August 28, 2008
That makes a difference, you know.
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During the April 16 debate between Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama, moderator George Stephanopoulos brought up “a gentleman named William Ayers,” who “was part of the Weather Underground in the 1970s. They bombed the Pentagon, the Capitol, and other buildings. He’s never apologized for that.” Stephanopoulos then asked Obama to explain his relationship with Ayers. Obama’s answer: “The notion that somehow as a consequence of me knowing somebody who engaged in detestable acts 40 years ago, when I was eight years old, somehow reflects on me and my values, doesn’t make much sense, George.” Obama was indeed only eight in early 1970. I was only nine then, the year Ayers’s Weathermen tried to murder me.
Read the whole thing; via Insty.
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Californians Gather To Celebrate Annual Wildfire Tradition
Sort of.
Hey, what about your twisters, Flyover People? And your Hurricanes, Gulf Coasters? And how are you liking that humidity, ya fuckin' Eastern Seaboard snobs? Likin' the storms, are you? Got Mr. Howell lined up to help you escape?
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August 27, 2008
Yes, the moon landing was a towering achievement. But, as aerospace analyst Rand Simberg notes, it was also a "well-defined engineering challenge, and a problem susceptible to having huge bales of money thrown at it." Retooling America's energy infrastructure is far more complex. It isn't one challenge, it's thousands—a total overhaul of the American lifestyle involving deep changes in every home, vehicle and business in the country.Anyone who believes we should put all those myriad decisions in the hands of government officials should take a close look at NASA. No, not the agile NASA of the Apollo years, but the ponderous space agency of recent decades.
After Apollo, NASA set out to build an affordable, reliable vehicle that would make space travel routine. Instead, we got the shuttle, a delicate, dangerous craft that flies infrequently and costs nearly half a billion dollars a launch. So, while NASA still accomplishes some great things, it's hardly a model of efficient, long-term problem solving.
Before we decide that a bigger, better energy policy is going to fix our troubles, we should recall that the United States has had various energy plans since the Nixon administration. Unfortunately, such policies have often made things worse.
Look at natural gas. In 1982, Congress banned offshore drilling in virtually all U.S. waters. In addition to limiting our ability to produce more oil, that put at least 76 trillion cu. ft. of potentially recoverable natural gas off-limits.
And that's a shame, because natural gas is our most attractive major energy source right now. Solar and wind power are promising, but so far they've barely made a dent in our use of oil and coal. Natural gas is a practical alternative, and relative to other fossil fuels it's clean to produce and burn—and it releases much less carbon into the air. It can drive factories, heat homes and even, as Pickens advocates, power vehicles. But we're producing far less than we need.
. . . . Coal has been a national priority ever since Jimmy Carter put on that cardigan. Yes, coal is plentiful, but it is an environmental headache all the way from strip mine to smokestack.
Then there's ethanol. It was less than a year ago that leaders of both parties decided that ethanol made from corn would be a brilliant alternative to foreign oil. Speeches were made; sweeping mandates passed. The result? Food prices went through the roof—and energy prices did, too.
Where would a more sensible energy policy start? Pickens is on the right track with his plan to increase use of natural gas. And McCain's call to allow more offshore drilling would significantly increase production. Alternatives such as wind or solar look better by the day, and, indeed, every major energy plan stresses them. But, it will take decades for the alternative-energy infrastructure to match our needs. We must have those offshore oil and gas reserves to bridge the gap.
The government can play a role in advancing alternative energy. Tax incentives and regulatory relief can help. So can research money channeled through the National Science Foundation or DARPA. But let's tread lightly when it comes to giving handouts to corporations in the name of research. Obama's promise of billions in development funds sounds enticing. But who gets those dollars? It wasn't too long ago that investors and politicians alike regarded Enron as a brilliant innovator in the energy field. If copious research funds had been available in Enron's heyday, its executives would no doubt have found a way to pocket a share.
. . . In fields ranging from batteries to biofuels, there are hundreds of promising research projects under way. Some will succeed, some won't. But we need scientists, entrepreneurs and consumers to pick the winners, not politicians. Finding solutions to our energy problems isn't rocket science. It's a lot tougher.
Read the whole thing; it really is a beautiful summary of why we have to stay flexible, and keep trying things until we hit on the handful of solutions that will be most useful 10-20-30 years down the line.
Via Glenn Reynolds at PJ Media and the Sean Hackbarth of the Senate GOP's media room. (Sean's own blog is, of course, The American Mind.)
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Some versions of the story say "little chance of survival"; others use the phrase "no chance of survival."
There is a difference, and it is at the heart of whether we can call what was going on in Chicago "infanticide."
In any event, factcheck.org concedes that Obama's been lying about the Illinois bill.
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Via Ace, who clearly has a stronger stomach than I am: he's watching the Dem convention. Presumably, you know—so I don't have to.
If Obama can't even bear to hear the Hillary delegate counts, how is he going to manage an actual Presidency? I mean, that job is hard. It's really a ball-buster.
Ace, again, having too much fun:
Breaking; Negotiations Between Hill and Obama Have "Ceased;" Obama Now Merely Telling Hillary What's Going to HappenPossible Plan to Scrap Roll Call Entirely in Favor of Written Ballot (Which Woud Be Untelevised, and Perhaps Not Even at the Convention)
Alternate plan: Roll call begins tomorrow, but ends at 1:15. Then the call for unanimous acclimation of Obama.
Another plan: Each state reads its delegates' votes... but only Obama's numbers are mentioned. Hillary's delegate counts are omitted entirely. Thus, instead of saying "The Great State of Iowa casts (whatever) 44 votes for Hillary Clinton, and sixty-six votes for the next president of the United States, Barack Obama," they just say "Iowa casts sixty six votes for the next president of the United States, Barack Obama."
That's not how it traditionally works. At least I've always heard the vote-split way of announcing the delegate count.
On FoxNews now. Hill's Angels are getting pissed off.
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Bear in mind, this genius Obama is further annoying Hillary's delegates in the interests of "uniting the party."
And, from Salon, whose Rebecca Traister seems skeptical about just how many hard-core PUMAs* there really are out there:
"There is such a fear of women coming into power, that when they protest, they are given more weight," said Marie Wilson, head of the White House Project, before speaking as part of the Unconventional Women's programming, acknowledging the likelihood of protest. "Just the fact of women saying they support their candidate and want to make their voices heard sounds more scary than it would be if it were guys. That's just part of backlash. But come on. When women gather around a water fountain, men get scared. People oughta just chill."Wilson acknowledges that there will be residual tension at the convention. But she sees the discord as a positive thing, a perhaps painful step in the right direction. "Putting issues on the table" -- as opposed to keeping political frustrations pent up -- "is what is going to bring people together." Wilson believes that in the wake of Hillary's run, "we are in the middle of a revolution. Women are stepping up and taking power." She said her organization, which encourages women to seek elected office, has seen a 61 percent increase in participation in the past year.
A half-hour later, many of the same sentiments were echoed by a woman who sat behind me during Nancy Pelosi's presentation, which was taken over by Code Pink protesters. As the demonstrators shouted for peace, I heard a soft voice say, "Ask Pelosi why she asked Hillary to get out of the race." After the speech was over, I spoke to Pat, a 73-year-old retired teacher who declined to give her last name because her husband is a delegate.
"I'm not anxious to disrupt the convention," she said, adding that she plans to go to a pro-Hillary march on Tuesday, but that "if it gets rowdy, I'll step to the side. I consider that march a thank-you to Hillary for having not given up." Pat said she'll vote for Obama, but that she just wonders, after listening to Pelosi tell the crowd about how there should be more women seated around her at the White House table, "Why, why, why did she ask Clinton to leave the race? And why did she encourage superdelegates not to vote for her? That whole speech she just gave was about how women have to strive for power, but she used her own power to diminish and destroy Clinton's."
This was anger, no doubt about it. But it was reasonable, rational, thoughtful and politically sophisticated anger, not the "No-bama!" protests I would see later in the day. "The thing is," said Pat, "if Obama loses the election, don't think it won't be Hillary who's blamed." But, she said, she doesn't believe the convention will be badly disrupted by protest. "A roll call vote, that's traditional!" she said. "Dennis Kucinich got one, and Shirley Chisholm. I don't understand why it should be such a big deal."
Neither did Dana Kennedy, a 40-year-old Hillary delegate from Arizona who is one of the 300 signers of the petition to get the roll call vote for Hillary. "My hope is that in the first round of voting I get to vote for her, and in the second round, I will vote for Obama," said Kennedy. "A vote for Hillary is a vote for history and not against him."
*No, not a chick in her 30s who likes to date younger men, no matter what the Urban Dictionary would have you believe. A male or female who felt that the media were "in the can" for Obama, and feel distinctly cranky about it. The acronym stands for "Party Unity, My Ass."
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(at the Sunset 5 in Los Angeles, or this same weekend at the Quad in NYC)

Says Jonah Blechman: "Opening weekend is important, so show your support for queer cinema and bring a friend or two...or twenty! And please join me and some of the cast in LA for Q&AÂ’s and Parties...all the info is below, including a link to purchase tickets. . . . Cheers to a new Spring Break Extravaganza!"
Here's the trailer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KaFJAOFdO-s
Oh—and a few reviews:
"Â… scene-stealing powerhouse Jonah Blechman, who plays the insanely hysterical Nico, is as terrific and hilarious a comedic actor as any Jim Carey or Mike Myers!"
Shotgunreviews.com
"The most hilarious gay film spoof ever made!"
Gay.com
"Silly, raunchy, fun! Lotsa hot guys, making out, promiscuous sex, backstabbing, drinking, projectile vomiting, etc!."
Out in Hollywood, with Greg Hernandez
"Super-Fabulous Filthy-dirty-funny. Gleefully naughty, nudity-filled, outlandish!" Instinct magazine
"90 minutes of sex, sex, sex!"
The Philadelphia Inquirer
It sounds like the Rocky Horror Picture Show without all that silly heteronormative stuff in it . . .
Los Angeles Screening Schedule, with Parties!
LeammleÂ’s Sunset 5 - Daily
1:45pm, 4:20pm, 7:10pm*, 9:45pm
*Cast Q&A this Fri. and Sat. ONLY
Purchase Tickets ONLINE at:
http://www.laemmle.com/viewtheatre.php?date=08292008&thid=2
• Tues., Aug 26th: The Falcon – Beige
7213 Sunset Blvd. @ Poinsettia
*Cast on Site
• Wed. Aug 27th: Hamburger MaryÂ’s – Bingo
8288 Santa Monica Blvd, West Hollywood CA 90069
*Cast on Site
• Thur. Aug.28th: Avalon – TigerHeat
1735 Vine Street (N.of Hollywood Blvd) Hollywood
*see Perez Hilton and his Music Video in the Film
• Fri. Aug. 29th: Eleven – Fresh
8811 Santa Monica Blvd, West Hollywood, CA 90069
*No Wait in Line with Ticket, Cast on Site including Brent Corrigan
• Sat. Aug. 30th: Here Lounge – Destination
696 N. Robertson Blvd (next to The Abbey)West Hollywood, CA 90069
*No Wait in Line with Ticket, Cast on Site
• Tues. Sept. 2nd: MJ's – Rim Job
2810 Hyperion Avenue, Silver Lake, CA 90027
**Cast on Site including Brent Corrigan
• Wed. Sept. 3rd: Here Lounge – Garage
696 N. Robertson Blvd (next to The Abbey) West Hollywood, CA 90069
*Cast on Site
• Thur. Sept.4th: Avalon – TigerHeat
1735 Vine Street (N.of Hollywood Blvd) Hollywood
*Cast on Site including Brent Corrigan
Credits:
Directed by Todd Stephens
Written by Todd Stephens, based on a story by Eric Eisenbrey and Todd Stephens.
And featuring . . .
The beautfiul and funny Jonah Blechman as Nico;
Jake Mosser as Andy;
Aaron Michael Davies as Griff;
Jimmy Clabots as Jarod;
Euriamis Losada as Luis;
Mario Lavandeira as Perez Hilton;
RuPaul as Tyrelle Tyrelle;
Scott Thompson as Andy's Dad;
The Lady Bunny as Sandi Cove;
Will Wikle as Jasper;
Brandon Lim as Jasper Chan;
Isaac Webster as Jasper Pledge; and
Brent Corrigan as Stan the Merman.
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August 26, 2008
I hate it when drugs fight dirty.
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The current fundraiser will go on for a month.
The "silver lining" here is that for each level of support (yes: the levels are Jan, Zed, Sam, and Damon), you get special goodies such as old sketches of the characters, posters, and a deck of DBD playing cards. (These are downloadables, except at the Damon level, which is supposedly sold out. I think the goodies at that level are sent out on archival paper.)
Personally, I think Muir should find a printer for the playing cards, and offer 'em on an ongoing basis. T-shirts, too.
I'll be sending him some money as soon as my next invoices get paid (which might be too late for me to get playing cards), but the good I get out of syndicating his site for free compels me to kick some dough in, as soon as I, like, have it.
And, yes: I'll be doing my own fundraiser, which will probably also last a week, in the second half of September.
UPDATE: Hey, Chris! Why posters of Sam, and not Zed? I want a Zed poster . . . or maybe a Damon one.
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August 25, 2008
• We didn't get to see Heath Ledger without any makeup on. That was sad.
• I liked Heath Ledger despite my (doubtless somewhat Electral) crush on Jack Nicholson, and though I haven't read enough comic books to discuss fidelity to any of the original sources, I feel Ledger really nailed a certain type of psychopathic / sociopathic personality, here. So, yes: I'd still dig it, even if the film hadn't turned into his swan song.
• Christian Bale doesn't take his shirt off enough.
• Aaron Eckhart doesn't take his shirt off nearly enough.
• There is, in fact, a certain paucity of shirtless scenes.
• Michael Caine and Morgan Freeman both have that sort of timeless, Sean Connery-esque quality wherein one doesn't precisely want to do them (I'm not that Electral), but sort of sit at their feet and listen to them talk in Those Voices—all freakin' day long.
Not so much "may I give you a blowjob, Sir?" but more like "may I get you a drink? Some ice cream? Pictures of my younger sister naked? Candy? The dead bodies of my neighbors, stacked up in the corner with a light dusting of lime on 'em? Watermelon cubes? What's your pleasure?"
Whatever it would take for them to keep talking in those amazing, dulcet tones until they just went hoarse.
I'd be digging through my books, finding the poetry I thought was best-suited to each of them. "Here. Read this. Oh, and here are the deeds to my husband's, my brother's, and my mother's assets, since I don't have any of my own. Just keep talking."
You know how it is with those fucking older actors—including James Earl Jones, minus the Star Wars roles (because I'm not quite that kinky): the first few readings are free. After that, you have to pay. I'm just not clear yet on what the price is.
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It could be that communicating with me is just as, um, refreshingly challenging with me as it is with my mother. Like doing a crossword puzzle without having to wear down your #2 pencil.
Joy: "I'm as amazed as everyone else by what Heath Ledger accomplished, but I also thought that whathisface did a great job as well."
A the H: "Christian Bale."
Joy: "And, you know, I'm always happy to see whatshisotherface in any movie; how many have they done together at this point?"
A the H: "Right: Michael Caine. Well, there was The Prestige, and Batman Begins. And this one, of course. I think it's only three."
Joy: "He hasn't changed at all since Sleuth."
A the H: "I'm not so sure about that."
Joy: "Oh, like we're a couple of spring chickens."
A the H: "Hm. Who was the first guy to play Batman?
Joy (startled, because she's not used to answering pop-culture questions that don't have to do with James Thurber, obscure poetry, or Franco Zefirelli's version of Romeo and Juliet.): "Okay. On the TV series with the great theme that my mom rarely let us watch, it was Adam West. Michael Keaton did it in a feature or two, a movie-series or two ago, and the pick was controversial because some people thought, for crying out loud, that he didn't have the right jaw for the part.
"And I believe Val Kilmer played Batman it at least once, and I sure hope they didn't complain about his jaw, since I don't think the whole thing fits into the state of California, at least from side to side—as I recall, they have to film Kilmer so his face is parallel to the ocean, or one side of his jawbone pokes into Nevada or Arizona."
A the H: "Not bad. I mean, the number of actors—not the overwrought metaphor."
Joy: "Even in my senility, I can occasionally crank out a factoid or two. But the best Val Kilmer movie was Heat. Agreed?"
A the H: "Oh, yeah. Best shootout ever."
Joy: "And bitchinest characterizations in a crime movie ever. Though remember that one little character discontinuity in Heat? Did I ever tell you about that one?"
A the H: "Countless times. Oh, please: don't start. Not tonight."
Joy: "So I'm right about that."
A the H: "No. Not even a little bit right. No."
So, there you have it: one never knows when I will or will not be able to recall proper nouns without a little help. And there was one small problematic characterization in Heat—something just tad inconsistent.
Remember? The history books are written by the victors.
And the victors are the ones who never give up.
There is one person who can get Mandy—and other terrier-types of dog—let go of a favorite toy or tennis ball. That person is me. I've never seen anyone else do it, unless they had a golf club and hit the dog over the head until he or she relinquished the toy. Not necessary. And not easy, anyway, give the pit bull's famous/infamous pain tolerance.
There's a trick. I know it. Mandy won't admit it, but I'm the Dominant Dog in the relationship. Sure: she's powerful, and if she's feeling frisky and threatening to break out on her own for a bit of a romp, I will give the leash to my mother, because that extra 80-100 pounds helps. One is, after all, up against the laws of physics, and in order to keep her in one place I have to have the right kind of leash and lie down on my tummy, which is not the right message to send to a teenaged pit bull.
But if i have the tennis ball and I want to keep it, the Jaws of Death don't stop me. She respects that.
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Particularly when the work in question is proofreading, which is a funny sort of enterprise: it's automatic on a certain level, but one still has to concentrate very very hard. It's like being the Mistake Goalie. And, yes, before you ask: my best positions in soccer when I was a kid were Goalie and Fullback. Fullback being, of course, the last safeguard before the ball got to the goalie. And because I'm small—and a little bit stronger and faster than anyone quite expected, not to mention stubborn as a silky-eared Pit Bull with large teeth and a waggly tail—I was slightly better as a fullback, because when I was goalie if they could get the ball high enough in the air, it was all over.
Being a midget was not much of an advantage in volleyball, either. Nor in basketball.
But I digress. The best part of my body (oh, just shut up) happens to be my eyes, and never mind that I'm farsighted in one and nearsighted in the other, and have astigmatisms in both. Even without glasses, I see stuff no one else sees. (Not dead people; just typos and characters that don't quite align.)
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August 23, 2008
Th McCain people are pointing to some tiny little inconsistencies between what Biden used to think, and what he might be thinking now--having been offered the illusion of power.
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At first, the Obama team looked into major media buys in key battleground states. But with a campaign budget already strained by price increases in arugula and Hawaiian airfare, the impact was deemed to be minimal. Instead, they turned to a key campaign asset -- a dedicated cadre of young urban hipster douchebags willing to take Obama's message of change to America's small town streets and rural blacktops. An intensive eVite recruitment campaign on websites like the Daily Kos and Huffington Post yielded over 1,500 volunteers for the potentially dangerous mission."I couldn't be prouder of all of you wonderful young indy rock assholes," said Axlerod at a swearing-in ceremony at the campaign's official training center in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. "You represent our party's finest, the best of best -- you are our Douchebag Delta Force."
Highly motivated, and with skills ranging from post-modern gender theory to espresso cafe blackboard chalk art, the volunteers were eager to get to work on the campaign trail. But before deployment Obama officials insisted that all recruits undergo an intensive training regimen to prepare them for the rigors of life in Red Country.
"A lot of the plebe douchebags come in here full of swagger, thinking all it takes is a few hours of FM country music endurance training, and I have to tell them they have no idea what they're up against," says Ethan Dodge, a Seattle conceptual theater set designer and veteran douchebag of Obama's Iowa caucus campaign. "Believe me, I've been to Dubuque. I know."
Douchebag DI Dodge: "They don't what they're up against"To toughen up the recruits for the task ahead, Dodge and other drill instructors take a direct approach.
"We tell them straight up: we aren't your mommy or daddy or your au pair. There aren't any independent lesbian film festivals in Youngstown, and just because Iowa has a lot of farmers it doesn't mean they are going to see a lot of Sunday chill-out farmers' markets," says Voorhees. "After that shock wears off, we tell them about how the natives drink Pabst unironically."
"Sure, it scares some recruits off," admits Dodge. "But the ones who stay are much less likely to crack under the pressure of a two week isolation from American Apparel or Urban Outfitters."
If you don't RTWT, you have serious self-esteem issues.
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* Interesting contrast between Joyner and me—beyond the fact that he's a sellout, successful blogger whom people read, and I'm a "boutique blogger," only accessible to those with rarefied tastes and too much time on their hands: I use vulgarities quite often on this blog, whereas James' blog is G-rated. And yet, in conversation, James will out-vulgar me with something like a 4:1 ratio.
I hope it's okay that I said that. If it isn't, I never said it and my remark was taken quite out of context. In fact, if I wasn't supposed to say it, any reporting on my having said it constitutes Negativity. And stuff.
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I imagine the Obama campaign sitting around working on this: "Listen: there's one group we haven't yet alienated; our base—the die-hard (mostly male) hard-core Left. Can't we find someone to put on the ticket that will put that group off, as well?
Well, they did it!
Miniter has a thing or two to say about Biden as the VP pick, but he sounds . . . edgy. Almost sardonic.
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Okay, okay: There really isn't a "best shipment from Darrell." I mean, how would I choose?—the cashmere sweater? The silk kimono? The multicolored wallet I use every single freakin' day? The gin? The scarves? The gin? The accessories? The gin? The belt? The gin? The hairbands? The gin? The dress? The gin?
But this . . . aw. It was timely. It cheered me up. It combined several of my obsessions into one handy box. And on one end of that box was pasted a notice on white paper, created with a big black marker that said, "HIGH DECLARE." No, really. It did.
I'm just so happy I could go . . . I don't know. Do something productive, or Useful to Society. Sky's the limit right now.
Note: Actually, D, I did not make it to the maildrop on time. You got that part right. But you said the package was there, so I asked them to pull the box out and hide it between the two copiers so I could pick it up after hours.
Mango puree! I can't taste it right away; then there'd be nothing left to live for.
I think it's worth noting that I own two martini shakers. One is an individual-sized official Tanqueray shaker, courtesy of Big D. The other is part of a martini set sent me for my birthday by Laurence several years ago. That martini set is, by the way, the pride of this household. (Well, one of the prides of the household—particularly among the non-abstinent 50% of the demographic within this condominium.)
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But let me just say this: swallow that mouthful of coffee before you read this, or you might need a new motherboard. 'Kay?
Note: Those among my readers who support Barack Obama may be slightly less amused than those who do not. But it's still funny, man.
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August 22, 2008
Thank you!
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I wish that those who release vids on the web would remember that the main column in a blog is only so large, and create a smallish one that can be embedded without creating havoc.
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"That's perfect," I exclaimed. "Baggins really balances out his lack of experience, and nearly overshadows McCain's record of war heroism. It's freakin' brilliant."
I was also happy that Frodo comes from an agricultural area (the "flyover country" of Middle Earth, really).
Alas, it was a cruel joke. According to Taranto, there are a lot of these "fake VP reports" going around. (No permalinks in "The Best of the Web"--scroll down to "Biden His Time"). Though why anyone believed Obama had picked Mickey Mouse is beyond me . . . that's just silly.
* He really did say that, though it was yesterday, and it just made me giggle.
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