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Why should Pennsylvania, founded by the English, become a Colony of Aliens who will shortly be so numerous as to Germanize us instead of our anglicizing them, and will never adopt our Language or Customs anymore than they can acquire our complexion?
So many people came to Juleanna Glover’s house to help inaugurate the Daily Caller that partygoers looking to find the website’s founder, Tucker Carlson, had to call him on their cell phones.
The Daily Caller went live on Jan. 11, adding yet another must-read for news junkies – who should probably file a sleep deprivation class action suit against Matt Drudge. (After all, his Drudge Report pretty much started the phenomenon).
Has Tucker finally hit his stride? We hope so. He’s hosted or been a guest on all the major cable networks with multiple writing positions along the way. The consensus according to radio talk show host Bill Press: “If anybody can cut through, thrive, and survive, it’s Tucker. He’s always fresh and different.”
Guests included media stalwarts Ann Compton and Christopher Hitchens as well as hip young reporters Emily Heil of Roll Call and Kiki Ryan of Politico. The big surprise of the night: “Plamegate” scandal figure I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby circulating – mostly unrecognized – in the supposedly politically-savvy crowd.
An early hint may come in June, when Beck publishes his book The Overton Window, which he described as "a story of America in a time much like today where the people are confused," with a government in crisis and the rise of a citizens' group called the Founders Keepers, which "leads to a battle and a civil war, and life is upside-down planetwide."
This novel aspires to answer the question: what would happen if jaded, hyper-sexed versions of Harry, Ron and Hermione found themselves on a quest in Narnia . . . ?
The answer is: you don't care. Because by the time you make it to the end of this gaping sore of hopeless apathy, you'll begrudge J.K. Rowling and C.S. Lewis just for conceiving two worlds that could be so poorly re-imagined by a douche like Lev Grossman. And you won't thank narrator Mark Brahmall for pouring his weak sauce over the whole s--t sandwich.
This is one mess of a story that really begs the question: why write it? why read it? why listen? Stay away . . . and if still decide to try it on: it's definitely not for kids. Unless you let your kids listen to explicit stories about straight; gay; orgiastic; pedophilic; and bestial sex. In which case, this is the book for you . . . sicko!
Afterwards I wiped my tail with a hen, with a cock, with a pullet, with a calf's skin, with a hare, with a pigeon, with a cormorant, with an attorney's bag, with a montero, with a coif, with a falconer's lure. But, to conclude, I say and maintain, that of all torcheculs, arsewisps, bumfodders, tail-napkins, bunghole cleansers, and wipe-breeches, there is none in the world comparable to the neck of a goose, that is well downed, if you hold her head betwixt your legs. And believe me therein upon mine honour, for you will thereby feel in your nockhole a most wonderful pleasure, both in regard of the softness of the said down and of the temporate heat of the goose, which is easily communicated to the bum-gut and the rest of the inwards, in so far as to come even to the regions of the heart and brains. And think not that the felicity of the heroes and demigods in the Elysian fields consisteth either in their asphodel, ambrosia, or nectar, as our old women here used to say; but in this, according to my judgment, that they wipe their tails with the neck of a goose, holding her head betwixt their legs, and such is the opinion of Master John of Scotland, alias Scotus.
Matthews and Buchanan... describe the Palin and Bachmann rally and their featured speakers as...an amazing event...very fascinating political figures... very good on the stump... much more exciting than Mitch McConnell or John Boehner... the new "star power" of the Republican Party... dazzling... dynamite... extremely attractive women... rodeo queens...
Nancy Pelosi quips that health insurers consider "being a woman" as a disqualifying pre-existing condition.
The same is true for women bloggers. If we discuss the normal life cycle of female existence, our content is labeled "NSFW."
We can't menstruate, have babies, get pregnant, have an abortion, nurse, go through menopause, or have a single sexual opinion without being labeled “NSFW.” It's a bogus, unmandated censorship nanny-wall and I, for one, HAVE HAD IT.
Nothing in my blog is more revealing than what you could see in Vanity Fair. The New York Times can write about pedophilia scares, publish nude artwork, and cover the abortion debate without having their site banned. I want the same respect.
Dear Mom,
I WANT a hambster. I want a habster because I never had a Pet and I want to know what it fels like to have a Pet. I will feed it and You will clene the cage.
Love So much
[signed]