I think Dean Wormer’s advice to Flounder fits within 140 characters, no? “Fat, drunk [or in Jonah's case, gluttonous] and stupid is no way to go through life, son.” Somebody should send this to Jonah about eight million times so he might get it.

I went over to Salon and read the whole thing. The quotations from the “slippery slope” and “let them eat cake” chapters were pathetic — Sean Penn saying “let them eat cake”? About whom? My 8th-grade English teacher would have flunked anybody who wrote — or perhaps a better word is “assembled” — so much meaningless claptrap.

I just hope somebody, maybe driftglass or Tintin, comes up with a really good photoshop of the chimp-in-top-hat bit. Then we can all use it every time the Pantload’s name comes up.

…which is all that Big Daddy Breitbart left them in his will before Jesus called him home. Or reincarnated him as poor black baby whose mother is being evicted and there is no organization like ACORN around to help her out.

In a fantasy story I read once, babies remember who they were in their past life until they’re old enough for their first word — about 8 months I think. Now all I can think is, “Oh please, please, please let it be true!!!!!!!!”

and no matter what people agreed or disagreed with him, he never wavered

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Chris, you think that is “kind”? Well, I guess it is the kindest way someone could express the thought, “He was a pigheaded jerk who never admitted he was wrong about anything, no matter what the evidence was.”

And here I thought that God squashing Breitbart like a bug was evidence that God actually was awake for a change. Silly me. As for Brian, he seems a little paranoid about “commies,” doesn’t he? That’s like being convinced that the dastardly minions of George III are plotting against us. C’mon Brian, catch up!

But by marrying wealthy, Ann made a truly empowering decision

I made the same decision, but the only available husband I found turned out to not be rich so I didn’t get “empowered”. Who’d'a thunk it? /snark

actually, now I come to think of it — it was so long ago, I almost forgot — I did receive a proposal of marriage from a rich guy (no names, but grandson of a zillionaire and well-known sf writer). Didn’t marry him because (a) didn’t love him and (b) not a FUCKING WHORE! Of course, in the rightard world it’s OK to be a slut/whore if you marry money; it’s only not OK if you want birth control covered by insurance.

Yeah, but (a) golf is only expensive if you want to join a country club to play it. Public courses are dirt cheap to play on, and I only paid $80 for a whole set of clubs. And (b) you don’t have to live in a state with a coastline to play golf. (Well, I suppose there’s windsurfing on lakes and rivers, although when my son went swimming in a lake in a state park on the 4th of July, he got quite a nasty bacterial infection….)

connections between the big banks, unions, alternative energy companies, entrenched market incumbents, institutions such as the Center for American Progress and its Action Fund, and the policy apparatus of the Democratic Party

So … I don’t get it. Big banks and entrenched market incumbents are now bad guys to the Rightards? I can’t keep up.

Showed the graphic to Hubby Dearest who remarked that we were lucky it wasn’t Melvyn Douglas they showed — or Kirk. Or Douglas Fairbanks.

His tweet in the capture above is just a lie — a big, fat, self-satisfied, honking LIE. If there really is a God, I don’t want to have to wait till after I die to see Rick Warren, public liar, get his just deserts. To paraphrase one of my heroes, Henry II, will no one rid us of this lying priest — or lat least throw a cream pie in his face and use the cream to write “LIAR!!!” all over him?

Are you fucking kidding me? Footage of Obama eating at Roscoe’s? What is that for, a fan site for Roscoe’s?

I watched it with the sound off and she still looked crazy. Particularly towards the end when I could see her lips moving faster and faster. Nobody’s paying me to listen … thank goodness.

Happy birthday Mrs. T, and I hope that the inevitable “Oh my God, half a century!” thoughts will just tell you how unimportant the number is compared to love, health, family, and doggies. Congratulations!

Unless she means that providing food, medical care, and low cost housing to the destitute is somehow abuse

Yep, that’s it, except of course for the “somehow” part.

Oh cripes, not really? That used to be our favorite restaurant, back in a (mumble mumble) previous decade. Gack.

Somebody upthread said it (or maybe it was over at Balloon Juice): guess venting your rage all the time isn’t any better for your health than suppressing it.

Don’t be silly. It’s 1066.

Love is killed by self-sufficiency

Just shoot me now. What kind of “love” demands that the person you love be completely inadequate to deal with life in any way without you? That’s not love; that’s a total lack of self-esteem. “I can only care about someone who’s totally worthless, because anyone who had some self-respect wouldn’t love me.”

But seriously, she could use those ears for 2 quart measuring cups

Thanks, I thought I was the only one who noticed. Actually, it might explain why all her posts (both cooking-related and otherwise) read like a Martian wrote them.

twats like Douthat

If only he were a twat — or was at least within a hundred miles of one not belonging to a female version of himself (god-bothering panty-sniffing scold division). I honestly don’t know how our worthy host TBogg can stand to go over to the NYT site and read his BS.

I think the “prominent actress” warning about the casting couch was Mary Pickford, back in, oh, 1915 or so. Or Theda Bara. Get out much, Paul?