Sadly, No!

World O’Crap has moved. And this time, there are two.

Then again, here’s something funny.

Because it almost looks like he’s… Oh, never mind: You’d have to explain it to Hinderaker three times, and by then he’d be all cranky, like he gets when the kids walk on his lawn or when the Safeway runs out of the scuffless rubber cane tips or the special mint-flavored Metamucil.

First Adam Yoshida said we should do it. Now it’s JB Williams’ turn:

There’s no need to waste American lives on such insanity. If they [Iran] are so damn determined to have a nuke, I say we just send them a couple of ours…special delivery.

And they lived happily ever after…

Given Bush’s (and some journalists’) reaction to Stephen Colbert’s material during the White House Correspondents’ Dinner, what better time to highlight what Bush does find teh funny:

Those weapons of mass destruction have got to be somewhere. (Laughter and applause.)

Yes, that was so funny it turned out those weapons Saddam was supposed to have weren’t there at all.

Nope, no weapons over there. (Laughter and applause.) Maybe under here. (Laughter.)

Well, not everyone can be funny like Bush while yucking it up about preemptive wars of aggression.

I know I’m flushing my left-winger badge down the toilet here, but I think Charles Krauthammer is basically right:

If you thought the Dubai port deal marked a record high in Washington cynicism, think again. Nothing can match the spectacle of politicians scrambling for cover during a spike in gasoline prices. And this time the panderfest has gone all the way to the Oval Office. President Bush has joined the braying congressional hordes by ordering the Energy and Justice departments and the Federal Trade Commission to launch an investigation into possible gasoline price fixing.

What a disgrace.

Even if energy companies are colluding to keep prices high, the larger trends indicate that gas is going to keep getting more and more expensive. Instead of attacking oil companies for jacking up the price when demand rises, we should be searching for serious alternatives to oil, be it nuclear or wind or ethanol. But unfortunately, our culture dictates that it’s uncool to ask the American people for sacrifices, so we’re stuck with this shitty energy policy.

Incidentally, this is an area where the Democrats should be creaming the Republicans. Instead of going on television and shrieking about how evil oil companies are for reacting to market demand, Dems should be pushing for comprehensive energy reform that includes (gasp!) a tax on either gasoline or gas-guzzling SUVs and Hummers. But this unfortunately means that Democrats would have to show some political courage, and so far they’ve been scared to push for any new taxes because the RNC would send out blast faxes of their photographs with the word “FAAAAAAAAAGS!!!!!” written underneath. But courage means making difficult decisions, folks. It’s time to get crackin’.

Behold the power of the NASCAR dad.

Kathleen Parker is really working overtime to diminish the significance of GOP presidential candidate George Allen’s youthful admiration of the South’s racist traditions. A New Republic profile of the Virginia senator (which Parker slyly insinuates Hillary was behind) reports that Allen wore a Confederate flag lapel pin in his high school yearbook photo and displayed one on his car’s front bumper. Yeah, yeah, big deal, some might say — lots of people do that (Christ, you should see some of the trucks in my neighborhood) and they’re just honoring their Southern heritage, as well as, um, being a gentleman. But the diff — and this is sort of relevant — is that I live in Kentucky, which actually has a Southern heritage, while Allen grew up in Southern California, not the South. Even so, Parker’s decidedly nonplussed:

My dear Dr. Watson, what could it all mean?

Allen didn’t have an answer because he said he couldn’t remember the pin. Maybe he was just showing off? Being a cut-up? A renegade?

If Allen were in high school today, maybe he’d get a tattoo or wear a ring through his nose, but in the early ’70s kids didn’t have many options for self-expression or shirking convention. You could grow your hair, maybe, or do something really radical like wear a lapel pin.

I used to know a guy whose parents were real artsy and liberal, and he rebelled by becoming a stockbroker and a Nazi sympathiser. Like, as in, defending white supremacist views, decorating his house with actual Nazi historical artifacts and occasionally wearing an SS uniform out to bars. So, obviously, being a rebel isn’t always just, y’know, “being a rebel.”

Lizza and others have pointed to other “signs” suggestive of Allen’s “race problem,” such as a Confederate flag he used to display in his home that was part of a flag collection. Allen also had a noose hanging from a ficus tree in his law office that was part of his Western collection and symbolic of his tough attitude toward crime.

Hmmm. Well. Seeing that hanging is no longer a part of our system of jurisprudence, and has so many other, shall we say, negative connotations, that noose hanging from a ficus tree in Allen’s law office (presumably past the youthful indiscretion stage, no?) sends a certain signal. And that signal doesn’t have as much to do with admiring “The West” as Allen or Parker might like to think. Even if it were surrounded by a whole roomful of cowboy hats, six shooters and Navajo blankets, that noose would stand out like, well, a noose hanging from a ficus tree in somebody’s law office.
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And who put the anal in Global Economic Analysis? (Click on the image unless you have really amazing eyesight.)

Well, it’s the weekend and what better time to ask for your opinion now that you, our few regular and faithful readers have, as proud liberals, started your weekend ritual of drinking and choking kittens.*

Chances are S,N! will be doing the old switcheroo (or, as some call it, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander) on the blog software front at some point in the near future. That gives us a chance to mess things up in new and interesting ways (Dahonger is in the house!!!!1!), which we like. It also gives us a chance to ask what you want, which we don’t like. Given that the layout will change slightly, some of the issues we put to you include:

Use this thread to vent if your favorite team does something stupid like wasting a second round pick on a kicker (*COUGH!* Ianua Ditis! Jets fan! LOL!!1! *COUGH!*).
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Non-oil edition:

During the investigation, authorities seized prescription records from several drugstores from which Limbaugh obtained 2,000 pills over six months, prosecutors said.

Last year, Black said Limbaugh was prescribed eight hydrocodone pills a day for seven months, “which is not excessive and is in fact a lawful dose.”

30 days x 8 pills x 7 months = 1680. (Or 1440 over 6 months.)

Roy Black has a way with words as well:

Although Black urged reporters not to call it an arrest — because Limbaugh turned himself in and was never handcuffed — a sheriff’s spokesman said technically he was under arrest during his booking.

Wait, it gets better!

Limbaugh was planning on remaining in treatment anyway, Black said, so “we believe the outcome for him personally will be much as if he had fought the charge and won.”

Except he didn’t and that Limbaugh is a drug addict who only sought treatment for the third time once his addiction was reported in the National Enquirer.