And it's so odd how so many people with what people perceive to be a large platform take the time to write/respond to/complain about what I'm saying in my tiny little forum that nobody is reading. I wonder why they do that.

Because they know there is a voracious appetite out there for a product that they have forsaken. If it becomes widely perceived that there is a provider, then the value of their market share, whether it be measured in terms of popular culture or lickspittle fluffing privileges, will decline.

So they slander you and denigrate you and do everything but come face to face with you. All in the desperate hope that their lies will be accepted without question.

They are desperate. And your work has brought them to this unforeseen place.

It would be sad, but I only had two glasses of wine with dinner instead of the requisite three, so maudlin just ain't happenin' tonight. ;-}

PDA - where ya been? ;-}

Speaking of the worthiness of dynasties (as we were the past few days), NPR just had an interview with Amrit Singh from the ACLU about the FOIA requests for documents on the Bush torture (yes, they said 'torture', or allowed her to say it) policies.

They asked Ms. Singh, who happens to be the youngest daughter of Indian prime minister Manmohan Singh, if her father, who is trying to work with the US ever asks her to lay off. She told them no, he has his life and she has hers and he has never asked her to do anything less than what she is doing.

That's the kind of dynasty stuff I can get behind.

My advice to Glenn is: every dog has their day, and if you shit on their yard, you won't get to have your day, and will continue to speak to a very small audience.

LB, if there is much more whooshing as windy as this the Mullets of Moderation will be flying around like proverbial pink pigs!

Did you run out of frequent-fluffer miles on your CheneyExpress card?

And FrederickBernanke:

I surmise the quandary arises when the journalist discovers that if her modus operandi is to obtain and disseminate information, she quickly discovers that she's floundering in a dearth of information: nobody in power, nobody with information, wants to be within earshot of her.

Considering the fact that the story is about the whoring of Joseph Klein, a man irrespective of the fact that he doesn't have the 'nads to fight Glenn fairly, I would think that male-specific pronouns would be more apropos in your example.

Liz Cheney has brass balls the size of watermelons, but she is still a she when we consider the type of whoring she gets up to these days.

You should post that over at Swampland. Hilarious.

Learn to be nice and keep secrets and your dance card will be full in no time!

Our very own Cocktailhag wrote a post on that (link @ sig):

the already busy hostess must often drive herself to distraction attempting not to offend what is sure to be a roomful of delicate sensibilities. Indeed, the only way one can be entirely certain to avoid eventual opprobrium is to smile quietly while passing the canapes to guests tiptoeing gingerly around “food” and “football.” A far better approach is to Offend Early and Offend Often.

...

It can be checked so easily, however, and with such a wide variety of icebreaking offenses that a hostess might find it hard to choose. “What’s that smell?” is perhaps my favorite. Three little syllables that check, punish, and even possibly prevent repetition can only be admired for sheer economy.

...but what a waste for

Maniac Mauve

Grape Bloviator

Vehemently Violent Violet

and the Plum Luffah Palette.

He is more to be pitted than censored.

Like the overripe, rotting prune that he is!

Think of how fun it would be watching his face turn a thousand different shades of purple as Glenn guts his tripe!

We could name the different hues:

Media Whore Mauve...

Bruised Billo...

All the way up to Plum Gone Starkers!

Like OPI, only better. ;-}

Joke and The Great Broder reserve their Mullets of Moderation for use as a disguise when they go out among the little people to "take the pulse of America"?

No need for a combover when you using a wig. ;-}

ROFLMPPCO! Vultures swooping and pooping, poor Puckertux and the humor-impaired. They just don't know what they're missing!

I can think of two very different motivations for maintaining a private and secret communications network for infotainwhores to help them keep their stories straight.

Does either of them have anything to do with the recruitment of generals to pimp DOD policy on teevee?

Like you and bystander, I'm catching a whiff of something that smells both foul and familiar.

Not unlike Samson's hair, the Seriousness of his journalism stems from his Mullet of Moderation.

Now that I have airblasted the cracker crumbs you caused me to spew from my keyboard, I just want to point out that it's more likely due to the Balding of his Bias.

Just sayin'. ;-}

p.s. I was trying to work "combover" in here but couldn't come up with anything on the spur of the moment.

I had that image in my head too.

The sign out front reads, "Members ONLY!!, No Grenwalds allowed!"

I bet there's a smaller one below it that reads, "No girlz either!"

Mo' PWAUT...

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