Me and my crazy hair went to the Museum of Science last weekend. I was briefly, and only briefly, so enthralled with the science that I wondered what I’d be up to if I stuck with engineering. Most likely, I would be in an institution after some sort of CAD-related breakdown.
The greatest saga in the history of mankind that is Late Night Shots continues, as they strike a deal with a “reality TV” production company to film rich, stupid, racist, white, Republican Georgetown douchebags in their semi-natural habitat of one of three bars in the District they all attend to perform their horrid, horrid mating rituals. Also, I did the illustration, but seriously- I read it for the articles.
Cartoon for February 28
The New York Times accused John McCain of having an affair with a lobbyist for whom he did special favors, thus dishonoring his office. If the Times was wrong, and imperiled both his marriage and his run for the presidency, why didn’t McCain file a libel lawsuit?
The USPS announced another rate increase.
A First-Class Mail stamp will be 42¢. Customers can continue to use the Forever Stamps that they purchased prior to May 12 at 41¢, even after the price change. We will have 5 billion Forever Stamps in stock to meet increased demand before the price change.
It’s only going to get worse as time goes on. Just remember what I told you.
Found via Dirk Deppey, this pamphlet handed out by a comic book shop owner (and scanned by graphic novel blogger Franklin Harris) must be seen to be believed.
Believe!
The comic is basically what I posted about last week. We’re going to bury detainees there in a muslim-friendly grave. I’m sure they’ll be pleased by the hospitality.
National Review founder William F. Buckley, Jr., dead at 82.
Rest in Peace, Mr. Buckley. I hope it doesn’t bother you too much that they let black people into Heaven too.
Diebold Accidentally Leaks Results Of 2008 Election Early
Hat tip from my friend Patrick.
Oh, you have got to be freaking kidding me.
The Hillary Clinton campaign is taking a temporary step back from their super-delegate strategy, the Huffington Post reports, and trying to get super-delegates to not endorse for now.
The rationale is that supers at this juncture might break for Barack Obama in large numbers, so as to stop the primary race and move on to the general election.
A set of e-mailed talking points to supporters advances a counter-argument: “If House, Senate and DNC members try to end this process now, it would be very damaging to those institutions, the Democratic Party and our chances in November.”
If this is true, then it’s all over. Seriously. This isn’t even worth sending out “flip-flop” accusations; it should just be roundly laughed at. If Mark Penn said this publicly on one of the news talk shows I would expect Graham Chapman to appear, fully dressed in military regalia, and demand that the entire interview be stopped immediately for being too silly.
Look, I’ve made comments about the campaigns but I really do feel like I’ve done my best here to not actually take a full side in what has clearly been the most amazing and competetive Democratic primary race in my lifetime, and may very will be for the rest of it. But I just haven’t seen a single story in the last two weeks now that even remotely suggest Hillary Clinton has a chance of being the nominee at this point- without, that is, using the superdelegates to secure her a nomination in Denver.
So this isn’t an endorsement of Obama- I mean for one thing that’s pretty much irrelevant at this point- but rather an endorsement of Hillary Clinton for the best future she can have outside of being the Democratic nominee for president. She has the potential to be one of the strongest and most influential Democrats in the Senate, but that’s only going to happen if she doesn’t turn herself into a laughingstock on the road to defeat. She needs to start planning the best way to walk away, and she needs to do it right now.
My brother once made a great comment about the movie Scarface when we were watching it a few years back- in that final climactic scene when Tony Montana is coked up beyond any means human biological science could measure and making his last stand with the giant gun, my brother said “you see how he’s actually getting shot and not responding? It’s because he’s actually already dead at this point. His body just hasn’t figured it out yet.”
No one, including people in Hillary’s own campaign, I imagine, can be reading that e-mail up there right now and not be laughing in that kind of sad-yet-sympathetic laughter you make when someone cracks a joke about a sick relative or a friend who was in an accident or something like that. It reeks of the desperation that will taint Clinton post-primary and that’s not just bad for her, it’s bad for Democrats in general. I don’t think Hillary has a chance of becoming the Democratic nominee. That doesn’t mean I want her entire career- which can definitely be long and promising- to be destroyed because she won’t accept this. Hillary’s at the desk right now with the rivals closing in on her, and instead of considering an exit and a chance at an escape she’s wondering how many guys she can take out. Politically speaking, I would prefer the ending to Hillary 2008 not be the equivalent of taking a shotgun blast off of a balcony.
Thus ends, unquestionably, the silliest political analogy I’ve ever made in my life.
