…theorizes that there's something about Mitt.
…wonders if Michele Bachmann is the new Erika Kane.
…reads between the lines of the President's 3rd SOTU.
…steals from Sarah Palin and calls the mainstream, the lamestream.
…looks forward to the carnage that promises to be the South Carolina primary.
…throws around a few words concerning the left ventricle of the Heartland.
…rectifies possible mistakes made by Santa later this weekend.
…admits to being a bit tickled at the GOP realization that one of these guys is going to be their nominee.
…is grateful he doesn’t have to personally inform the Kardashians they didn’t make the cut.
…goes behind the scenes to find out what the heck is going on with the GOP game of Whack-A-Mole.
…subliminally encourages tryptophan poisoning and four story tall balloons careening off of Manhattan lampposts
…ruminates about the accusations threatening to derail the Cain Train.
…walks a few miles in the shoes of our politicians down the mean streets of Washington DC.
…gets wrapped up in a logic loop like a cat in double stick tape.
…wonders where battle tested stops and shell shock begins.
…ponders the meaning of the Republican Party’s newest flavor of the week.
…goes yard with this rant on the banking industry.
…talks about one night stands and jittery suitors.
…reports from the front lines of the class war embedded in a velvet tank.
…offers up a few modest proposals to help get this country back on its feet.
…talks about a recent gathering of people who want to be President and $2 a gallon gas. But not in that order.
…pledges to make no pledge except for the very important Lemon Pledge.
…throws down with a few words about the man they call Captain Haircut.
…investigates the special committee that is the bane of the Justice League.
…reflects upon the situation in which Obama called himself the only adult in the room.
…tap dances around the fact that he has no idea what’s going on.
… once again tries to put things in perspective.
…considers the debt crisis by throwing up his arms and saying “yech.”
…takes on the onerous task of defending the folks that F. Scott Fitzgerald claim are different from you and me.
…throws a red, white and blue spotlight on dead solid summer.
…talks about how we might be able to make a couple of Benjamins.
…recounts the initial showdown between the loyal opposition who prove to be not all that loyal.
…tries to take the high road by addressing this very messy situation with a folded towel over his arm.
…gives just a sample of the cacophony we can expect to experience over the next 17 months.
…waxes poetic about the lovely time that can be had between the end of spring and the beginning of fall.
…finds it hard to argue against the general impression that men possess porcine DNA.
…questions whether the Marietta Mauler has what it takes to go all the way.
…comments on the passing of the world champion hide and seeker.
…resigns himself to the fact that this silliness is far from over.
…shakes his with wonderment at the addictive nature of knowing what’s right for everyone.
…delves deep into the complexities of the near government shutdown and comes up with few if any conclusions.
…once again descends into Durst Case Scenario territory.
…weighs in with a typically confused reaction to our latest war like behavior.
…tries to make sense out of the senseless and the heartless and the clueless.
…chronicles the naked power grab that has resulted in a mugging in Madison.