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For those in need of a good laugh (and who isn't?) I highly recommend checking out Kevin Drum's All-Time Wingnuttiest Blog Post Contest. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll wonder why these people were ever allowed near a computer with internet connection while off their meds.

Ahh....poetry....

Doghouse Riley once again shows us how it's done when it comes to the fine art of political writing:

I have to admit I find the lure of Bush administration nostalgia almost irresistible, now that the man himself is reduced to playing a community theatre Miss Havisham and the only thing left of his gang is Condi Rice and a mountain of criminal prosecutions. Oh, bright cherry blossoms of 2001! Hughes was the most powerful woman ever to set foot in the West Wing. Rice and Colin Powell were the twin avatars of The Mostest Color-blind Administration, Like, Ever. Winking, smirking, and used-car-dealer bonhomie were the softening artillery barrage of a Charm Offensive set to conquer the land with Conservative Compassion. And Dick Cheney was the selfless éminence grise with one ambition-less hand discretely on the rudder as the Boy King learned the read the winds.

Damn I wish I could write like that. The man's a poet of the blogosphere, which is why he keeps me coming back for more.

And an unrelated note, I just had to share this:

Like Hansel and Gretel hoping to follow their bread crumbs out of the forest, the FBI sifted through customer data collected by San Francisco-area grocery stores in 2005 and 2006, hoping that sales records of Middle Eastern food would lead to Iranian terrorists.

The idea was that a spike in, say, falafel sales, combined with other data, would lead to Iranian secret agents in the south San Francisco-San Jose area.

Given how much hummus I ate during that period of time I'm surprised I'm not in Gitmo right now. Is this really the best our domestic federal investigative branch could come up with? Seriously? The Monarch's come up with more coherent plots than this. Is the director of the FBI shooting for a job as a writer on The Simpsons?

On the other hand it does make all my paranoid suspicions about those damned grocery store cards seem a little less tin-foil-hatty, now doesn't it?

I really need a *headdesk* icon...