Prior to the web, it would have been almost impossible to put together a collection of cats that look like Hitler. And just to keep it on topic, don’t miss kitlers in space.

‘Tis a wondrous age in which we are blessed to live.

[Update in the afternoon]

I know, I shouldn’t let my mind wander down such dark paths, but will the ultimate result of this be these people getting their cats together to create a new goosestepping (but softly) and saluting breed? What would the ultimate kitler look like? Would personality traits be important, or merely physical resemblance? Perspiring minds want to know.

Some Freeper found this story, about the return of the beaver to New York City, after two hundred years. As one of the commenters notes, the jokes just tell themselves.

They named it “Jose.” As another commenter notes, it must be building dams, and doing the work that American beavers just won’t do.

This means war.

Frank J. has a new book out. He calls it the dumbest book ever written about the Bush administration. Hard to believe, for anyone who’s ever read Ivins.

It’s a compilation of many of his blog posts for the past few years. I guess I should finish mine.

Lileks is mercilessly mocking a haughty and pretentious French person.

Via Tim Blair’s commenters.

…on drugs. This is pretty funny.

Here’s a warm and bubbly Christmas story about a flatulent turtle. That would be a great band name.

This won’t put an end to the humans versus robots debate, but it should.

Via emailer Jon Bossard, who notes:

The argument that robotic missions are far cheaper and more effective than human missions is belied by the fact that, even with more than half a dozen robotic missions to Mars, we still don

On the Pillsbury Doughboy:

…a few weeks ago I made disparaging remarks about the Green Lantern; this was not meant to disparage his creator, who has died