Excellent; go read about the history of children's television programming:

Comrade Kangarooski

Sponsored by The Daily Worker and the Tuboretski Tractor Works, Comrade Kangarooski was famous for his lengthy monologues on the ultimate triumph of socialism, reading accounts of soviet party congresses and defending the Rosenbergs. He encouraged kids to facilitate the work of their collectives, report their parents for revisionist thinking, and shoot Kulaks.

He generated viewer participation by holding contests. One, in which he invited children to take a picture of themselves in front of experimental American aircraft, drew over thirty thousand responses. Others included:
• The best-drawn map of a defense installation,
• Denounce your favorite FBI Stool Pigeon, and
• A scavenger hunt for CIA one time cipher pads.

His success was also short-lived, however: At the height of his popularity, Stalin recalled him to Moscow and had him shot.

UPDATE: Once again, I've bowed to my readers' unreasonable requests for functioning links.

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Blog Nekkid Day notwithstanding.

However, I feel that a bra, panties, and a thin T-shirt is close enough. Oddly enough, I'm more comfortable this way.

But here's something strange about bloggers with sensitive skin: most upholstery fabrics are way too harsh, so in the summer when my bare legs will be in contact with the chair, I cover it with a terry towel so there's only cotton against my thighs as I key away.

Also, I once thought there was a pea between my mattress and the box springs, but it turned out to be a long-lost earring back. It was 18-karat gold, so I pawned it.

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Apparently, he's "ignorant" when it comes to immigration.

Well, okay.

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She's just the best; apparently there's a new biography out about her rather compelling life. Can't wait to read it!

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Insty links the Hot Air clip of Dennis Miller having his way with Harry Reid. Back in the 1990s my husband—who used to do stand-up a couple of decades ago—noted that Miller was a great comedian whose biggest flaw/virtue was a habit of being "too hip for the room." He admires Miller's propensity to just keep on firing. The guy doesn't even stop to reload, or to take a breath. I like it, too: either you got the joke, or you didn't. Dennis ain't waiting around for you.

Glenn points out that Reid's numbers are low—like, Bush-low:

The public seems to regard the entire government, regardless of party, unfavorably. Which suggests that people have been paying attention.

Yup.

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Or is Glenn Dr. Helen's trophy husband?

Likewise, I'm ready to come clean: Attila the Hub is actually my trophy spouse.

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Dave is in da race!

I have not taken this decision lightly. When considering a run for public office, the first thing a candidate must ask himself is: what can I, as newly elected public servant, expect to get out of this deal? I have researched this question thoroughly, and believe me: being President is a pretty sweet gig. Not only does it pay 400 large, it has plenty of perks including "three hots and a cot," and the world's most fearsome military force at my disposal.

The second thing a candidate must ask is: am I qualified for the position? Let's look at the facts. First, I am a native-born citizen of the United States. Second, I am over 35 years old. Third, I have never had a felony conviction stick beyond the appeals court. And Mister, if that's good enough for the Constitution of the United States, then that's good enough for me. Google it.

We aren't worthy!

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The fact is, my husband is my senior by nine-and-a-half years.

One of my employees once referred to me as John's "trophy wife." Not being particularly intellectually insecure, I assumed this guy was kissing up to me, so I just thanked him, and that was that.

Question: If Woody Allen had married a woman the age of his current wife who was not, by cultural convention, his stepdaughter, how would people have reacted to that? I suspect they would have found it acceptable: it was the quasi-incestuous angle that bothered people.

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Or nawt?

Personally, I suspect that I'm overvalued. Which means that I should probably sell me, but I'm really a buy-and-hold sort of gal. Except when I'm in debt.

This probably explains my passionate involvement in real estate.

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there is no reason to go anywhere else for your news. We've got you covered like a black fishnet burqa.

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If we don't want the "forced pregnancy lobby" to get its way, then we must have utter reproductive freedom, with the lowest possible risk to the woman's life. I'd suggest that we simply legalize infanticide: allow the woman to give birth, and then give her four weeks or so to decide whether she wants the child to live or die.

Anything less is misogyny, you know.

Geez, Louise. I swear—some of these male "feminists" think we're made out of crepe paper.

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. . . in the sand.

UPDATE: Link fixed. I blame society at large for the error.

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