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Gong Show

What, no sniper fire? The Hillary better recount how many superdelegates this may cost her.

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• The Hillary's plan to traumatize the Democrats into nominating her is based on either stupid logic or race-based logic: just because a Pennsylvanian votes for her over Obama doesn't mean that Pennsylvanian would necessarily vote for McCain over Obama unless she is calling a majority of Pennsylvanian Democrats racists.
• And tell me if I'm wrong, but weren't the primary rules written by The Hillary DNC for The Hillary to wrap up the nomination on Super Tuesday?
• Read this entire column pretending you didn't see the Novak's smirk, and it reads like something posted by a The Hillary supporter.
• Krugman asks, hello?
• The irony being, after Democrats have bled to death from a million scratches, McCain would probably have won anyway. Now's just guaranteeing it.
• The Lies in Your Head, part one, part two.
• I see this fucker occasionally and have abstained from addressing him, even with a middle finger.
• 2003 and all that.
• Oh, today regret?
• The active fantasy lives of libertarians.
• America's foremost authority on issue of race.
• Three days late, but Friday Hope Blogging, weekly the most beautiful post in Blogsylvania.
• UPDATES
• Four more years of bullshit.
• Hidden basics.
• There's nothing wrong with conservatism that The Hillary and The Jeebus can't fix, if by "wrong" is meant out of power.
• Bobo evokes Mao to describe The Hillary, and it's a sign of how much I detest The Hillary that it made me smile.
• Worried yet? Still not worried?
• Because humans still root for the home team if they're 0-11, that's why, though sensible fans call for firing the coach.
• Has anyone asked The Hillary of The Jeebus about this?
• On realist fiction.
• Blog-snobbery! Includes the line, "Jerry Garcia’s fat ass has been long chewed up by the maggots."
• The most important thing you'll read today.
• Another litblog obit.
• Death and life of newspapers.
• Yes! Borders sucks, adding, eliminating the just released new paperback fiction table PISSES ME OFF!

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What, The Hillary's breaking out The Dancing Clenis?

I promise: If Obama wins the nomination and wins the election and wins a second term and cheats on Michelle in the White House and gets impeached, and America, in disgust, elects president a dry drunk mama's business failure who leads America into a catastrophically stupid war, I won't vote for Michelle if she runs for president either, even if she "moves" to New York and becomes a senator.

Fair's fair.

Not Maryland

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And that's 87 octane. 93 octane, $4.19.

We're now in a hotel spa just south of Napa. Besides the Gideon Bible we get

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My body's adjusted to the time difference, but psychologically, I hate being three hours behind the busy world, even if everything does happen at the same moment.

Congratulations Bromark! You Are The Proud Owner of a Brand New flying pig SFDGC Avenger!

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Cause they didn't have any trackers or predators or wildcats. But it's pretty!

Very nice course. The back nine is terrific with gullies and tight alleys. Front nine less so, but more of same. 57 with three twos, six fours. Very crowded, would be a regular fixture as long as played on a weekday.

Next, I've extracted permission to play DeLaVeaga. wOOt! And I might sneak in this. And this.

Oh, this is my new DGA Tsunami:

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I'm told it's the answer to my forehand driver needs. If it's as overstable as all the other DGAs I've thrown, maybe.

High-Mindedness

Josh Marshall calls bullshit on those of us who've sworn to allow John McCrotchedy's moldering corpse win the election rather than vote for Obama if a Hillary supporter or, as I said a few days ago, visa versa. He then posts a letter from a still guilt-ridden reader who "was one of the pure in heart who in 1968 could not bring myself to vote for Humphrey and voted for Cleaver instead," and that elections "should not be psycho-dramas conducted to allow people to demonstrate their high-mindedness," to which I say fuck you, I've got you're high-mindedness.

Here's the inside of a tunnel suspended five stories above the atrium of the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art:

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Here's another:

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I still think there's a better to quarter-chance the nominees for both parties on election day are still to be known. McCrotchedy is a walking infarction, and our Democratic overlords, if the two fucks in the running continue to degrade the brand to the point people would rather eat generic spam than spam in a blue can, may tell Jeebus and The Hillary to go swivel on their thumbs in the Senate. Christ, Al Gore may still be elected president.

But it is The Hillary whose singular goal is to demonstrate to rank-and-file donkeys that Obama is in fact just as despicably shitty as she, and to Obama's discredit, instead of proving her wrong he works to prove her shittier, which disqualifies Obama as intellectual and course-changer, as The Hillary's shittiness, as existential fact, is beyond dispute or demonstration.

High-mindedness? How about I vote for neither because neither deserve it, even if one doesn't deserve it more?

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• Wank wank wank.
• Profiles in wankery.
• This surprises you how?
• Iraq war architect views China, gets chubby.
• The most important thing you'll read today.
• Punxsutawney Editors.
• Unenlightened exceptionalism.
• This should be happening when Obama's the nominee, not while giving (unintentional?) aid to The Hillary.
• More on Judas Richardson.
• This should be happening when Obama's the nominee, not while giving (unintentional?) aid to The Hillary.
• More on Litblog's shutdown.

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My very first hit from Sunderland, home of the Black Cats!

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Like almost every hit I get from Britain or a Commonwealth country, the bad-teethed fucker was looking for images of eformeday eoplepay, the stupid git.

Red Wraith, Orange Teebird

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Found the course on a beautiful 65 degree Saturday afternoon, way too crowded to play, though I played one and two - think wooded Loriella with eucalyptus and small redwoods.

At tee one there was a club-run flymart, and as I was buying these two beauties, I said I was going to try to come out early Sunday morning before the crowds and was told there's an every Sunday club tournament, so I'll either do that or maybe try it Monday morning while Planet and Earthgirl go to Japanese Tea Garden.

Click to see them better.

I've got to learn to throw a teebird, cause that's my new favorite disc.

Lagged

Cool town. Shitty hotel - its wifi cost me an hour of fixing.

So, I hear Carville called Richardson a Judas. What else has The Hillary done that will guarantee I'll never ever ever cast a vote for her, one way or the other?

fifteen

War? Shyeah.

A friend asked me to post a picture of Joe Lieberman with his hand up McCain's ass at BoB, which got me thinking about October, and then I saw that President Pissy said today that Iran has "declared they want to have a nuclear weapon to destroy people," and do you doubt for a second if Pissy thought for a second the Democratic nominee might just win in November (and name a Democratic Attorney General) he wouldn't dial up a particularly vicious little war between Israel and the enemy of Israels' choice?

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• Chicks don't grok carrier battle groups.
• Dumbfucks, liars, cowards.
• I avoid Virginia whenever possible, but Saturday's in April?
• Ike Leggett, his bathroom, my taxes.
• I don't care if the county fair moves since the hobo-park behind the Southern States is long gone.
• Two-Minute Townhall.
• ODB's man in Antarctica.
• A bus with your name on it.
• 20 things you didn't know about sex.

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I hate flying, which is pertinent since I'm getting on a airplane early Friday morning to fly to San Francisco to do tourist stuff with the family for a week. I hear there is intertube connectivity in California, so I'll be around, though maybe not so much.

Three days in San Francisco, then trips up to big trees and down to Monterrey and maybe over to Yosemite. I've no idea actually, happily ceding the planning to Earthgirl and Planet, though I do know this: I will be throwing discs in the shadow of Golden Gate Bridge while they are pigging out at some hoity-toity chocolate factory.

Modest and unsolicited advice Offered To obama of camalot by a guy once a strong seven in A.p.a.-rules eight-Ball

Call for free and fair re-voting in Michida and Florigan too! and then run as only the desperate can run.

You've nothing to lose.

And I'm bored.

Awareness Test

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• Five years of war.
• Five years of war.
• Five years of war.
• Five years of war.
• Is Obama's faith in the reasonability of the American public disqualifying?
• Is Obama's faith in the reasonability of the American public disqualifying?
• I have no faith in the reasonability of pig-Americans.
• I have no faith in the reasonability of pig-Americans.
• I have no faith in the reasonability of pig-Americans.
• I have no faith in the reasonability of pig-Americans.
• I have no faith in the reasonability of pig-Americans.
• I have no faith in the reasonability of pig-Americans.
• I have no faith in the reasonability of pig-Americans.
• Because the truth is far worse than any conspiracy.
• Pastor Gerson, bafflingly, never utters the word Tuskegee when condemning Wright's anti-Americanism and wacky-nigger paranoia. He's smells like a hobo's tennis shoe, The Pastor.
• Auguring Armageddon.
• Meet your new overlords, adding IJTUIMM.
• I am glad I live in Maryland.
• UPDATE: Raise your hand if you're surprised the first day's schedule the media checked after The Hillary releases her White House schedule was Day of the Blowjob.

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The Litblog Co-op is shutting down. Dan Green has an obituary and appreciation of sorts as well as an interesting self-diagnosis of a type.

I haven't been bitching about my reading slump lately because I'm tired of it, and I try not to metablog too much because it's too self-indulgent even for me, but news of Litblog's unplugging plus a trip I'll be taking (with, presumably, time to stop and think and write) will give me time to finish something I've been noodling for months. Or not.