When Death Panels don't yet Thrive, Stinking Peasants stay Alive

Pepe Weeps

Blind Seers, Subtle Signs, and Raging Romans

Fo shame, Herr Rott, fo shame.

Tecs takes the comet out for a Sunday drive

...disaster ensues.

"And I alone lived to tell the tale"

Luck, Bitter and sweet.

Dr. Zero Waxes [perhaps] Too Eloquent...but he is Right.

Obama's Hippocratic Paradigm at it's Hypocritic Worst

Soon enough we too can have such fine medical care dispensed to us by Obama's De..er, "Cost Control", Panels.

If only we can annex St. Tropez and let the Pepean scoundrels run out of refuges from their own nasty mischief.

The Literary Elite Strike Back at the ScheissKopfs of Mecca

Never heard of Goldblatt. Never liked Ginsberg's poetry..[Stravinsky a la Joyce on drugs]. Will read the first. Will reevaluate the latter.

Rarely has "shit" been used so well. I shit you not.

[On the other hand you have that ball-less piece of shit with his famous bravery against the Mormon danger]

Harvard's is the Gift that Keeps on Giving

Apparently this piece of shit read "Brave New World" as a how-to manual. I hope one day, old and no longer wedded to the centers of power, Mr. Sunstein finds himself in the ward for the terminally ill at the local De...er, Life Clinic on The Island. Yer know, for Justice's sake.

A Wedding and Fourty-Five Funerals

Ugly as sin.

In The Secret Recesses of His Heart Friedman 'Fesses To The Truth

Meanwhile, Le Pew keeps doing his Pepean walk over a flatbrowed Earth.

Peregrinations of the Planet Pepeteer be Perilous for Poochobama

Must be a plot by Karl Rove, da Evil Genius.

Mooning the Grim Reaper

Why would you go from Hiroshima to Nakasaki in August, 1945, to get nuked a second time? Oh well, this man did it, and now he's 93, and still kicking. Good for him. Seethe, Darwin, seethe.

The Age of Death and Taxes

When The ONE gives you one, The ONE gives you the other.

Friends of Pepe Do The SyrSoc Hop on Hitchen's Arse

Why, you'd almost think that Le Pew had informed them Chris had started to like Ricains or sumpin'.

The guy has guts, fo sho.

Brace for impact

This guy is good.

Explaining the stock market via music

Technical explanations for AA.

The Confederacy of Hate in Perfect Harmony

Judemorder, the Path to Paradise

“We shall knock on heaven’s doors with the skulls of Jews”

So, Do You Give It to Him or Not?

I vote "No". But then, that's just me. What do you guys say?

Talk about Taking the Pressure

Skillets and Such

For whatever reason, I set out on an afternoon mission to find and purchase a reasonably priced cast iron skillet. I located a perfect model: the only taint on the otherwise great find was that it's a Bobby Flay design. Not that the design is bad, though. The design is great. It's that there's a "BF" in the handle, the initials of that culinary hack, Bobby Flay. I've since decided to re-christen my cast iron skillet, though, and I now refer to it as the Big Fucker. I don't even have to take the original initials out with the bench grinder. I used the Big Fucker this evening to first skillet a sirloin, and once that was done, and while letting the sirloin rest, I sauteed some onion, green pepper, fresh ginger, garlic, pineapple chunks, and peanuts in the steak juice and vegetable oil. I just wiped the Big Fucker out with a paper towel when through, and there it sits ready for the next use. The other development in the kitchen: a large chopping-block area. I built the bench this past Friday. It's working out great. I want to have a Portuguese theme some weekend evening over here. And I can't stop thinking about Goa.