoheads, Paultards, etc.) identified the cause of the loss and were busily engaged in developing a new strategy.
Captain America stands for a lot of things, but he’s never been a bigoted patriotic chauvinist—except during a brief appearance in the 1950s by a paranoid, Commie-hating pseudo-Cap who adopted the flag-themed bunny-suit after the original Winghead retired rather than name names under severe grilling by McCarthy’s HUAC.
For some people, of course, 70 years of dick-slapping Nazis, Bond-grade terrorists and Frenchmen isn’t enough of a purity test. And when Cap and his AA superhero pal The Falcon recently observed a gathering of anti-government protesters with alarm, the Teabaggers, predictably, jumped the shark. Keith Olbermann addresses the controversy here.
Marvel Comics, owned by America-hating media conglomerate Disney, has already agreed to alter the offending graphic panel in future re-issues of the comic book story—a concession which, ironically, has rendered the original printing of the mag a hot, investment-grade collectible.
Despite Marvel’s decidedly un-heroic backdown, however, the Star-Spangled Super-Soldier has been forever pegged by the Tea Party crowd as a brainwashed Obot who wields his adamantium shield against helpless Paulites in wheelchairs.
Sarah Palin is a silly person. I got the idea from another blog to put her silly face on a silly picture from Tim Burton’s new movie Alice in Wonderland. However, I’m not very good at this—and now I can’t make her look like Helena Bonham Carter again.
Can any ‘Shop-savvy ‘Roasters help me out? Sarah makes this movie way creepier than even Burton intended. Thanks!
Here’s teabagger pin-up dude Marco Rubio (watch out, Scott Brown!) making a joke about Obama’s silly use of teleprompters…with a pair teleprompters right in front of his mug. Jesus. This absurd hack, who counts Jim DeMint as a political hero and patron, will probably be our next senator down here in Florida.
Speaking of Jim “Lurch” DeMint, the feelings are oh-so mutual:
“I was standing backstage with tears,” Sen. Jim DeMint (R-S.C.) said following Rubio on stage. “Reminding myself what we have with Marco. What a treasure.”
DeMint at least has the good grace to look like the B-grade wingnut villain he is. Imagine a young, handsome DeMint with cross-ethnic appeal, a pleasing delivery style and 27 electoral votes in a critical swing state. That’s Rubio.
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Try getting that from a cupcake.
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