See, he was just trying to save the Nile delta. I’m even more amused at the leftist outrage in the comments. But then, leftists, and particularly watermelons, don’t have much of a sense of humor.
[Update a couple minutes later]
I love this comment from Bernstein:
Jon Stewart is funny because of the ways he bugs his eyes out, and otherwise makes funny faces. Can’t get that effect on a blog, I’m afraid.
It’s funny ‘cuz it’s true.
I’m not particularly obsessive, and I have some social skills, so my self-diagnosis is that I’m near the intersection of dweeb, nerd and geek, but not quite in any of them.
[Update a couple minutes later]
OK, I realize that it’s just a Venn diagram, and not quantitative in the way implied by my positioning. But I’m really not obsessive, so if I’m in any intersection, it would make me a dweeb.
I know, some people think this joke is past its sell-by date, but I can’t get enough of them. I liked the reassurance about helping her trim.
New Hampshire has banned fish pedicures.
It seems like a redundant and unnecessary law to me. Last time I checked, fish couldn’t afford pedicures. Not to mention that they don’t have pedis to cure. Even in New Hampshire. Though if they do, it will really upset the Discovery Institute.
And yes, before you comment, this is an Emily Litella moment.
The bloom is off the rose:
I have to say that I liked these, too.
And, let’s hope, never goes again:
[Via Phil Bowermaster]
Barak. The old civics course updated for the modern era. Who cares about that musty old constitution, anyway?
This is pretty funny.
But I hope there’s not a lot of collateral damage.
Gotta love Ramirez. I was always amazed that he lasted at the LA Times as long as he did.
[Via Hot Air]
We band of brothers:
This day is call’d the feast of Reconciliation.
He that votes aye this day, and comes home
To face the slings and arrows and pitchforks of the town-hall mob,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Reconciliation.
He shall have returned to DC on this day, and have the last laugh,
And a seven-figure sinecure on K Street.
In his stately paneled office with Potomac view
He will yearly on the vigil feast his lobbying-staff,
And say ‘To-morrow is Health Care Day.’
A PowerPoint graph of his Gallups he will show,
And say ‘These wounds I had on Reconciliation day.’
The Battle of Agincourt it ain’t.