Apparently, Stephen Colbert is a big fan of Arkanssouri and Gummint Cheese.

Stephen Colbert suggests giving out Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged to Trick-or-Treaters.




Sound familiar? It should.

Take a look at a Gummint Cheese strip from last year:



Near-plagiarism is the sincerest form of flattery, I guess.

To make it up to me, I expect Stephen to name me his running mate. I've even got my own campaign song.

Foam Dome In The Foam.

This will never make it onto Song of the Day.

She should marry Lukas Foss.

It's not my fault; it's the poop's!

Minnesota bridge collapse blamed in part on pigeon poop.

Nat Taggart would have forseen the probability of pigeons pooping on his bridge and taken appropriate measures to keep it from being a problem.

Blame It On The Poop
by Milli Vanilli

You said you didn't need her
You told her good-bye (good-bye)
You sacrificed a good love
To satisfy your pride
Now you wished
That you should have her (have her)
And you feel like such a fool
You let her walk away
Now it just don't feel the same
Gotta blame it on something
Gotta blame it on something

Blame it on the poop (poop)
Blame it on the stars (stars)
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
Blame it on the poop yeah yeah
You can blame it on the poop
Get
Ooh, ooh (ooh)
I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand the poop
I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand the poop
Yeah, yeah
Should've told her you were sorry (sorry) huh
Could have said you were wrong
But no you couldn't do that. No, no
You had to prove you were strong ooh
If you hadn't been so blinded (blinded)
She might still be there with you
You want her back again
But she just don't feel the same
Gotta blame it on something
Gotta blame it on something

Blame it on the poop that was falling, falling
Blame it on the stars that did shine at night
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
Blame it on the poop yeah yeah

You can blame it on the poop
Cos the poop don't mind
And the poop don't care
You got to blame it on something
(Blame it on the poop)
(Blame it on the stars)
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
Blame it on the poop yeah, yeah
You can blame it on the poop
Girl

Ooh, ooh (ooh)
Girl
I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand the poop
I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand the poop

Get
Girl
(Whatever you do...)
(Blame it on the poop yeah, yeah) x 3
You can blame it on the poop, blame it on the poop,
blame it on the poop baby
(Blame it on the poop yeah yeah)
Blame it on the stars that did shine that night
(Blame it on the poop yeah yeah)
Blame it, blame it on the poop
woo
I'm walking
I'm walking

Walking in the poop
Walking in the poop

(Poop, poop)
(Stars, stars)
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
(Blame it on the poop)
yeah yeah
(Blame it on the poop)
that keeps falling, falling
(Blame it on the stars)
that did shine that night
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
Blame it on the poop yeah yeah
Blame it on the poop (poop, poop )

For a brief moment, FORTUNE catches up with ARKANSSOURI.

You've no doubt noted how I point out that certain catastrophic failures caused by our "Reward Failure/Punish Success" government dovetail with events depicted in Ayn Rand's magnum opus Atlas Shrugged.

Just this morning, I was thinking that maybe the only thing Ayn Rand got wrong in the book was that it seems the John Galts haven't gone on strike at all. They've retired instead.

Adam Lashinsky of FORTUNE/CNNMoney notices the parallels, too.

Then proceeds to retreat into his comfort zone of blaming the rich for not allowing themselves to be subjugated as a resource to be mined to feed the machine of bureaucracy and the appetites of the looters.

We'll get through this. We always do. As a country we'll become outraged at our crumbling infrastructure and demand that our leaders fix it. By punishing their stock prices - what they really care about - lenders and home builders who duped people into spending beyond their means will get their comeuppance. And then the stocks markets and the economy will be just fine. Plutocrats will realize that their limos travel over bridges and that their employees take the subway.

Quote of the day.

This one sounds like something that would come out of the mouth of one of the looters in Atlas Shrugged:

"Various things fall off airplanes from time to time."

Oh, well. It's just one of those things that happens. Nobody can do anything about it. Why ask questions nobody can answer? Who is John Galt?

Oyster Shrugged.

Randian superheroes do exist in the real world.

Putting the price way up over $4 a gallon isn't about making a profit. It's
about making a statement to a multinational corporation. After Shell forced him
to pay higher prices for gas in San Francisco and jacked up his rent, Oyster
says, he decided to fight back.

"I got fed up,'' Oyster admits. "It makes a statement, and I guess when
people see that price they also see the Shell sign right next to it.''

In fact, far from making a huge profit, Oyster is going out of
business. He has operated the Shell station at Sixth and Harrison for 22 years,
but he's walking away from it at the end of the month, handing over the keys to
Shell officials and expecting them to shut it down.

"I'm getting nothing for the station,'' he says. "I just give them the
keys and walk away. . ."

I wonder what job he'll take up in Galt's Gulch. Window-washing, perhaps.

[H/T 2 Drudge.]

Barack Obama Kelos a (now former) supporter's MYSPACE page.

And you thought eminent domain only happened in the brick and mortar world. Remind you of anyone, specifically the looter class in ATLAS SHRUGGED?

(Yeah, yeah; I know MYSPACE management isn't the US government, but it IS in a sense the government of MYSPACE.)

[H/T 2 Drudge.]