…he can come out of his election loss smelling like a rose, historically speaking.

This would suggest, so far, that he does.

Apparently this is a real story.

I can’t find any details about how it actually happened, so, in the spirit of the blogosphere and mainstream media, it would be irresponsible of me not to speculate.

My guess is that she broke her jaw on her transexual lover’s giant stainless steel dildo in a fit of ecstatic rage. Right there at the peak of joy, stainless-steel boy-girl told Ann he/she voted for Obama, and poor Ann was so enraged and turned on at the same time she tried to take too much of the metal dick, thrusting with great vigor, in a single gobble.

More likely, she just had too much to drink and was too emotionally traumatized by a centrist President to avoid tripping over the sidewalk crack.

Please, Annie, give us a press conference! Let the truth be known!

It has to be read to be believed, but for anyone who has watched him for a long time it pretty much validates every impression an intelligent person might have of him.

The piece reads like a primer of the problems with insider journalism.

He’s a weird, successful dude. Often I wonder why I wasn’t more like Ann Coulter or Ward Churchill (whoever the fuck that is) or Chris Matthews, if only when I’m considering my economic and political place in American life.

Then I remember: That’s right! It’s because I’m not a celebrity whore!

Digby has, of course, a more intelligent take.

…followed by another blog rule:  Don’t bother after The Rude Pundit has done it.  Just link it, and hope it gets passed along.