Wise and generous, TBogg. I still have concerns about this guy’s mental health. It does not help anyone, including him, to keep the spotlight on him.

Folks, I’ve enjoyed all this hilarity as much as anyone else. After reading the GlossyNews interview, however, I suspect that this guy is seriously mentally ill. Grandiose conspiracy theories about Obama? Odd ideas that only he knows (TBogg=Jennifer, for example)? Having the secret of curing cancer, for God’s sake? I think it’s time to leave him alone to wrestle with his demons in the obscurity he deserves.

This page…does not…exist? Then it was all a dream…a terrible dream in which a discourteous dolt hurled foul-mouthed insults at strangers and whined about the responses. Here in the real world, people are kind and considerate, even while differing in their opinions from time to time. Men and women alike are treated with the respect that every human should have. And people are basically good. (Disney cartoon bluebirds tweet in the perfect and beautiful trees)

Well said, sir, well said. May I be the first to express my approbation to you for coming all the way from the eighteenth century to join this symposium? As you will descry from perusing the words of those joining in the badinage, we all share your abhorrence for this ill-spoken jackanapes who, alas, shares your illustrious name. May the Almighty forfend that he be a descendant of your noble loins!

Do convey our benisons to His Majesty the King.

What, exactly, is a “bassety” basset? More wrinkles? Longer ears? Sadder eyes? Anyway, pets for the Boyz. This has been a week in need of bassetry.

Mitt’s slogan: “Backward! Or sideways! Or whatever you like! Just tell me, and I’m for it! Forward! You like Forward? OK–Forward! Or whatever!” (This is a bumper sticker with very small print)

Possibly the God of Naps. Which you are interrupting, by the way.

Portman? When there’s a charismatic rock star like Tim Pawlenty available?

We used to live near the edge of a smallish community in rural Oklahoma. Our lab/Great Pyrenees enjoyed singing along with the coyote chorus. Only time she ever howled.

Hey, Donahue? [eyeball poke] Nyuknyuknyuknyuk.

I have never seen a basset balancing the works of Joseph Conrad on his head. Labradors, dachshunds, sure…but a basset?

“Combat journalism…” I’m picturing a sweaty Rambo with ammo belts festooned across his bare chest. Wearing a snap-brim fedora with a “Press” card in the band. And, maybe, carrying a 1947 Royal typewriter instead of a machine gun.

I, for one, will spend the weekend ignoring politics, sports and current events and contemplate the magnificent collection of schnozz freckles in this picture.

Hello, Animal Control? I’d like to report a suspicious basset wearing a Dog Hoodie.

I reprehend that remark. (Most effectively read in an Elmer Fudd voice)

Breitbart–built like a tin shithouse. With unfocussed eyes.

I’m inspired. How about you?

I will take issue with those who find the strange basset hybrids unappealing. I love mutts! Our dachsobeagle Sam is now in Dog Heaven, but his brother Max the semi-greyhound still shares our house. I rejoice in the progeny that these moments of abandoned doggy passion have produced.

Ooh! Ooh! Where do I sign up!? I, too, wish to be a famous political blogger who knows how to use the word “segway!” I will be linked and quoted extensively! I will be “trending” (whatever that means)! I will have my ruggedly handsome pan on TV ALL THE TIME!! And all for the low low introductory price of $35!!

(Yes. There WAS one of me born every minute.)

Thinking of you today, beckya57, a month after saying goodbye to my Sam the Dog. I’m finally realizing that the pain of loss is the price of admission for ten years of love.

Ahhhh…teh dogz…needed this…very…relaxing….