That’s how many fewer miles Americans drove in April, 2008, as compared to the same period last year. There are benefits to higher gas prices.
Jack Shafer Hates America
Quite simply, he hates America:
I wonder whether the media grievers gave a moment of thought to how this Russert torrent they produced played with viewers and readers. Did the grievers really think Russert was so important, so vital to the nation’s course, and such an elevated human being that he deserved hour upon hour of tribute? I wonder whether any of the responsible journalists paused to think, Hey, this is really weird. We’re using our unchecked editorial power to soak the nation with our tears about our friend, and that’s unseemly!
On days like this, I, too, hate the press.
For those of you wondering where the title of this post comes from, see here.
*** Update ***
Debra Saunders also hates America.
America’s Real Drug Problem
A Bat in the House
Woke up this morning and saw a brown spot on the wall in the living room, and went to investigate, and lo and behold there is a bat in the house. I have now spent two and a half hours trying to sheperd the bat outside, with no luck.
It is now starting to look like I may have a roommate. Tunch, perceptive as always, still has not seen the bat.
*** Update ***
I am now bat free. Which is good, because I was beginning to look crazy running around my apartment with my door and windows open wielding a broom, a bucket, and a beach towel.
Yeah, This
John Scalzie presents:
I keep forgetting to add Scalzi to the permanent links. This time I will not, and I still remember how much I love this Scalzi post about Huckabee’s ridiculous covenant marriage nonsense.
High Comedy at the McCain Golf Store
Via the comments section in another post, when you buy your McCain ’08 Golf gear, you are asked to post a helpful review:
Some helpful customers decided to take him up on the offer, and hilarity breaks out all over:
Remainder of Images Below the Fold (they are too wide and break the page).
Open Thread
Somebody in a thread about Phish suggested that we talk about the worst shows that we ever attended, so here goes.
For me there’s no contest – Damn Yankees at the Palumbo Center in Pittsburgh some time around 1993. Jackyl opened.
Somewhere around the halfway point the show stopped and someone rolled a wooden deer across the back of the stage. Although the memory is hazy I’m pretty sure that Ted Nugent took aim with a flaming arrow in a compound bow from 20 feet, missed the deer, hit the giant confederate flag backdrop and some techies had to put it out. Or something. I was badly in need of crunchy snack food if you know what I mean.
Entertain yourselves while the bloggers get some rest.