Think back on all the tales that you remember… of Whackalot.
It has been a tough week or so for Kathryn Jean Lopez with her beloved Catholic church making NAMBLA look like a bunch of Boy Scouts (hey-o!) and young Republicans of her age group busting through almost $2000 (all in singles) frequenting drinking establishments featuring nakey-topless strap-on awesomeness.
Dark days, indeed.
But it’s NRO hopey-beggy week and, just like sweeps week on your local teevee news, NRO is going all-sexytime all-the-time. Unsurprisingly they’re not very good at it, as Roy documents splendidly here, but K-Lo has certainly gotten into the spirit of things or, as Billy Idol once put it: In the midnight hour she cried- “more, more, more“:
The piece we published today on the devastating effects of pornography has kept a steady stream of e-mails coming into my inbox. Some telling devastating tales. Some confessions. Some adamant defenses of pornography from frequent users. Some cries for help.
Please feel free to keep them coming. I’ll report back here before too long.
Good night for now.
I think someone is going to see God tonight, if you know what I mean and I think you are as nauseated at the idea as I am.
(Image courtesy of the wonderful folks at Wonkette. Comments there is teh awesome also too.)