What, The Fifteen Dwindle?

I've been told that a post called "Poke" doesn't draw as many hits at Grandpa Bob's as a post called "Hillary: 10K Words on Why She Crumples My Depends."

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• Krauthammer sharpens his credentials as shittiest human alive.
• Here's the subhead for Pastor Gerson's column today: Fred Thompson's seeming indifference to AIDS in Africa is astonishing. He funny, the Pastor.
• Can I point out there'll be plenty of time to court the white middle class during the general election?
• Chris Matthews says Fuck You sorry.
• More confessions of professional GOP assholes.
• Krugman goes quarter-wonkish re: economy.
• Recession?
• Holyfuckingroller. Holyfuckingroller.
• BritLenin on US anti-war movement.
• Great moments in race relations.
• On fear.
• So?
• Poorman's back!from his awesome server management and has insight on the ass-effect!
• Purple Line? Three words: Columbia Country Club.
• When Bill attacks.
• Archeology of Blogging?
• Your inner fish.
• The limits to John Bolton's mustache.
• Fuck Yoo.
• Look at the file-photo the Frederick Sun picked for Chimpy's visit to Fredneck today.

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The last time a mass-mailing to all the site's bloggers went out from Grandpa Bob announcing a refreshening, I was told that short and snort posts trumped long and tedious explications. Hmmm.

Comments

[Landru]

Perhaps Grandpa Bob should reach into his Depends and pull out a fat wad of cash.

Eat me, Grandpa Bob.

And yes. Since everyone thinks that the only sensible Purple Line option (actual Metro Line that runs directly between places that bordertown Washingtrons live) is too expensive (and in a twist of logic I can't follow, that's somehow the desperately needed ICC's fault rather than a consequence of, say, war-sized defense spending), the only Purple Line we're gonna get is a chain of buses. Woot! That'll lighten things up on East-West Highway!

Asshats.