Iowahawk is going on the blogroll:

It was a slow September night in Manhattan. The kind of sweaty summer night where the mean streets of Gotham run wild with the shadowy scum of the Republican National Convention. The kind of night where mysteries are born. The kind of night I live for.

My name is Rather. And IÂ’m a dick.

If you don't go read it, you'll hate yourself. And you'll die wondering what you might have missed.

Via Goldstein, who really enjoys questioning hapless news anchors. Up to his elbows in that process, I'm afraid.

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