Got Legs?

Yesterday I saw a man in a wheelchair wrestling with his keyring in the building where I work. Both of his legs had been amputated at the knee. As I walked behind him I glanced at his t-shirt. Poking above the top of the chair's seat was the image of a frog. The caption above?

That's right.

"Got legs?"

I. am. not. making. this. up.

I have secretly named him Mr. Beckett because he is clearly that kind of awesome.

And in completely unrelated news, your Moment of Zen, featuring break-dancing Russians who really love Sarah Palin (like really a lot):



Aaaand here's a direct link.

Suffering Fools

Yesterday, as I was leaving the pharmacy, I walked behind an SUV that had just pulled in with a McCain-Palin sticker emblazoned on the back. As I passed behind it a woman launched herself from the passenger seat followed shortly by a man on the driver's side who tumbled from the car shouting — shouting! — "Women just shouldn't be allowed to drive!"

I was sorely tempted to stop him and inquire as to what logic led him to believe that the female human animal is incapable of operating a motor vehicle but is nonetheless fully qualified to occupy the Vice Presidency. However, he was far too busy chasing after his wife (who was unsurprisingly storming away from him with the force of a Cat-5) for me to engage in what would undoubtedly have been a most enlightening exchange.

And for the record? Women get cheaper auto insurance rates than men do because women get in fewer accidents. Not that I'd want to confuse Mr. Shirt-Tucked-Into-My-High-Waisted-Acid-Wash-Jeans with pesky facts.

Old Reliable: Matt Drudge

Yesterday afternoon the state of Alaska found that Governor Sarah "Flat-Earther" Palin abused her power in her handling of the Wooten/Monegan/Troopergate scandal. But you already knew that, I'm sure.

Unless, of course, you get your news from the Drudge Report. I'd link it, but if you have a PC as soon as you click the link your computer will have so many Trojan Horses it will be the stuff of legends. (Ba dum BA!)

Nutshell: Matt Drudge is a right-wing mouthpiece who sits in front of his computer 20 hours a day trolling the intertubes for incendiary headlines such as "Cindy McCain accuses Obama of endangering her son in Iraq" and "Did 'SOUTH PARK' go too far this time?" to link on his website. It's a good place to go looking for news stories about freaks in middle America who have some sort of "I'm Allergic to My Refrigerator" club, but a lousy place to go for unbiased news links.

Had Barack Obama been found guilty of the sort of misconduct Palin was found to have committed in the Alaskan state report, I would be willing to bet actual cash money that Drudge would have unearthed some extreme close-up of Obama looking like he was about to eat a baby and splashed it across the top of his site with the gigantic headline "GUILTY!"

Take a look at today's Drudge page. It's kind of like Where's Waldo, but without the so-last-season red striped shirt.



See up at the top where Obama would be eating the baby? Now see that little waving lady down in the corner? And the little bitty headline under it? No?

Try here.

Good old Drudge.

Whatniaks?

The only thing better than watching the vice presidential debate every four years is watching it with a group of people all equipped with food to throw at the TV when one of the candidates devolves into spouting talking points and gibberish. Four years ago it was Cheney and lunch meat. This year it was Palin and popcorn (we have a new TV).

Confessedly, one of the moments that elicited the most raised eyebrows from my highly unscientific living room poll was Joe Biden's reference to "Bozniaks" living in Bosnia and Herzegovina. I mean, it's Bosnians, right? Silly Joe.

Except for not. Apparently, Bozniaks is indeed the correct term for Muslims living in the region. And we weren't the only ones who were confused. Even Cokie Roberts chastised Biden for this perceived gaffe. Silly Cokie.

As for me, I'm just glad to be casting my vote for someone who knows more about foreign policy than I do. I mean, no offense to soccer moms, but I'd rather have the guy who knows the difference between Bosnians and Bosniaks (let alone Sunni and Shia) a heartbeat away from The Button.