Okay, as some of you may know, this is my last post at Firedoglake. It has been an amazing year and a half, but over the Thanksgiving break, circumstances arose that made me realize that it’s high time for this Theropod to flap his wee tiny forelimbs and leave the nest.
If you, like many people, are dreading those inevitable shouting matches around the holiday table with your Republican relatives, Jezebel has some helpful rules for ensuring a peaceful, non-screaming Thanksgiving for you and yours.
I used to joke that the only two topics I could discuss when I went home to visit my evangelical Republican family were “the weather and food.” I guess I didn’t give enough thanks for our intact ice
I know this may come as something of a shock to you, but we aren’t the only people in the world who think Joe Klein is just a bad joke in a tweed coat. Oh, no.
Let’s begin at Glennzilla’s place with the piece that Jane touched on earlier:
For the sake of its own credibility, Time Magazine needs immediately to prohibit Joe Klein from uttering another word about the eavesdropping
You know, it’s really time to get yourself a hobby when you start dragging out the Terri Schiavo autopsy file again.
Apparently, Mrs. Malkin isn’t taking too well to house arrest life after getting fired from The Factor.
Might I suggest macrame?
Well, this is interesting. It seems that the Petroleum Institute is taking Right Wing Bloggers on all-expense-paid travel junkets to view some new construction projects and spread the word that, in fact, Big Oil is Wise and Good and Strong and only has the best interests of the American people at heart.
I will travel the next two days to Houston and Corpus Christi on a tour arranged by the
“The most important thing to succeed in show business is sincerity. And if you can fake that, you’ve got it made.” (George Burns)
Such is the essential message of Chris Matthews’ new book, “Life is a Campaign”. He posits that we can all learn from politicians and their oh-so-clever trick of pretending to listen to and care about people they don’t give eight tenths of a bucket of warm spit
The main story is Salon today is something I have been wondering about for several weeks. We keep hearing about how the Georgia reservoirs have about eighty days of water left. The question nobody seems to be interested in answering (or even contemplating) is exactly what will happen to Atlanta and the surrounding area when those reservoirs actually run out, and everyone in North Georgia turns on their taps
Kanye West, “Barry Bonds”
I know I’m not going to be the first person to say this, but who gives a fluted fuck whether or not Barry Bonds took performance enhancing drugs? Are we going to get weeks of Congressional hearings about this, too?
Because, you know, obviously nothing important is going on.
It’s not raining tonight, but I came across this song during our “Songs About Rain” thread last night and had to share it. This is from Grace Jones’ iconic “One Man Show” from the mid-80’s. An amazing performance with incredible work by reggae rhythm masters Sly and Robbie.