Me and Matt Helm

Me and Matt won the Cold War, he with his pre-war Colt Woodsman, me with my Rollei  spy camera.  He used Winchester Super Speeds. I used Tri-X pushed to 1000.  Matt covered me while I  gathered the secrets of Lubyanka and  vanquished the Red Foe. The reason we haven't whipped the Islamonazis yet is the unobtainability of  proper film.

The local energy level is about equal to the Rangle ethical quotient.

With temperatures around 90, humidity often 95 per cent, and rain every 18 hours,  a man just isn't inclined to violent exertion.

So y'all just go on ahead and mock His Obamaness and ridicule the posturing apes in public office all by yourselves. I'll join you later.
 

Irritate authoritarians, read Staghounds

It's here, a very nice, very entertaining,  explanation of why the "ballot whores" and their hired hands almost always make a mess of things.

If nothing else it will remind you of a  Supreme Court decision yclept  Kelo. Like the Korean War, it's a case -- a lesson -- too easy to forget.

But there's a lot more, including a cheerful vision of challenging  Barack and Michelle to estimate their annual toilet paper consumption.

Stephen Slater

Okay, so he's an effeminate effup. It's still hard not to sympathize with him and to engage in the futile hope that someone will horse whip the woman who set him off.

On the other hand, I've met more than a few stews who made +me+ want to hit the slide.

The main downside here is that this guy is likely  to go on Maddow, impress a producer somewhere,  and proceed to a long career as a media pest.