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Some people will tell you there are at least two good reasons why Sarah Palin will still be around the political scene in 2012, that she is no “dumb bunny” just because Katie Couric was able to repeatedly make a fool out of her, and that she is really very clever.

The Head is Coming Off

Off with the old;  on with the new. Physically recovering from moving is almost as uphill as the road we live on now;  yep, that’s low gear whining you hear in the background, and these swollen, cut up little sausages I used to call my “stupid fingers!” (thanks, Homer) have forgotten how to type and spell.  But no matter. Getting …

The Last Refuge Of A DICK

Sorry kids, no time for blogging today, my socialist postal comrade just delivered the July DICK, which I usually use as a harsh laxative. Although there’s always a Dick on the cover, the mag is not totally dedicated to the current Dick ‘o the walk, Dick Cheney; they cover every swingin’ dick that’s made it into the Dickipedia, as well as most of the worthy contenders. But if dicks keep popping out of the woody-work, they may have to go to a weekly publishing schedule.

Dick Sorta Comes Out…

Seems like you can’t turn on the tee vee these days without being assaulted by the tortured logic of Dick Cheney. His recent flailings have been focused on massaging a flacid argument for brutality against America’s foe’s, especially the one’s we have in leg irons. But now he’s managed to interject himself into yet another battle raging on the front lines of the war on culture culture war. Sure, closeted gay Republicans have become passé in Washington since the sequestering of the Bush sock puppet down in Dallas, but Dick is on the loose again, and this time he’s got a hard-on for sweet young stud named Spencer.

Sad and Distasteful

WASHINGTON — Not everyone attending the White House Correspondents’ Association Dinner was entertained by comedian Wanda Sykes. Count Bill Bennet as one of them. CNN’s Wolfe Blitzer sat down in the Situation Room© with the colossal Bennet, who was still visibly upset over the Dinner. Yes. The Dinner.

For What It’s Worth

Fuck you, little people!  I got mine—  see if you can get yours. When it comes to economics, the profit motive is to the service motive what fear is to love in religion. But ruthless competition— for example, this, this, or this— that is based on the narrow-minded pork of self-interest, eventually destroys even the very things it seeks to …