Am I the only one struck by the almost Dickensian poetry of that name for a White House spokesperson? Particular as it seem oxymoronic. Are we supposed to use the first, or last name as a guide to the veracity of statements made? Given the many absurd statements coming out of this White House, particularly lately, I’m going to go with the former.
Category Archives: Humor
Obama And Star Wars Fans
A new White House petition demanding an apology.
<TROLL TYPE=”SELF”>Frankly, Star Wars and Star Trek both suck. They’re for people who can’t handle real SF.</TROLL>
A Dispatch From Sequesteria
It’s a report chock full of grue:
Some of us from NRO were assigned to a cluster of hovels and lean-tos that has come to be called Ezra’s Alley. Others of us are acres away, on a strip they call Boehner’s Run. Still others are unaccounted for.
There is word of potable water and even some fuel on the other side of the river. But all of the crossings are controlled by the warlords of Alexandria and their confederates. From the tales told of their depravity, you’d rather drown than be taken alive.
Oh, the humanity.
Hagel’s First Day
I have to say, if you thought that Twitter was being brutal to Hagel before the confirmation vote, you should see my timeline now.
Save The Crab Lice
Only two days left to sign the petition. It only needs 99,950 signatures.
A Monkey Washing A Cat
This is fraudulent. It’s actually a chimp.
I know it’s not Friday, but whatchagonnado?
No, Suzi Parker
Sarah Palin is not going to work for Al Jazeera.
Too good to fact check, I guess.
[Update a couple minutes later]
More scoops for Suzi. Heh.
Hopefully, her humiliation is just beginning.
[Update a few minutes later]
#suziparkerscoops
Iowahawk: “There are times when we should cease the cruel humiliation of a fellow human being. This is not one of those times. #suziparkerscoops”
What Happened To The Clovis People?
The zombie theory.
Run, Ashley, Run
A campaign that would be a Bluegrass State Republican’s dream.
Janus
Some thoughts on Roman gods:
I always thought it peculiar that the Romans had a god of doorways, since that seemed a rather minor job for a deity, and would subject the fellow to ribbing at the God Conventions.
“What do you handle?”
“Oh, war, pestilence, violent expansionism. And you?”
“Doors.”
“Doors!” Coughs, looks into his drink. “Really.”
“Well it’s more than that, of course. There’s portals of any sort. Hinges and knobs as well. Knockers in all shapes and sizes. You’d be surprised how much is involved.”
“Yes. Quite. Well, nice talking with you . . .”
“Janus.”
“Right. Well, nice to meet you.”
Only Lileks.