Hey. I didn’t come here to get aroused.

Yes, the first rule of vigilante justice is that you must hang the wrong man.

Reminds me of the scene in “Viva Max” when Kenneth Mars’s character calls up the “Sentries” in response to the Mexican incursion.

Who is that doofus next to the Virgin Ben? The caption for that photo ought to be “Would you buy a used anecdote from these men?”

That Law & Order episode, is that the one where they find the body and immediately discover about five people with motive who came in from three states to loiter at the scene of the crime at the same time? Actually, I think that describes the weekly plot of about half a dozen cop shows.

Anyway, glad we dodged a bullet. You are the wind beneath my leathery wings.

Got the flu shot but still got a 4-week lung gunk thing that’s just finished. Hope you get over yours quicker than that.

The Clutch Cargo concept was sheer low-budget genius. Paint up some stills, cut the mouths out, shove your lips through, and film the proceedings. The plots weren’t bad from what I remember of my viewing tastes at the age of nine or ten.

And I remember Greta’s original face, before she had the work done. I think they modeled Carol Kane’s makeup on it for “The Princess Bride.”

Yes. Reagan killed satire. Dubya fucked the corpse.

How is it that conservative wives all sound like Ann Romney?

Thank you for your service, Joe. Now gather up your thirty pieces of silver and head for the yew tree.

When your model of political activism is the Reichstag Fire this is the result.

Yeah, I know. Those days, with the morning throat-warble of the Tufted Jonah, the obstinate snarl of the brindled Sullivan, the hyena laugh of the mottled Brooks, the brain-dead voting of the populace who let it get close enough for Dubya to steal — twice — those days seem to be going if not quite gone. The public has largely caught on to the lies which seem to be getting clumsier all the time.

Oh, for the times when the voters would ride the frog of the republic out to the middle of the lake, whoop “C’est le Inhofe!” and plunge the stinger in.

Eh, no.

Indeed. Sometimes wingnuts can make perfectly valid points, but only when they’re projecting.

So then Petraeus was collateral damage from an incidence of surveillance state corruption? And was his relative good taste in conducting the affair what made him unfit to keep his job, as opposed to diaper-wearing, toe-tapping in pursuit of man-love, and blaming his mistress for his troubles a la Wolfowitz? The conservative merit system is a mystery to me.

Whenever there’s an eruption in the Middle East some of the local yahoos show their patriotism by beating up some “Ay-rab” who’s wearing a turban. The fact that turbans are mainly worn by non-arabs from India and Pakistan never seems to penetrate. And speaking of geography how about the ending of “Hidalgo” where horse and rider enter Damascus and immediately go cool off in the ocean.

Actually readable reprints, ads too, of the 1970-77 issues of the National Lampoon. The Henry Beard and Doug Kenney years.

I think you underestimate your influence. Future historians will refer to your blog as a “primary source.” God knows they won’t get much out of the Washington Post.

L&T, if you keep this birthday thing up you’ll catch up to me sometime in mid-century. Enjoy New York and if you hear Leonard Bernstein music while outside — RUN.

If the Mittster sent McCain twenty-odd years of his tax returns back in ’08 there must be dozens of copies all over D. C. by now. Harry’s probably had the goods for years now.

Every time he pipes up he looks like Bud Bundy trying to be rapper “Grandmaster B.”