I recently saw the movie The Hangover. The funniest bit of the movie, for me, was how the Chinese mobster kept laughing at injuries that befell the fat bearded character and exclaiming “It’s funny because he’s fat”. Being a person of considerable heft myself, I enjoy a good fat joke now and again. And as you know if you read this blog with any regularity, politics is a bit of a hobby of mine. Therefore, I happily submit the following combined political and fat joke for your enjoyment.
As a proud owner of a Taylor 414ce (a much less expensive model than Dave Carroll owns I’m sure) I join Dave in condemning United Airlines or anyone else who would damage one of these beautiful instruments and not live up to their liability by fully compensating the owner for the loss (which of course should include a substantial amount for pain and suffering).
My Taylor
I love it when politicians get caught in the stupid s— they say
And as an extra added bonus, here’s some Star Wars/Obama humor for you today:
I just saw that the town I live in made number 7 on Money’s Best Places to Live 2009 list.
I’ve seen several posts lately displaying things that seemingly took Herculean amounts of patience to accomplish. This one takes the cake – a paper castle complete with electric lights, monorail system and Ferris wheel (more pictures at the link).
“Today the Senate antitrust subcommittee will hold hearings on perhaps the only American institution less popular than Congress itself: the Bowl Championship Series (BCS).”
Sheesh! Really? Of course this is being led by two Republican congressmen. Yeah great, way to lead by example guys. This is exactly the kind of thing that most Americans are concerned about, you’ve really got your finger on the old national pulse. Here’s the full story from the Wall Street Journal.
…The 2012 Pelosi GTxi SS/RT Sport Edition!
Funny stuff.
Man, I love Jonah Goldberg’s writing style and of course the content is dead on as usual. Heck, maybe I’ve found my soulmate! Here’s his take (from The Corner at National Review Online) on the ongoing sensitive stylings of the idiot that is Mark Sanford:
Memo To Mark Sanford: Man Up and Go Home [Jonah Goldberg]
I’ve not had much to add to what’s been said around here about Mark Sanford, and I still don’t have much new to say. But Jeez-O-Peet it’s time for this guy to step down. Go in the woods and bang drums, wear dresses at the shopping mall or become a Trappist Monk — whatever you need to do to get your act together on your own dime and on your own time. South Carolina, it seems to me, is not a state where politicians are expected to air out their “personal journeys” from the Governor’s mansion and I know the Republican Party doesn’t need to become an unseemly hybrid of est seminar, Plato’s Retreat and Bible Camp. Invoking King David as your inspiration for hanging around like a lech at a strip club after last call was stupid enough, but if you’re going to do that, you can’t start crying (again) about your Argentinian girlfriend or blathering on in a way that might cause John Belushi to descend from heaven just to smash your guitar against the wall. If stepping down makes it harder for the GOP or for some rivals to run for governor, Jimmy crack corn, and I don’t care. You need to get off the stage.
The GOP needs to march to your office and tell you, “Look, you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
The following was posted by Michael Goldfarb at the Weekly Standard. The last line is true genius.
In the course of Donald Morrison’s review of Au Revoir to All That by Michael Steinberger, we learn that McDonald’s is the largest private employer in all of France, which is sort of like being the largest provider of health insurance in North Korea, but nonetheless, it feels like a major triumph for American culture and cuisine. I once ate at the McDonald’s right next to the Arc de Triomphe. My quarter pounder tasted like hegemony.
My Head Just Exploded! 