Pat Buchanan keeps his job on MSNBC despite spouting racist claptrap. In fact, Pat still has a fine six (or seven?) figure contract with the cable network despite writing books that have ventured from remaking Hitler to white supremacy. Buchanan’s on a book tour for his book about the good ol’ days of segregation and decided to appear on the talk show “The Political Cesspool” — and a fine example of tolerance it is.

It shrugged we split.

Tough week for folks that earned it.

Political autobiographies and memoirs have become just another item on the campaign must-do list, like direct mail, kissing babies and rubber chicken dinners with suckers-who-would-be-donors. The lives they depict are, of course, highly redacted. So even if there was something about a bear in the past it’s unlikely to make it into an American politician’s book.

Atlas Shrugged! The Movie! opened yesterday. I considered seeing it, because I am a scientist, and certain phenomena ought to be studied. (Some people make a nice living investigating ringworms, you know.) And also I figured it just might be good for a laugh.

A woman so stupid she married Jonah Goldberg is the person Sarah Palin chose to ghost”write” her editorial collage of American exceptionalism.

Fresh off her kiss of death endorsement of ol’ Gluehorse McCain, who is currently looking at a 40% approval rating in Arizona, and her flip-flop on keeping her upcoming Tea Party convention speaking fee of a cool $100K, Sarah Palin is flitting around the country and waving her PAC checkbook around in a nouveau riche [...]

Bill Kristol’s cabana boy, Matthew Continetti, is all over the place this week strewing rose petals before the mukluks of the Alaska almost-writer lady.

When the Stupidest Man AliveTM writes a stupid book, and that stupid book is reviewed by the stupidest blogger on the Internets, the stupid is almost overpowering.

The Boreal Narcissus shoots up the bestseller charts.