Surely, someone along the way HAD TO notice this.

Got TARD?

Question:

Can people without hydrocephaly stay at the Waterhead Hotel?

Is it wrong . . .

. . . to make a mental note to one's self that a baby he sees resembles an ugly drag queen impersonating Fiona Apple trying to pull off the heroin chic look?

I mean, it's not like I . . . um, er, I mean this theoretical someone . . . said it out loud.

Graph of the humor content of two common occurences.

Half-movies.

Star Wars is a much better movie if you shut it off as Darth Vader is poking around in Obi-Wan's robes with his lightsaber.

Full Metal Jacket is much better if you end it at the end of the bathroom scene.

Deliverance is much better if you roll the credits right after the redneck tells John Voigt to pray.

Similarly, Pulp Fiction is better if you hit Eject right after Bruce Willis opens Zed and Maynard's door.

I haven't figured out when the best time to end Kiss of the Spider Woman would be.

But Out of Africa . . . that should have ended at the casting call.

New self pic.

I'm not gonna tell you which one I am.

The Adventures of Claire McCaskill, a.k.a. Senator Ratchet!

MS cops break gay man's nose, call him names, try to frame him for DUI, get to spend a year at home watching Jeopardy.

I wonder, if a couple of gay men pulled a couple of off-duty cops out of their car and did the same things to them, would they get to relax on the couch for a year, or would they become Inmate Bubba's New Girlfriends?

And all Clinton did was steal the furniture and some "W" keys.

Nanny Huckabee destroyed hard drives, emptied emergency funds to pay for it (partially).

Department of Information Systems Director Claire Bailey says hard drives for 83 computers and four servers were destroyed, or crushed, after some information was downloaded onto backup tapes. Before the drives were physically destroyed, they were wiped by writing over their memories.

Huckabee didn't respond Thursday to an e-mail asking questions about the computers and his use of the emergency fund.

Remind me again, what was Iran-Contra about? Ollie North shredding some papers?

Lost in the larger, and admittedly more important, story might be this little detail of another of his uses for the emergency fund:

In addition to paying for destruction of the computer hard drives, Huckabee had spent money from the fund on various projects throughout the year, including . . . ten-thousand dollars to the Hot Springs Documentary Film Institute to purchase a car.

A documentary film institute that has to take the bus? Now THERE'S a freakin' emergency for you!

There are honorable Republicans out there. Even some holding and/or seeking office.

Mike Huckabee is not one of them.

What's the Huckster doing today? See here and here.

[H/T 2 memeorandum.]

Dammit; I've done it again.

Fallen into an alternate universe again.

This one seems to be just like my own, except that here The West Wing is still on the air.

I first heard this the night before last on Radio Habana, but I can't find it on their site, so here's another Cuban source.

Washington, Jan 16 (Prensa Latina) US President George W.Bush excluded movie star Martin Sheen, playing the main role in the series "The West Wing," from a visit to the White House with the rest of the cast, Internet site Imdb.com revealed on Tuesday.

...

The cast was invited to the Executive headquarters so they could see the real life of their counterparts, the artist highlighted.

Um . . . no.

I know Jawge is a little out of touch, but I don't see him inviting the cast of a TV show that ended 10 months ago to the White House, just so he could snub Martin Sheen.

I have to try to find a hole in the space/time continuum now, so I can maybe find my way off of this Bizarro World and get back home.

I'd go there.

Gas station to offer "Terror-Free Oil."

[H/T 2 Drudge.]

Unfortunately, CNN didn't decide to be not mangling their sentence structure.

From yesterday's CNN Newsroom:

And this just coming in to CNN. We're getting word that Senator John Kerry will announce soon from the Senate floor that he will be not running for the presidency.

Ouch. My head hurts.

I don't even know what to call that. It's ALMOST a split infinitive, but not quite. In some ways, it's even worse. Are they outsourcing their copy writing to India?

'Cuz it sure sounds to me like something Apu would say.

Carl Levin gave Senator Ratchet the clap . . .

. . . directive.

From yesterday's Glenn Beck TV show:

[BECK:] Although Claire McCaskill said -- and I thought it was a shocking moment of honesty. Said today that she was actually watching Carl Levin to figure out when to stand during the applaud. When should I clap, when should I stand?

It is sad that my senator does not trust her own ability to decide when she should clap.

What do the feminists say about a woman who lets a man decide for her when she can clap?

Outsourcing one's intellect is never a good thing.

What if Senator Ratchet and Carl Levin have different standards about what is clapworthy?

Oh, I forgot. In groupthink, there ARE no different standards.

So much for that whole "Secret Identity" bit.

My Superhero Name is Commander Justice.
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A quibble.

As close as Jack was to Valencia (he could see the mushroom cloud and a 'copter near him was downed by the shock wave), wouldn't the nuke's EMP* have knocked out all the circuitry in his cell phone and the cars around him?

* EMP - abbrev. "electromagnetic pulse"

Question.

Which is more "buying American*" -- buying a Toyota manufactured in America or buying a Ford made in Mexico?

* - "American" as in "United Statesian," not "American" as in "from North or South America."

Coach Cooper would whop me upside the head with a ruler if he knew.

Coach Cooper was my high school Algebra I & II teacher. He had a fondness for giving his students irritating nicknames, but that's beside the point.

The point is, I discovered something over the weekend, doodling in my notepad while having a cup of coffee alone at a restaurant.

Sometime in the last 20 years, I have forgotten how to do all of Algebra II and most of Algebra I.

My brain had to make room for Spongebob, I guess.

It's not a good feeling knowing I am more stupider than I used to be.

Speaking of Tom Hanna . . .

. . . he joins People for Global Warming here.

Speaking of God . . .

... an interview with a reasonable theist (who knew such a thing existed?) in Discover magazine (it's not online yet, so don't bother looking for it) brings up a good point I hadn't thought about before.

Think about a set of identical twins (Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen excepted, of course.)

How many souls do they have?

Two, of course.

Yet at conception, and a few days thereafter, they were the same person.

Therefore, they didn't get their souls until sometime later.

Therefore, what we consider human life does not begin at conception.

No fair!

Tom Hanna got Ron Paul for his birthday.

I got Hillary Rodham.

Is this proof God hates me?

On the 8th anniversary of my 29th birthday . . .

. . . I am about to be snowed in.

They are calling for a possibility of freezing rain all the way through Tuesday.

Will be back in touch when I can.

GIANT PHEASANT ATTACKS MOUNT RUSHMORE!

That thing is HUGE! And it's poised to poop right on Teddy Roosevelt's head!

UFO buzzes Van Buren AR.

What is in Van Buren that they could be so interested in?

[H/T 2 Coast To Coast AM.]

MOBA* Day 2.

Found an American-made notepad at the grocery store, alongside a foreign-made one.

Cost of American-made one: $.79.

Cost of foreign-made one: $.25

Difference: $.54

216% penalty for buying American.

Question: Which is more "buying American," buying a product assembled in the United States out of foreign parts, or buying a product assembled in China out of American-made parts?

RUNNING TOTALS:
American-made products purchased: $3.13
Foreign-made alternatives: $1.19
Difference: $1.94
Percent surcharge: 163%.

* MOBA - "Month of Buying American"

I'm guessing Clinton will give Michigan a wide berth.

Adultery in Michigan can get you a life sentence.

When Kip finds out, if he hasn't already, he's gonna sh*t.

[H/T 2 brainhop.]

3 Days . . .

. . . 'til Mr. Hutchison's Birthday!

Benny Parsons, 1941 - 2007.

The first thing he noticed, even in the fumes and heat of the cockpit, was that he could once again breathe. The next thing he noticed, as he looked in the rear-view mirror, was how the number on his helmet kept changing, from 55 to 27 to 72.

The track was smooth; the sky a deep azure.

He wondered over the rumble of the engine why there were no other cars on the track. Was this a qualifying lap?

"No, BP," a deep, booming voice in his head replied, "You're more than qualified."

He tightened his chinstrap and drove on.

There were no turns on this track.

"What am I doing on a drag strip?" he asked.

"You'll see," the voice replied.

Then the first one came. When he first saw the FOLGER's logo on the hood, he thought it was his own car. It settled behind him, a little to he right. Then he saw the face in the driver's seat.

Tim? Tim, is that you?

The driver in the car behind him gave him a thumbs-up and a big grin.

A truck merged onto the track, it's big GMAC logo on the hood gleaming in the sun. He caught a glimpse of the #17 on the door as it settled in beside Tim Richmond's car.

"Good to see you again, Ricky," he thought.

Ricky Hendrick nodded.

The next one, a car this time, was a garish pink and yellow, with a 51 on the side and COUNTRY TIME on the hood. It pulled up beside him briefly so Neil Bonnett could wave and flash him a smile, then pulled back, settling behind Tim.

The unmistakable glint of chrome wheels caught his eye as the #18 Fastenal Dodge truck pulled up beside him. Bobby pulled his window net down and shouted to him that the race was almost over and there was gonna be one heckuva victory celebration for him. Then Bobby fell back and settled in line.

They drove that way for a little while, more cars and trucks joining them. Then he noticed the cars behind him parting, making way for another machine.

It was black. It had a 3 on the side and Goodwrench on the hood. The face in his rearview mirror was grinning from ear to ear.

Earnhardt slammed into his rear bumper and bumpdrafted him ahead of the others.

The two got ahead of them by ten car lengths and Earnhardt pulled out to pass.

Benny saw the finish line ahead and floored the accelerator.

Earnhardt pulled to the inside; Benny blocked him.

Dale swung to the outside; Benny blocked him.

"Benny," the voice in his head suggested, "You can go as fast as you want. There's no restrictor plates in heaven."

Benny stomped even harder on the gas as Earnhardt pulled up beside him.

"Missed you, BP!" the Intimidator shouted at him.

"I missed you too, Dale!" Benny shouted back.

"The racin' here in heaven just got a whole lot funner!" Dale replied, and backed off. Just this once, he'd settle for second.

The checkers flew and Benny crossed the line. God greeted him in victory lane and presented him with the trophy. "Welcome home, BP," He told him.

Benny didn't even have to worry about getting the names of his sponsors in.

And that was the latest running of the Afterlife 500.


See Benny's poignant final blog entry here.

The Month of Buying American.

Listening to Derry Brownfield go on and on yesterday about foreign goods and the disappearing working class in America, I had a question.

How much would it cost someone (well, okay, me) to buy only American-made goods? What monetary penalty would I pay to do so?

And what kind of obstacles would arise to try to prevent me from doing so?

So I decided to perform a month-long study. I'm going to buy only American-made goods and keep track of both the cost I paid and the cost of available foreign-made alternatives.

I needed a 4-pack of AA batteries, for instance. The cheapest American-made ones I could find were Rayovac's, at $2.34. The cheapest foreign-made ones (oddly, they were a generic offshoot of Rayovac made in China) were $.94. So, in that one transaction, I paid a $1.40 penalty to buy American on a $.94 product, which works out to a 149% surcharge.

I am not counting the extra sales tax paid, because the state where I live has varying tax rates on different products.

I also needed a 12-pack of diet soda, and there I ran into my first obstacle. I picked up some Sam's Choice Diet Dr. Thunder and looked all over the package to see where it was made. There was no such information, only where it was distributed from: Bentonville, Arkansas. This does not tell me where the product was made or bottled. I noted that the brand name USED to be "Sam's American Choice," and they had to change it for SOME reason. It cost me $2.00, and to the best I could determine, there were no foreign-made similar sodas available at the store. Where there is no option, there is no choice, so I will exempt this, and similar situations in the future, from the study.

I realized I would need a small notepad to keep track of these differences and headed to the school supply aisle. There were small notepads there for $.25, but they were made in China. The next-highest-up was $.84, but they were made in Brazil. No similar product made in America was available at all. So I didn't buy one and kept the figures in my head until I got my receipt.

I had a similar experience with buying a pen. Multi-packs of foreign pens were there for $.50, but the only American-made ones came one or two to a package and cost upwards of $2.00. I did without and waited until I got to the car, where an old pen was waiting, to write down the prices.

I went to eat at Dairy Queen, and came upon another problem. From what I gather, Dairy Queen is headquartered in Minneapolis, but I do not know, and really have no way of finding out, if they use foreign ingredients. I have a feeling this will be a problem at any restaurant I go to, so I may exempt such purchases from the study.

I am under no delusion that my buying habits are representative of the larger population. In fact, I'm sure they're not. I am thrifty almost to the point of compulsion. So, you can pretty much assume that whatever results I come up with, yours would be more pronounced.

RUNNING TOTALS:

American-made products purchased: $2.34

Foreign-made alternatives: $.94

Difference: $1.40

Percent surcharge: 149%.

5 days . . .

. . . 'til Mr. Hutchison's birthday!








Hey, where's Maynard?

Early parole from FamObs . . .

. . . so I thought I'd drop in and say "hi" just to stay on my MWF schedule.

You know how we autistic types are with our routines.

FamObs...

... will prevent me from blogging Monday, most likely. See you Tuesday.

Finally,

I am weaned off Old Media's quaint little concept of The Evening News.

How, you ask? Why, you ask?

I have my reasons.

Factoid you didn't know about me.

The only scene I find creepy in the movie Beetlejuice is the one at the end, where the dead football players are singing and dancing on the staircase, with Winona Ryder floating in front of them.



Everything else in the movie is cartoonish, but this scene, for some reason I cannot put my finger on, I find creepy.

Notable Passing.

Robert Anton Wilson, R.I.P.

I note that flags are being flown at half staff and many government offices will be closed Monday.

All hail Eris.

[H/T 2 Blogcritics.org]

Kasie Hunt catches up . . .

. . . to this modest blog in noting the Jackass Party's Differently-Kept Time.

You're a little late to the party, Kasie.

Unless you're going by DPT*, in which case maybe you're early. Or right on time. Or never really existed.

But betterworse lateearlypunctual than neveralways.


Maybe Speaker Sugar Tits is a Timelord.

[H/T 2 Drudge.]

*- DPT: abbrev., "Democrat People Time."

A Republican I can vote for!

Finally, I don't have to feel irrelevant by voting in the Libertarian Primary!

Ron Paul For President!

[H/T 2 memeorandum.]

HHAAPPPEEE BIRFDAY TOOOoooo YOOooooo . . .

. . . Mr. Hanna, Haaappeee Birfday Tooo Yoooooo!

From the Party That Brought You "Differently-Kept Promises" . . .

. . . the Jackass Party has now come up with "Differently-Kept Time."

“We decide what constitutes the 100 hours,” said Stacey Bernards, a Hoyer spokeswoman. Chiefly, Mr. Cogorno decides. It is a monumental charge.

What's the line from Reefer Madness? You know, the one about the Demon Weed causing "errors in space and time"?

So, by this logic, someone who is on lunch hour counts only the time spent in the act of EATING lunch, not the actual passage of time?

This, my friends, is magical thinking. Time passes objectively; it is not a function of the activity performed during it's passage.

This is the mindset of purple pens* and outcomes-based-education.

This is the end result of everyone being equally "special."

This is the negation of reality.

This is the refutation of reason.

This is the ruling party. And we have elected them.

God help us.


*- purple pens: n, pl. This is a reference to several school districts replacing the red pens used to grade homework with purple pens, because the color red is viewed as harsh and unpleasant by the student. What is not explored is the probability that after a few papers where wrong answers are marked in purple, purple will be associated with failure and will thus be viewed as harsh and unpleasant by the student.

Amazing. And not in a good way.

It amazes me what passes and doesn't pass for news.

You'll recall yesterday I alerted you to the fact that mass murderer of schoolgirls Mitchell Johnson was caught on a drive with guns, drugs, and a guy who shot his father with a crossbow in the car. He was, of course, arrested.

Even knowing Johnson's history as a mass murderer of schoolgirls, the authorities granted Johnson bond and released him.

You would think that this would be BREAKING NEWS ON CNN stuff.

I did everything I could to alert everyone from Drudge to Fox to Nancy Grace to Brian Williams to Rush Limbaugh to Glenn Beck about it.

I checked Techorati this morning. No links to my post about it. Only one other link to the KAIT story. Google News has a few links, but nothing national.

No interest in it at all. Not a nibble. Except for an automated response from NBC Nightly News, not even an acknowledgement that I sent it to them.

Too busy covering important things like the pissing match between Rosie, Trump, and Barbara Walters, I guess.

Freed Westside murderer arrested. And released on bond.

From KAIT:

Mitchell Johnson was arrested on New Year's Day after a traffic stop in Fort Smith yielded the discovery of a small amount of marijuana in his pocket. Police then searched Johnson's van and found a loaded 9-milimeter pistol. Johnson was released from the Washington County jail on a $1,000 dollar bond.

The world is insane. And not in a good way.

I'm sending this as a news tip to Drudge, CNN, Fox, and whoever else I can think of.

Remember when all the Commies were on the Left?

Schwarzenegger's been around the Kennedys, Hollywood, and the Berkely crowd too long. Their socialism is rubbing off on him.

“Everyone in California must have health insurance,” Mr. Schwarzenegger
said.

Really, everyone? Tell me, Arnie, why would a multibillionaire need health insurance? Wouldn't it be more economical for him to hold onto his money and then, if an illness does arise, pay whatever expenses it causes out of pocket?

He made it clear that a variety of mechanisms would be used to provide all Californians with insurance and that the responsibility of providing it would fall on the government, employers, health care providers and the uninsured themselves.

Note the absence of "insurance companies" in that list.

But then, this IS the "Insurance Company Enrichment Act."

[H/T 2 memeorandum.]

5 Days 'Til Tom Hanna's Birfday!

Read product's commercials review here.

I wasn't paying attention until they got to the sh*tting part. They showed this kid playing with the dog and then a closeup of it's ass. When you push it's tail down, it drops little brown plastic pieces of dog crap. Then you use the scooper to pick them up. This is the most disgusting toy I have ever seen in my life. I can't describe it, you have to see this shiny little dog turds dropping out of the toy dog's butt to appreciate just how bad this thing is. Not to mention that fact that you have to feed the little piles of crap, I mean "biscuits" to the dog to refill him

Notable passing.

Momofuku Ando, the inventor of ramen noodles, died Friday of a heart attack.

And the world became a less better place.

Pluto doesn't go quietly.

"Plutoed" named word of the year.

SHHHHhhhh. PETA* will hear you.

NASA may have found, and killed, life on Mars.

The Viking experiments of the 1970s wouldn't have noticed hydrogen peroxide-based life and, in fact, would have killed it by drowning and overheating the microbes, said Schulze-Makuch.

* -- Yes, I know PETA stands for "People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals," and that microbes are not multicellular and therefore not animals. But I'm sure that wouldn't stop them from piping up on the issue.

Red Spy In The House of the Lord.

Archbishop Stanislaw Wielgus resigned on Sunday after admitting to collaborating with Poland's communist secret police -- conduct that the Vatican's top spokesman acknowledged on Sunday had "gravely compromised his authority".

[Former Hitler Youther] Benedict had defended Wielgus in the face of a rising tide of allegations, and the Vatican sent out a statement last month saying it had taken his past into account when it elevated the former bishop of Plock to the prestigious post.

The parallels are indeed ominous.

I often characterize individual Leftists as characters from The Fountainhead or Atlas Shrugged...

... but Barney Frank is straight outta Anthem.

"Government doesn't have to interfere with the free enterprise system, but we can work along with it to reduce inequality," Frank said.

Equality, in the sense that Frank uses it, does not mean "equal protection under the law." In fact, it means the opposite.

It means that, no matter how badly you have fugged up your own life, you are entitled to reap the same economic benefits as someone who has made all the right choices.

It means that the government will punish good choices and reward bad ones, as it did in the Soviet Union.

And we saw how that ended, now didn't we?

Jackass Party's "Differently Kept" Promise #2.

From Drudge:

Democrats ran to expand the work week in the House to 5 days.

But guess how long that lasted?

Not even one week!
...

A Hoyer press release obtained by the DRUDGE REPORT boldly declares: "Monday, January 8, 2007: The House is not in session."

Hill sources claim The House is taking Monday 'off' this week, because of the championship football game between Ohio State and the University of Florida.

Well, as long as they have their priorities straight!

Hay, Foxnews!

How come the link in this pic on your website --

-- takes you to this article?

I actually want the bear article, so I can see if maybe the reason the poor cub can't sleep is that too many damn people keep taking his picture for their news stories.

8 Days ...

... 'til Mr. Hanna's birthday!

Happens every year.

Thanks to my little walk in the bizarre snow the other day, this year's round of the Heinous Upper-Respiratory Thing is beginning to set in.

I slept a total of probably two hours last night.

Tomorrow I am scheduled to try once again to quit smoking. It was a New Year's Resolution, but the sixth is a better day to quit, according to the moon signs.

No, I don't believe in the moon signs.

But nothing else has worked so far.

I switched over to Lights on the first to begin the weaning process.

Maybe the Heinous Upper-Respiratory Thing will kill me.

Now that's not suspicious AT ALL, is it?

Molestation charges against former FBI agent dropped after "the sudden and unexpected death" of the alleged victim.

I find it a little odd that no cause of death was reported.

There's a punchline in there somewhere about the victim being whacked, then being whacked, but I can't finetune it.

[H/T 2 TruNews via the shortwave last night.]

How is it paranoia if he was really being watched?

Doctors interviewed by the FBI told agents that when the associate justice stopped taking the drug, he suffered paranoid delusions. One doctor said Rehnquist thought he heard voices outside his hospital room plotting against him and had "bizarre ideas and outrageous thoughts," including imagining "a CIA plot against him" and "seeming to see the design patterns on the hospital curtains change configuration."

Yes, Willie Ren got the agency that was after him wrong (it was the FBI, not the CIA), but that these files exist is evidence he was being watched.

[H/T 2 memeorandum.]

Memo to tomtom:

Xmas is over; it HAS been over for more than a week.

Xmas was LAST year; quit running the damn radio spots where the tomtom voices sing "Deck The Halls" already!

Lake-effect snow sans the lake.

I wake up this morning, ready to go to Warm Fork park and do my laps. I'm up to five now, increasing by one per day.

I take Tiny out into the front yard for his morning business. It is frosty. It is cold. My porch thermometer tells me it is twenty degrees.

It is foggy, but it is not snowing.

I decide I can tolerate a little cold, so I don my longshoreman hat, my brown jersey gloves, and since it is not raining or snowing, my spiffy new black leather jacket I bought myself for Boxing Day Eve.

I drive to the park, get out and begin my laps.

About halfway through lap 2, it begins snowing, along one of the two small creeks that merge at one end of the park. Not big flakes; not flakes at all, really. More like particles of snow.

I look across the park; it isn't snowing over there.

The snow doesn't get any bigger, but it does get more intense. It starts building up on my spiffy new black leather jacket I bought myself for Boxing Day Eve.

I finish lap two when I reach my parking spot; I get in the car.

It has snowed enough that my rear window wiper has frozen to the glass.

I decide to go home and return to the park later today when it is supposed to be around fifty degrees, to finish my laps.

I leave the park.

I notice on the drive home that is not snowing anywhere else in town. One bridge that I cross over spans the park. I look over the edge.

Indeed; it is still snowing in the park. It is even turning certain grassy areas a minor shade of white.

As I get to the other end of the bridge, it stops.

Later in the morning, I tell people of the snow.

They look at me like I am some exotic species of bug.

Marion County IN Health Department would rather the elderly be homeless.

Thelmon Green, the cigar-chomping old man who for the past seven years has lived happily in a Chevrolet van, is being ordered to move by the Marion County
Health Department.

Sheryl Crum, of the department's Housing Division, visited Green's digs
Thursday and pronounced the arrangement "not a healthy place to live."

Ah, but it IS a place to live, which the government is taking away from him.

Mr. Green minds his own business, does not take government handouts, and was satisfied with his life.

But, you see, Mr. Green doesn't own his life.

And I don't own my life.

And you don't own your life.

The government does. And it gets to veto your choices. Even those that don't hurt others.

Until we stop allowing it.

"Lord have mercy," said Philip Hall, a friend of Green's who often brings him food. "What this is is government people who have a mandate to save us from ourselves."

I agree, Mr. Hall; I couldn't have put it better myself. But who's going to save us from our government?

10 Days 'Til Tom Hanna's birthday!

Don we now our tinfoil hats.

ChiTrib: O'Hare buzzed by UFO; Corporate/Government coverup.

Some airline workers reported seeing a mysterious, elliptical-shaped craft over O'Hare International Airport last fall but say their bosses and the government wouldn't take them seriously.

The Federal Aviation Administration has dismissed the reported Nov. 7 sighting by United Airlines employees as a likely weather phenomenon.

Sorry, but a mirage looks different from different angles. All the witnesses reported seeing, except for the size, the same thing:

A group of workers, including pilots, told the Chicago Tribune on condition of anonymity in remarks published Monday that they saw a dark gray, flying saucer-like object hover motionless in the sky above the United terminal around 4:30 p.m. that day.

After several minutes, the object -- described variously at 6 feet to 24 feet in diameter -- bolted noiselessly upward through thick clouds so powerfully that it left an eerie hole in the clouds.

An unknown aircraft buzzes an American airport, and most media don't alert us?

BTW, Old Media, November 15th, Coast To Coast AM scooped your asses on this story. Long live Art Bell and his progeny.

Counting backward is HARD!

[H/T 2 Drudge.]

Jackass Party's already breaking promises.

Speaker Sugar Tits isn't wasting any time.

Democrats To Start Without GOP Input

[I]nstead of allowing Republicans to fully participate in deliberations, as promised after the Democratic victory in the Nov. 7 midterm elections, Democrats now say they will use House rules to prevent the opposition from offering alternative measures, assuring speedy passage of the bills and allowing their party to trumpet early victories.

What do Tom Hanna and the British Government have in common?

No, not a fondness for frilly hats.

They both hate on cheese.

Cheese is to be treated as junk food under new [British] advertising rules for children's television.
...
The National Farmers' Union described the decision as ' nannying gone mad'.

Those of us of a certain age remember being taught in the welfare schools about the Four Food Groups. One of the groups was "Dairy," and a suggested example of dairy was cheese.

Now we find out that cheese is junk food.

I think reparations are in order. Something patterned after the tobacco settlement. Only we go after the government for promoting the product.

[H/T 2 memeorandum.]

Transdimensional wormhole.

Giuliani camp says the dossier was stolen, not lost.

Has anyone looked in Hillary's closet? Documents have mysteriously appeared there before.

Did anyone think to give Sandy "Stickypants" Burglar a cavity search?

[H/T 2 memeorandum.]

"Dook swimmers"?

Okay, ewwwwww.

Funeral fatigue.

Jeez.

Are we going to KEEP wallowing in the death of a minor president until the NEXT one dies?

Move on, old media!