Firedoglake has been kind enough to allow me to choose a guest host for the next two Sunday Late Night slots to entertain and, possibly, appall you. I’ve asked Portland’s own Cocktailhag to substitute in April (she drinks, you know). So — treat her right and don’t hesitate to complain to management about her frequent taste transgressions. As John Scarecrow Chandley reminds me, I’m never too far from a Starbucks, so I may drop in at inopportune times to monitor your behavior and call out folks I think aren’t treating our guest host well.
In the meantime… FreewayBlogger has begun ecotour2012 in Southern California and is soliciting ideas and contributions to this year’s West Coast celebration of What’s Wrong With Our Planet? — here. And don’t miss Eschaton’s countdown to the Wanker of the Decade. Duncan’s about halfway through the list; the most recent awardee is here. Finally, all those Palin starbursts pay off for Rich Lowry, as he does a frightfully polite thing for a rightwing publication founded in the deep need for genteel racism: rips off the bandaid and fires the suppurating sore underneath. Firing outspoken racists??? Bill Buckley must be rolling in his well-upholstered and -accessorized grave.
Have a wonderful April, readers. Unlike Marcy Wheeler’s, my breaks from blogging don’t result in earth-shattering national security news, so I fully expect this month’s quota to have already been met by the new obsession over Hillary’s scrunchies. Enjoy!