Cats, Dogs Plot Against Civilization

Think about it, you could have been building the pyramids or something. Instead you were watching this.


Ultimate cats.

Ultimate dogs.

What's In Your Purse? Come Play With Me

Contrarienne got the idea from this. She hasn't touched her then-new video cam in three years and in fact the first film tape is still in it.
But this, this she can do. And so can you.
Email a copy of what you find in your purse — kemrocken at gmail dot com — and she'll post it.
This could be fun, contrariennes.
Oh, and guys, just empty your pockets and take a shot at it. Or your man purse.
Briefcases, knapsack, backpacks, fannypacks. You get the idea.

 My purse. Pretty cool, huh? $15 at the consignment shop and like new at the time.

Boring, I know. You can do better? Show me. kemrocken at gmail dot com

The Stakes Are Too High

to "elect another career poltician or former athlete." I think I drowned my keyboard.


For reference, original Daisy ad, which ran once, but is iconically embedded in the national political memory.

Oh, Now I Get It

Never mind putting Shirley Sherrod's speech in context, let's put the whole thing in context. Thank you, Talking Points Memo.

It's also important to understand that Andrew Breitbart's timing of the release of the grossly distorted video of Sherrod, which he admits having had for weeks, may not be entirely random. Congress will soon vote on whether to fund part of a settlement between the USDA and African-American farmers who faced acknowledged discrimination -- farmers like Sherrod and her husband used to be. It's a tiny piece of the upcoming war supplemental bill.

Josh Marshall Is Pissed

Andrew Breitbart and Fox News are the guilty parties, and that's the story.
Everything else is media cowardice.
Second.

I'm On A Horse Guy

 Old Spice's ad people have turned their iconic, viral, self-mocking humor into a social media phenom.
 Last week they started making video Twitter responses, hundreds of them, starring the guy himself, Isiah Mustafa, who not only is a cool black buy with a Muslim name, but apparently has a new NBC contract for something even more lucrative.
Anyhoo, I was waiting for someone to pick through the mess and pull the best.
Here they are.

Dana Priest, Dana Priest, Dana Priest

How did I know Dana Priest's name would be on this story?

The top-secret world the government created in response to the terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, 2001, has become so large, so unwieldy and so secretive that no one knows how much money it costs, how many people it employs, how many programs exist within it or exactly how many agencies do the same work.

Drudge has been warning for days that WaPo was about to open the can of worms, making it all sound like national security was at stake. But what's really at stake is the security of entrenched interests.
Dana Priest broke the groundbreaking black ops stories. Dana Priest broke the Walter Reed fiasco. Wide open.
Journalism lives. Long live journalism. Long live Dana Priest. And, dare I say it, WaPo lives despite its toady publisher (Katherine, are you turning in your grave?) and its joke of an editorial page.

Heat, Humidity, Sex

The Republican's knew what they were doing when they devised the Southern Strategy.