An amusing article about the election's disasterous consequences for the Radio Right:

But now? Now the big pinatas of the left - the Kerrys, Michael Moore, gay marriage - have all been smited. Now the underdog is the overlord of... well, just about everything.

What's a right-wing diss jockey supposed to rant about now?

Porter-Green. SC-Clemson. And of course, Pacers-Pistons. What's the world coming to?

Finally, the solution to all of New Jersey's political problems.

Sam Brownback warns the world about the evils of pornography:

Now, he said, pornography seems pervasive. Children run across it while researching homework on the Internet. Vulgar ads arrive unexpectedly by e-mail. Some of his middle-age male friends limit their time alone in hotel rooms to avoid the temptation of graphic pay-per-view movies, Brownback said.

If that's not a sign that his "middle-age male friends" need to find a hobby, I don't know what is.

This story about the RI reporter convicted of criminal contempt yesterday makes me re-ponder something I've been pondering for a while: if the Valerie Plame case is sufficiently serious to warrant holding Matt Cooper and Judy Miller in contempt, what can possibly be the rationale for not holding Bob Novak as well? I'm genuinely curious. There must be one. I'd like to know what it is.

Our ex-Presidents: the Reservoir Dogs (courtesy of Hotline's Last Call).

Doesn't this sound a bit like a crappy Saturday Night Live skit?

The wives of the four presidents walked out to the stage, each with an umbrella. Their husbands followed with no umbrellas.

As the men took their places, the women hurried to try to cover them. Bush first took refuge under Chelsea Clinton's umbrella, posing for pictures with his arm around her, then settled on pairing with his wife. Barbara Bush eventually prevailed in convincing her apparently reluctant husband, the elder Bush, to come under her umbrella as well.

(Also, doesn't it seem weird that Bono and The Edge played "Sunday Bloody Sunday"? I think I would have gone with something a bit more upbeat, and perhaps a bit more topical [see "Angel of Harlem"].)

From the Washington Post's Thursday Corrections page:

A Nov. 17 graphic on President Bush's Cabinet misspelled the name of Margaret Spellings, his nominee for education secretary.

OK, now I hate Tony Dungy.

"To me that's the first thing I thought of as an African-American," Dungy said Wednesday. "I think it's stereotypical in looking at the players, and on the heels of the Kobe Bryant incident I think it's very insensitive. I don't think that they would have had Bill Parcells or Andy Reid or one of the owners involved in that," he added, a reference to the coaches in the game.

Racially insensitive?? Give me a friggin' break.

No, no, definitely no al Qaeda in Iraq, well, except for all the terrorists and the signs in their headquarters.

video shot by an embedded CNN cameraman, soldiers walked through an imposing building with concrete columns and with a large sign in Arabic on the wall reading "Al Qaida Organization" and "There is no God but Allah and Muhammad is his messenger."

Inside the building, U.S. soldiers found documents, old computers, notebooks, photographs and copies of the Quran.

Al-Zarqawi last month renamed his group al-Qaida in Iraq, and his followers have been blamed for a number of deadly bombings and beheadings of foreign hostages, including three Americans and a Briton.

Postmodern cartography (as featured on the Internets):

This otherwise-straightforward article contains the following marvelous quote, from Lt. Charles Dennis of the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission:

"We're hoping that with all the media coverage it gets, somebody will come forward and say, 'Hey, that's my kangaroo and goat.'"

An Ohio recount is all but guaranteed. I'm rootin' for Kerry!

"Let's see," murmured Jeb. "What can I do to get some minor national exposure and reach out to Republican moderates without alienating the party's base?"

(Note: Sorry for the recent sparsity. It was a rough week.)