What the hell. It's Sunday, it's raining, I'm caught up on my chores. Might as well check out a blog or two, right? So I check in on HOT AIR and -
Imagine my surprise when I stumbled across this and actually thought it was pretty dang funny. Although I usually agree with Michelle and company, I have to disagree with their verdict on this one. I doubt if Franken wrote it. If he did, it's the first funny thing he's written since Stewart Smalley.
Isn't it ironic? Al Gore makes my skin crawl, but I like this skit much better than that Colbert yawner. Which I now publicly invite my friend jr to splain (see comments after the post). Splain! I'm all ears.
Meanwhile, back at Michelle's - this is a bit of a puff valentine to the NSA, but at least it is interesting and provides a little (don't roll your eyes like that, I said a LITTLE) historical background to balance all the hysterical foreground I'm reading on a daily basis.
One last thing, as long as I am on my soap box:
ONE STINKING JUROR!!! One jackass has decided that I have to buy Moose-owie a square of toilet tissue, which I estimate may be my share of the money it takes to keep that ass alive for 30 or 40 years. I hope that square is very rough and not very absorbent.
OK. I'm finished. I'm sorry. Don't hate me. I promise I won't bore you with politics again for at least a whole month. AT LEAST. Unless somebody really needs a good bitch-slap, or says something in my comments that will make me look like a pussy if I don't answer them.