remember, no Sunday (because of God)
A belated happy 64th birthday to Sir Paul McCartney. Ya know, Paul, it may be time to retire; you're almost as old as Mr. Blue Gal.
Remember Junior's Farm?
At the Houses of Parliament
ev'rybody's talking 'bout the President,
We all chip in for a bag of cement.
And that was 1974.
Department of Setting the Record Straight Here at Blue Gal:
It was nice of Tony Snow to apologize for being an idiot, but when I suggested in this space that he was a complete idiot, I was attempting to be charitable, not clairvoyant.
We really need to stop referring to Ann Coulter as a slut, a whore, etc. Again, being charitable, I ask, are there enough men in the world who would do her on a bet, let alone pay money for the (ahem) privilege? Sure she's thin and blond, but she's also mean and a liar. Guys, doesn't attitude count when you're looking for a prostitute? Just asking.
Oh, and don't tell me she's called that because she whores her books. (That's so obvious that David Horowitz was laughed off Larry King for denying that one.) Come on. Even though BG is both a Frappuccino and a feminist, we don't need gender specific insults for that crime. Bill O'Reilly is a slut and a whore, too, if that's the definition, and I for one do. not. want. to. go. there.
Feel free to call her, along with Michelle Malkin, a demented cunt. I do all the time.
By the way, I'm titheing. 10 per cent of everything I make off of the mugs will go to Electronic Frontier Foundation. The mugs are by a blogger for bloggers, and EFF does a lot to help bloggers defend their rights.