Wait a second. You mean you’re the chick who was on “Friends” all those years? Man, am I confused.

Pretty cool, taking a dead man’s name as your own. The real Mailer (not the one in your head) would rise up and kick your ass and then sue you for fraudulent misrepresentation.

And of course their logo art has a pair of the famed “Oo-o-o, I’m ready for you NOW, big boy” silhouettes lifted from a thousand semi-trailer mudflaps. What, Yosemite Sam wasn’t good enough for you?

“Andrew Breitbart’s Big Blocked Arteries.” Heh, made me laugh. Carry on.

“For the Turnstiles” is the coolest Neil Young song never played on the radio. which tells you a lot of what you need to know about radio.

We, too, are impressed by Shakira’s “obvious talents.”

Re Joni, I’ve been listening to Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter lately, which has lots of fine moments, as Joni albums usually do. Too bad that, as far as radio is concerned, she stopped recording after Court and Spark. Oh, sorry, every once in a while you get “You Turn Me On” and a cut or two off Hegira. And that’s in San Francisco. You should hear what they’re playing here in Ocala.

Looks like Elway’s job just got a little easier.

Strangely, the older I get, the more I like shit like this.

What are these “rules” you speak of? I thought the only “rule” for the bailout was “Here, take this money.”

I’ll spot you that on Gravity’s Rainbow, but I laughed out loud at Vineland, once I realized it was a comedy and let myself get past the whole “Pynchon thing.” It helped that I was living in Northern California, which made the book feel a little closer to home.

I’m thinkin’ Brother Tim needs a new set of verses for his eyeblack.

Not so much that as the fact that you can take your minimum-wage check (or, as in my case, your unemployment check) and spend thirty bucks on the latest hot cell phone–long as your checks keep coming for the two years of your contract, of course. “Poor? Son, you ain’t poor if you can afford a cell phone. Why, over in Africa the niggers is still usin’ conch shells to communicate. Now that’s poor.”

Hey, I’ve fucked up a baked potato or two, but point taken.

Sorry, Megan, but your side is dying. The only questions left are how long it will take and how many of the rest of us you’re going to take down with you.

Good question. I’ll bet twenty bucks that if you trace the money far enough that shows up in the pockets of Thomas Sowell and these other class-war apologists, you’ll find that large chunks of it come, somehow some way, from the government teat.

I’d like to see the bill from the last time Bernie Sanders had dinner with a lobbyist.

I guess the fact escapes this dude that a CEO making 10 times what Obama makes can afford to pay more in taxes so that one day we might be able to fix the goddam runway for his fucking jet.

Yeah, but by the same token, just go on a blog and say that you’d love to see somebody sneak up behind Karl Rove the next time he’s on TV, whip out a big sword and start sawing his useless fucking head off in front of God and everybody and then see how quickly your comment gets squelched, albeit with a nice e-mail to you from the blog proprietor explaining why you just can’t say that stuff on the internets.

“People will remember where they were when they heard Osama bin Laden was dead.” Thanks, Brian, just like Kennedy or John Lennon. And yeah, I’ll also remember my first thought being, “The motherfucker should’ve been dead 10 fucking years ago. Thanks, Bush.” I’m waiting for our news media to give us that background, which should be all the more informative, given the time they’ve had since then to investigate how in the fuck the war in Iraq suddenly became more important than catching the man who killed 3,000 people in an incredible crime the likes of which we will never see again in our lives. Fuck you, Bush. Not that you let it happen, which you were too fucking lazy and stupid to do, and there might actually have been one single grain of decency in you that would have kept you from it. No, fuck you, Bush, for letting bin Laden get away and because we could have had this day a long fucking time ago and not had to experience a lot of fucking shit that we’re still living with, thanks to you and Cheney and Rumsfeld and the rest of your team of lying, money-grubbing jerkoffs.

Goddam, I hate those people.