TBogg

Hey kids, remember this?

The Roberts court just took a big steaming poop on Dead William Rehnquists’s youthful hijinks in his home state of Arizona.

You probably don’t need me to recap all of The Shit That We Knew The Government Was Doing But Are Now Surprised About and, besides, further revelations are coming faster than Rich Lowry watching Sarah Palin’s Alaska so everything that was said before is either no longer operational, debunked, or just the tip-of-the-iceberg-and-now-we’re-all-gonna-die depending how your shock meter is calibrated.

Much to the dismay of bloggers, late night comedians, and LOTR fanboys, battered knight errant and Fox orc Geraldo Rivera is keeping his sword sheathed and will not fight for the honor of the faire and delicate hande of New Jerseye.

Submitted for your approval/disapproval, David Simon, creator of The Wire tells everyone:

a) Duh
and
b) Chill the fuck out

Absolutely nothing against Glenn Greenwald in this but yesterday Glenn made a pitch for reader-supported news, by which he means that part of his deal with the Guardian is that his income as a columnist is derived from his hosts as well as from contributions from his readers, thus allowing Glenn the independence to write as he pleases.

Someone at the Wall Street Journal Home for the Liver-Spotted, Phlegmy And Smelling of Three Week-Old Baby Powder, must have left the bed-rails down again because Dorothy Rabinowitz, who is so old she that used to baby-sit Phyllis Schlafly’s mom, is standing on the lawn in her nightgown and shaking her bony fist at that young upstart Michael Bloomberg because he is ‘begriming” New York City Amsterdam with those newfangled dandy horse contraptions.

So I spent the morning wallowing in the beating about the face and neck that the critics are giving to the joint Will Smith/M. Night Shyamalan poo-bath, After Earth (“Cypher Raige” ! “Nova Prime”! – somewhere an aspiring 12 year-old scifi writer is wondering who has been sneaking peeks into his trapper keeper).

I should add that Beatriz has a fourteen month-old son whom she will be leaving behind.

Unwitting hubby beard and former baby harvester Michele Bachmann is calling it quits, hanging ‘em up, running away, pulling the plug, hitting the road after derailing her own crazy train, and bugging out way more than usual.