Somewhere in a cave, Osama bin Laden is laughing his ass off.
Brad Friedman on
the arrest of a wingnut who fatally shot a convenience store owner in Houston, Texas (it's always Texas, isn't it?), then gave himself up because the arresting officers were white. He had a Republican Party sticker on the back of his truck. I guess this is one of those "real Americans" Sarah Palin talks about.
Matt Taibbi eviscerates David Brooks. (Not that it's difficult to do, but still....)
Sherry on end of year lists, thus absolving me from having to do one, because frankly, once I get past Michael C. Hall and John Lithgow of
Dexter, the Als Grayson and Franken, and Mr. Brilliant's near-miraculous ability to get rid of even the nastiest computer virus, I'm not sure what else would be on a Brilliant of the Year list.
For you gossip-hounds,
AK Muckraker has
a dispatch on the Palin/Johnston custody battle. Hey, it's a heck of a lot more interesting than Jon Gosselin staging a break-in of his own apartment.
SteveAudio sez,
"Lie down with dogs, you'll wake up with fleas."Jared Stancombe on
intelligence information sharing.
Dave Johnson on how it really does look like
corn syrup is a culprit in obesity. (In other news, I just found out this week that
caffeine increases cortisol levels. So in addition to giving up my one can a day of Hansen's Diet Tangerine Lime soda, now I have to cut back on the coffee too. I've been drinking blueberry green tea instead, which probably isn't much better.)
Blue Texan with
a reality check.
Six cups of coffee? Hey,
Doghouse, you might want to read the link about caffeine, above.
A day without
snark from Bustednuckles is like a day without sunshine.
It's not too late to enjoy
some holiday recipes courtesy of
The General.
And I thought I'd seen a lot of movies in my life.The great
Driftglass on
the sudden ubiquity of Larry Johnson.
Sorry, but a Democratic President doesn't get a free pass. Between the "sharp-dressed man" and
this, I want to know what the fuck is going on in this country.
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Considering the fact that every airplane, every house, every letter of the Constitution, every history that we tell ourselves, lands flat square upon the dead backs of the Native Indian, we're sitting in pretty good clover, actually.
Aren't we?
Don't worry, be happy?