Most definitely gets the oil.

I don't even mind the "surrender monkeys" business.

I'm cheap that way.

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Ok, let's try this again and see if it takes twenty minutes to post.

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Start watching this on Tuesday nights.

Good stuff, Maynard.

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Surprisingly, the crack young staff at The Hatemonger's Quarterly is on the receiving end of the Bush Administration's leaky sieve.

Hmmmm.

Go and read, my dear lefty friends, and feel better. It seems anal probes really are just around the corner!

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Apparently they're not going to pull the plug on Arafat because Islam forbids it.

The astonishing irony of that
clause being invoked on the leader of the former PLO aside, What I'm
wondering about are the afterlife ramifications. For the average
sixteen-year-old Palestinian kid who's had the bad judgment to listen
to Hamas and has gone and blown themselves up at an Israeli checkpoint,
72 virgins are reportedly awaiting them in heaven.
What does Yassir, with all of his terrorist props but no martyrdom
credit to his name, have to look forward to when he finally dies? In
the seraglio that is heaven for Muslim men, is he going to be a rung
above the martyrs or one below? Does he get the martyrs' leftovers? Or
is there a whole flock of virgins just waiting
for Yassir to get up there? Or since he never blew himself up for Allah
mean he's not going to get screwed when he goes to heaven? One can
hope, but I'm sure there's some sort of provision the Imams are working
out for the randy old coot. Hmmmph.
Yet another example, my devoted Cake Eater readers, of what it's like
to be inside my head.

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Rich finally got off his ass and posted.

This poem is
particularly good.
New York hasn't been all that good for Rich's blogging, I must say. But
I'll betcha anything that once it starts snowing, he'll start posting
like a mo'fo.

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If you're going to blow $28,000 on a frickin' grilled cheese sandwich, might I suggest that you're a fucking moron?

Give me the money, you self-adulating asshat. I'll spend it better than you ever could.

Needless Markup needs me to spend money there. They're going to go broke if I don't buy some Manolos toute suite.
Seriously. I could have all those shoes and I'd still have money
leftover. What have you got in return for spending $28K? You got a goddamned grilled cheese sandwich.

If you've got that much money, perhaps you can buy yourself a clue. Until then, just give it to me to fund my shoe whoredom.

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I've often said that JFK wussed out when he refused to supply air
support during the attempted invasion of Cuba called The Bay of Pigs.
I've always called it "JFK's cut and run episode." Amazingly enough,
for the staunch war hero he advertised himself to be, he was too much
of a wimp to follow through and provide the air cover he had promised.
I've always wondered what would Cuba be like today had the invasion
succeeded. Air support wouldn't have made it a slam dunk, but it would
have at least given the troops on the ground a fighting chance. No one
can storm a beachhead loaded with enemy fixed position machine guns and
artillery if they don't have air support. It's a physical
impossibility. Kennedy, veteran of the Pacific in WWII, most assuredly
knew this, and yet he still backed away. I've also wondered how many
Cubans and Cuban-Americans revile the president most Americans consider
to be the penultimate because of his gutlessness. Well, as it turns
out, I was wrong. There was air support. Not any that JFK sent, of
course, but there was American air support, nonetheless. One brave
pilot picked up his Commander in Chief's slack, did what he thought was
right and died for his efforts. Now, forty-three years after her
father's death, because America is what it is, his daughter is taking
Fidel Castro to court. Amazing. Go read more at the Babalu Blog.

{hat tip: INDC Journal}

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So, now that the head Devil is leaving the Justice Department, and a departmental shakeup always occurs after such an event, I'm wondering if Robert's
going to be heading up the "Black Mass" section, or if he's going to be
in charge of carving '666' into the foreheads of unsuspecting newborns.
Because, you know, he's really qualified for either job. To my mind, it's a complete and utter toss-up. I wonder what kind of pay increase is included?

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Douglas aka The Last of the Famous International Playboys has a
fantastic roundup of links regarding the hellish behavior that's
erupted in Ivory Coast over the past couple of days. Go and read.

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Numbers according to the local ABC affiliate here in Minnesota:
Kerry: 37,351 50%
Bush: 36,002 48%
And that's with one percent reporting.
Just saw a little bit on the local Fox affiliate: the exit polls were
calling it 53% for Kerry, 46 for Bush, and 1% for Nader. The husband
just said that he's tracking the numbers; he doesn't believe the exit
polls as they're just not jiving with the actual voting numbers.
Hmmmmmm.

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...Little Stanzel yet on any of the networks that we've been flipping through.

Although, we're sticking with cable this evening, for the most part.

If you've seen him, let me know.

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This is why I love the internet!

Click here for the raw vote count for Florida and here for the same from Ohio.

(Hat tip: Martini Boy)

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So as I fire up a Marlboro Ultra Light 100, take a sip of my Sapphire
and Tonic (lime on the bottom) and wait for the frozen pizza to cook, I
shall list out my trusted sources for information this Election Eve:
Martini Boy, Instapundit and the Llamas.
These three will give you all the information you can possibly handle
and will be doing link dumps like you wouldn't believe. I've got the
wi-fi fired up and will be commenting as I see fit. My thoughts right
now? Well, it's obviously too early to call, but my gut tells me Bush
is going to get anywhere from 286-300. And I don't want him to get more
than that because the more he gets, the more incredulous the Democrats
will get. And where does that stick us?
Right back in legal limbo. And that is something that I could not
possibly stand.
Interesting observation of the evening (so far): the convicted felon in
my household is bouncing off the goddamn walls. As of right now, he's
honestly more into this than I am, and that's saying quite a bit. I'm
assuming his interest will wane as the night rolls on, but hey,
apparently being deprived of your civil right to vote makes this
election all the more interesting.

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When I cook, I like to have some media on in the kitchen. It breaks up
the monotony and keeps me from fantasizing about how I'd hire a
cleaning lady if I won the lottery. Less misery all around this way,
let me tell you. Today, while I was whipping up some enchiladas,
instead of watching Brit and his pals on my cabinet-mounted LCD TV, I
decided to turn on the long unloved radio.
I came upon the Hugh Hewitt show, said, "Oh, I can finally hear what
everyone's been talking about." Lo and behold, he had Lileks on. As God
is my witness, I never expected Lileks to sound like he did. Not like I
knew what to expect, I just didn't think he'd sound like he does in
reality. To clarify, he has a hot voice. As in he sounded hot.

Hmmmph.

Don't quite know what to think about this development.

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{click
to make larger}blackouts to protect the innocent and my privacy.
This afteroon this flyer was stuffed in the front door of the Cake
Eater Pad. Apparently someone in the neighborhood has their knickers in
a twist over some dead foxes.
And here I didn't even know there were foxes in the
neighbohood.
While the Cake Eater Pad faces out onto a fairly busy street, behind
the house is a variety pak of manmade and natural features comprised of
large expensive houses and two marshes that are within spitting
distance. About a mile away is Minnehaha Creek (yes, the same Minnehaha
Creek Lileks is always going on about. It starts out west in Minnetonka
and meanders its way east to around the airport, where it turns into
Minnehaha Falls...if I'm remembering correctly.) Because of these
marshes, we get wildlife. If you were around this summer, perhaps you
remember the tale of the duckies that decided to hatch on the roof of our garage.
So, while I've made it a point to live in the city to keep my dealings
with wildlife to a bare minimum, it appears that this is not the case. Foxes, huh?
And this person wants me to make sure I'm not leaving any pesticides or
poisons outside for them to eat. Well, forgive me for recalling the
laws of nature to this person, but hey, if they don't have the good
sense not to eat poison, well, they deserve to die. I'm sorry, but this
is how animals---human beings included---evolve. It's called survival
of the fittest. Not like I'd deliberately leave poison sitting around
outside the house to kill a fox, but damn...honestly, why should I
care? Sure they might eat the field mice, but they sure haven't been
doing a number on the squirrel population, as we have nothing but wide
arsed and sassy beasts roaming the yard for acorns. If I choose not to
leave pesticides outside it's because there's a small child who lives
in the apartment downstairs. I care about him not being poisoned. I
really don't give a hoot about a fox.
I mean, unless it's for a coat or something like that. Then I'll start setting traps.

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Lookie at what someone tried to sneak into the 1000+ page bill.

Sneaky bastards.

(Hat tip: Light of the People)

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Editing a sex scene is a lot like reading instructions on how to
assemble a nuclear device. It's somewhat boring, somewhat naughty, and
somewhat creepy. And, of course, Tab A and Slot B have whole new meanings attached to them.

*Maybe
you'll get more. Maybe you won't. Honestly, the whole editing process
is beyond boring so even I, as an author, don't really want to talk
about it all that much. I just thought y'all might be interested in how
I spent my afternoon.

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Must read for the day: Paul Johnson in Forbes as to why we cause ourselves more grief than we need to.

Human beings can be characterized as creatures with a
capacity to worry. Anxieties expand automatically to occupy the time
and nervous energy we instinctively make available for worry. Yet when
we have real, urgent and potentially devastating reasons for anxiety,
all lesser and artificial concerns disappear. In Britain during World
War II, when the country was in actual danger of being conquered and
people were in constant fear of being blown to bits by German bombs,
the incidence of psychiatric disorders (as recorded in doctors'
offices) fell almost to zero. Cases of suicide or attempted suicide
were rare. Buth with the war's end, incidences of both returned to
"normal" levels.
Politicians and businesses pay too little attention to the human
appetite for worrying and our propensity to create artificial
anxiety{...}

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The caption reads: ...and
then I said to him, "Walt, you really ought to pay more attention to
Rove. He really is the wizard everyone says he is. Why, I heard that,
out at that studio where they filmed the moon landings---you'd know
something about those, eh, Walt?---they've got a Bin Laden-lookalike
shooting a video right now, so they can release it right before the
election."...

Now, I didn't want to have to do this. They backed me into a corner with this and my honor decreed...nay, demanded justice.

I feel better now.

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