Is it just *moi*...

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Is it just *Moi*, or does anyone else get the impression that Ann Coulter is really a *man*?

Honey, lose the coackroach-killer sillettos. They are *tre* passé. and they make your feet look huge.

Is it just *moi*...

Is it just *moi*, or does anyone else think it just a teensy-weensy bit *gauche* to take pictures of cadavers with cell phone cameras?

Oh, brave new world!

Far be it from me to criticize another's sacred icons, but I certainly hope that no one takes snapshots of me in extremus with a cell phone. At least use a good quality camera to get the texture of my perfect skin.

Well, dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians!

It seems that US. Senate Republican leader Bill Frist actually did the right thing and said that the courts acted fairly in the Terri Shiavo case.

Gentle and well-clued readers, I am simply and utterly gobsmacked. Color me astounded. *Moi* is tempted to award Mr. Frist for actually backing the Judicial Branch--but no, I don't give awards for simply doing the right thing.

But oh, oh, oh! This is such a departure from the norm that it's difficult not to.

Then that little corner of intense cynicism in the back of my brain steps up and says "He's only doing it because he needs to distance himself from Tom Delay. He leans with the political winds."

Still and all things considered, I'm tickled pink that Mr. Frist is seeing reason at last.

"Good boy, Bill, *good* boy!"

You go, Obama!

Gentle and well-clued readers, as you know *moi* occasionally will pay homage to those fine and noble folks among the otherwise self-centered-like-a-gyroscope in the US Congress. Today it is my pleasure to award Senator Barack Obama (D-Ill) for speaking truth to power.

It seems that Georgie-porgy stuck his foot (all right, both feet) into his mouth regarding the average African-American life expectancy and the de-construction of Social Security:

Bush is courting African Americans with the pitch that the Social Security system is unfair to black men because of their shorter life expectancy.

Obama said the notion that Bush would tailor his Social Security appeal to blacks by talking about their shorter lifespans -- without linking it to the causes of the death rate -- was "stunning'' and "puzzling.''

Obama said he would prefer the president not frame his Social Security argument "in racial terms.'' Obama's strong words may have special significance since he is the only African-American senator.

Oh, you *go*, Obama! This melanin-deficient Euro-menehune applauds you for bringing truth to the Land of That White-Man's Lies!

Stephen Moore, president of the Free Enterprise Fund, which is backing Bush's bid for investment accounts, defended the approach. "I think the Republicans should go into the black communities and let people know what a lousy deal they get from Social Security."

Obama, Moore said, did not take issue with the "fundamental truth'' that there is a racial death rate disparity.

"This is not about why the life expectancy is lower," Moore said. "It is about the fact of life that blacks do die at younger ages and they get a relatively worse deal out of Social Security than whites."

Said Obama, "This is as if the president is arguing for privatization of fire protection because our houses aren't worth as much as houses in rich neighborhoods. Or maybe we could privatize police protection because if we get robbed, our stuff is not as nice. It defies logic.''

Do accept my gift of the Golden Mallet of Understanding, Mr. Obama, along with my wishes for a long and successful political career.

And this is where I get all Feminist on Gannon.

The shill currently posing as "Jeff Gannon" has something particularly, odiously ripe on his blog today.

Tom Bevan has an great piece at Real Clear Politics, PLAYING HARDBALL WITH MAUREEN DOWD, in which he makes some good points about this gal who probably needs a bit of the old Jeff Gannon to relieve some of that pent up whatever. 

*rolls up sleeves*
*curls hands into fists*
*dangerously narrows her eyes to two malevolent slits in a sea of scorn*

Mr. "Gannon", them's fighting words.

Listen, you two-bit $200 per hour/$1200 per weekend whoo-er, you can take your 8", and surgically remove it under sterile conditions without anesthesia and shove it up your neatly shaven a**--

*ahem*.

*Moi* would like to publicly apologize for her loss of decorum.

It occurs to *Moi* that Ms. Dowd is much better off than you are, sirrah. She's got ovaries the size of grapefruit, made of solid brass, and has the experience and dedication to REAL journalism that you so obviously lack.

Considering her credentials, I'd say she would probably take one look at your "bit", and laugh hysterically. She might even point and exclaim "Oh, my! That looks like my dildo, only smaller!"

You see, Mr. "Gannon", she's better equipped than you are. And remember this: Cucumbers are better than men. At least they don't go soft after the tenth use in one night.

Oh, that's right, you can't compete with her professionally, so you have to resort to stereotypes and intimate that what she needs is a good f*cking. That, sir, is called R-A-P-E. Yes, I said rape. You see, it's a fundamentalist religious† terrorist tactic. If a woman doesn't behave the way you want her to, or if she's justifiably angry at discrimination, or if she shows you up professionally, you say she "needs" to be screwed. Never mind that she has no interest in you. Men use sexual frustration as justification for rape all the time. And it doesn't even have to be their *own* frustration. All they have to do is claim *she* was sexually frustrated. "Judge, she needed a good f*cking, I tell you! I did her a favor, she *needed* it!"

This is also a classic attempt at "proving" his masculinity. I can see him hoisting his jeans as he snorts, then says "She just needs a bit of the old (grabs crotch here) Jeff Gannon...", then smirks as he looks sidelong at his buds before spitting on the sidewalk. "Nobody here but us good ol' straight white boys, right fellas?"

It would be believable if you weren't caught with your pants down, your flagpole up, and your profile artfully placed on the pillow, pal. So listen up, *poke* you *poke* pusillanimous *poke* poseur, *poke* you *poke* can put away your pathetic *poke* piss-ant *poke* pecker.

Trying to pass as straight by intimating rape is like trying to pass for Republican by waving a swastika. It makes more enemies than you can afford.

*WHAM!*

Oh, GAWD mon Dieu, that felt good.

† Kindly note, Gentle Readers, that I didn't say Christian here. Jesus taught love and compassion. I doubt he would have advocated for forced fornication on those women who spoke truth to power.

It wasn't me, I swear!

It seems Sam Francis has died. One less stop for me to make.

Schadenfreude moment!

Ah, yes, sometimes *Moi* takes a moment to indulge in delicious schadenfreude. I was particularly pleased with this video of Le Chienne Afghane Rabique's discomfiture at being challenged by M. Le Colmes for calling him a liar.

Oh, the nervous laughter, oh, the defensive posture, oh the hysterical hand-waving!

*Moi* must elevate those blesséd souls at Crooks And Liars for providing me with 3 minutes of pure delight!

Another Clue Delivery for Le Chienne Afghane Rabique!

Darlings, It has come to *moi's* attention through various channels, (not the least of which is The Witch) that Le Chienne Afghane Rabique may have been censored, or did censor herself with the "Old Dyspeptic" comment. While the details swarm and conjecture flies, *Moi* would like to interject something; *Moi* would like to remind her gentle readers that using the ethnic roots of an American as a means of denigrating is simply tacky and mean-spirited. Further, that delightfully curmudgeonly Ms. Thomas is NOT an "old Arab*", she is an American. Her parents were from Lebanon, not Saudi Arabia, and while the population of Lebanon is predominately of "Arabic" ethnicity, they are not "Arabs".

Calling someone an "old Arab" is, however, anti-semitic in the broader sense of the term "Semitic". For you see, Arabs are Semites--that is, as a race they speak a Semitic language, related to Hebrew.

Now, it's entirely possible that Helen's parents were not Arabic, but Lebonese-Armenian, and as such don't fall under the term "Semitic" at all. Armenian falls under the Slavic languages of the Indo-European grouping. It would still be wrong to call Ms. Thomas "That old Slav", because she was born in America, and has been an American citizen her entire 84 years.


*Hold your noses, darlings, and read it. See for yourself the twisted logic, the outrageous claims, and cancerous hatred this chienne spits up on the livingroom carpet of the world-wide web. Be sure to wash your hands afterwards.

A bit of poetic justice from the Eddas

Darlings,

Sometimes Cluella Fey declines to deliver clues to the truly despicable out of a desire for personal safety. I'd rather roll naked in crushed glass and rusty thumb-tacks and then jump in a swimming pool of lemon juice than get close enough to make a delivery to that radioactive, chienne afghane rabique, Ann Coulter. It's all I can do to don my lead suit and read her vitriolic writing. I was struck by something she said in an article about James Guckert recently:

Press passes can't be that hard to come by if the White House allows that dyspeptic, old Helen Thomas to sit within yards of the president.

Never mind the absurdity of this sentence as logic for accusing Maureen Dowd of lying. In true form, she attacks instead of giving facts.

So who is this "dyspeptic, old" Helen Thomas? She's a reporter who's been covering the White house for 44 years. She upholds the ethics of journalism while challenging the status quo. And as far as I can tell, there are no genuine nude images of her on the "internets".

What Ann forgets is that 44 years of watching politics in the White House will make any rational human morose. Ann certainly doesn't have any room to talk, for that matter. After all, she was recently quoted saying that telling people on the street in New york city "Merry Christmas" is like saying "f*ck you".

And so, gentle readers, *Moi* has decided to leave Le Chienne to my good friend Elli. If you're not familiar, Elli was Utgard-Loki's nurse, and beat Thor to his knees in wrestling. Elli is old age.

I simply hope to see Elli take her quiet toll on Le Chienne. Some day Ann will be old and withered. She's already got a head start on dyspepsia. And when that day arrives, my dears, *moi* shall indulge freely and gleefully in blissful schadenfreude.

Georgie, poopsie-kins...

It's come to my attention that you have informed Prince Charles that HRH's affianced Mrs. Parker Bowles is not welcome in the White House because--*le gasp!*--she's divorced.

If those stodgy and repressed Brits can get over having a "divorced woman" in Buckingham Palace, (true, she will only be "Princess Consort" and not queen), surely you can play Gracious Host for an evening.

Or have you forgotten that Ronald Reagan was divorced?

And so is Prince Charles.

(Via Buzz Factor>365gay.com>The Sun)

Clue Delivery for...

Jeff Gannon
James D. Guckert
Karl Rove
White House staff
Secret Service
Dr. Bob Eberle
Ari Fleischer

*Le fume*

Whomever you are (and you know who you are!), just what were you thinking when you thrust inserted placed a conservative shill in the White House press pool with a findable history of prostitution as a "male escort"? Were you trying to give Republicans a bad name?

*La lumière des aubes de compréhension*

*Le petit dans du glee*

Oh, well done, well done indeed! *Moi* could embrassez vos deux joues avec le plaisir!

8" my lily-white...

*ahem*.

Nothing to see here, move along now.

(*Moi* would like to thank her faithful and deliciously salacious Leftenant John at AMERICABlog (Not Work Safe, Darlings!) and those sublimely clue-full minions, the dKossaks for disrobing uncovering revealing finding the dirt on Gannon/Guckert this story!)

Librarians! Quick! Hide your copies of "The Color Purple"!

Excusé moi while I hoist my lavender tights as a way of girding my loins. Now, where did I put my violaceous Mallet of Heterosexual Understanding?

It seems that Mr. Gerald Allen, representative of District 62 in the Great State of Confusion Alabama has proposed a bill to ban books that "...sanction, recognize, foster, or promote a lifestyle or actions prohibited by the sodomy and sexual misconduct laws of the state."

So, in effect, Mr. Allen wants to pull such classics as "The Color Purple" by Alice Walker.

And who would be in charge of determining which books would be pulled from the shelves and burned on the steps of the Alabama statehouse? Certainly not *this* clueful librarian:

Jaunita Owes is the director of Montgomery's City County Public Library. She feels that pulling books off the shelf due to unfavorable content adds up to one thing... censorship. "I don't think it's the role of the state of Alabama to, in essence, dictate to me as a parent what I can and cannot read, and that's what we're moving towards when we do this.

Gerald, poopsie-kins, head up, eye forward, this won't hurt a bit.

*WHAM!*

Get a clue, mister representative. Reading books does not spread queerness. Obviously, *not* reading them spreads ignorance and we all know that's a field ready for the sowing of the tares and thistles of violence and homophobic hatred.

Honestly, some people's children...
(With gracious thanks to my legion of mignons at "Crooks & Liars" for the information)


Serious note: Threats against any citizen, no matter how much you disagree with him are just plain wrong. I use humor of a violent nature to make points, but to actually convey threats to this or any other of the clueless makes you worse than them. If you choose to contact Mr. Allen, please show basic human dignity and respect. Don't be a vicious troglodyte.

Clue Delivery for "Bud" Stevenson!

Honestly, have you ever seen such a dour face? Honey, sucking lemons might make an improvement. Be that at is may, the reason *moi* is making a delivery to "Bud" is because of the idiocy of this headline:

"Terror detainees have no rights, so get over it."

Oh, contraire, you ignorant pusillanimous troglodyte masquerading as a human being! Cluella is here to correct you with this handsome solid gold edition of the

Geneva Convention relative to the Treatment of Prisoners of War

Considering we are supposedly "at war" against terrorism, doesn't that make "terrorists" prisoners of war?

Further: Torture is forbidden by the Geneva Conventions, both in cases of internal conflicts (Convention I, Art. 3, Sec. 1A), wounded combatants (Convention I, Art. 12), civilians in occupied territories (Convention IV, Art. 32), civilians in international conflicts (Protocol I, Art. 75, Sec. 2Ai) and civilians in internal conflicts Protocol II, Art. 4, Sec. 2A).

Take that, you asinine fascist!

*WHACK!*

Hu's in China?

Darlings, darlings, darlings! I know it's terribly unprofessional of me, but I simply must relate the following conversation I overheard while on a recent unsuccessful clue dleivery attempt to the White House:

Remember, you (probably) heard it here first!

George: Condi! Nice to see you. What's happening?

Condi: Sir, I have the report here about the new leader of China.

George: Great. Lay it on me.

Condi: Hu is the new leader of China.

George: That's what I want to know.

Condi: That's what I'm telling you.

George: That's what I'm asking you. Who is the new leader of China?

Condi: Yes.

George: I mean the fellow's name.

Condi: Hu.

George: The guy in China.

Condi: Hu.

George: The new leader of China.

Condi: Hu.

George: The main man in China!

Condi: Hu is leading China.

George: Now whaddya' asking me for?

Condi: I'm telling you, Hu is leading China.

George: Well, I'm asking you. Who is leading China?

Condi: That's the man's name.

George: That's who's name?

Condi: Yes.

George: Will you, or will you not, tell me the name of the new leader of China?

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought he's dead in the Middle East.

Condi: That's correct.

George: Then who is in China?

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: Yassir is in China?

Condi: No, sir.

George: Then who is?

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: Yassir?

Condi: No, sir.

George: Look Condi. I need to know the name of the new leader of China. Get me the Secretary General of the U.N. on the phone.

Condi: Kofi?

George: No, thanks.

Condi: You want Kofi?

George: No.

Condi: You don't want Kofi.

George: No. But now that you mention it, I could use a glass of milk. And then get me the U.N.

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: Not Yassir! The guy at the U.N.

Condi: Kofi?

George: Milk! Will you please make the call?

Condi: And call who?

George: Who is the guy at the U.N?

Condi: Hu is the guy in China.

George: Will you stay out of China?!

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me the guy at the U.N.

Condi: Kofi.

George: All right! With cream and two sugars. Now get on the phone.

Today's winner of the Mallet of Understanding Award

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This unknown grand dame is today's winner of the Clue-ful Mallet of Understanding Award.

To see other pictures of protest, go here:

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/object/article?f=/news/a/2005/01/20/national1657EST0670.DTL&o=2

How the inauguration speech could have been improved.

In all the years I've been walking (working?) this vale of tears, I'm never had the chance to actually sit down and *listen* to an inaugural speech. Clue delivery is an arduous task, mon chers and must needs continue regardless of political victory-dancing.

But moi did read it, darlings and was simply overcome with the outrageous and atrocious "soaring rhetoric". *rolls eyes*

One should not criticize without offering an alternative, so here's moi's suggested clue-full and appropriate inaugural speech:

"My Fellow Americans, I'm proud to take the oath of office one final time. Let's face it, it doesn't matter what I say up here because I'm a politician and I won't deliver on anything I say. It's too damn cold to stand around and listen to platitudes and high-minded rhetoric, so let's say we wind up this oration and go have us a party, then get back to the task of total world domination, all right? First round's on my defeated opponent. Just kidding, John."

(Laura Bush, a quick one for you, darling. There is *no* such thing as "Winter White". You're too old to pass for a virgin bride, and "angel of mercy" is so loaded these days. You should have worn Royal Purple, instead.)

Moi is so embarrassed, she didn't post this properly before!

Moi is so embarrassed, this post was written ages ago, but due to some strange reason, it wasn't posted here at the time. Enjoy this (recent) blast from the past.

*ahem*.

Moi of course would Not, Never, Nuh-uh, forget the Cluemaster General behind the courageous Babs Boxer. I was saving the fanfare for today. Why today, my gentle readers ask? Why, it's Monday. Does moi *need* another reason? Certainly not.

The Person Of Whom I Gush, of course, is that dear, *dear* man, John Conyers. Let me kiss you, darling, you are *such* a delicious treat!

This man, nay, saint has spent countless hours ferreting out the rabbits of electoral fraud, his hound-keen nose following the fox of voter disenfranchisement, followed the blood trail of Triad-GSI technicians through the waters of Ohio polling places like the focused shark of...

Er.

I do apologize, darlings. But there just *isn't* any superlative strong enough for what Our Dear John has done.

I feel a vision of the future coming on...

I see a history book opening, and on it's pages I read "In the early part of 2005, Representative John A. Conyers began what has come to be known as the "Great Electoral Reform" by doggedly investigating reports of widespread vote fraud and corruption of the Republican party..."

*shiver of delicious pleasure*

Further reading provides further insight: "...as a result, votes across America are standardized, and no vote goes uncounted. With renewed faith in the electoral process, American election turnouts have been as high as 98% in some precincts, and it usually takes less than 3 minutes from arrival to completion. New methods of voting have virtually eliminated illegible ballots, and a tell-me-three-times redundant paper trail ensures impartiality."

*Le sigh of hopeful pleasure*

Now, how does one adequately honor such a man? Even moi knows that Ceremonial Mallets of Understanding or gilded clue-by-fours just aren't sufficient.

So here it goes:

John, Dearest, would you marry me?

Back off, gentle readers, I asked him first. But you can email him and give him double-plus kudos for his work, and loving support for the work he will be doing in the future for American elections.

Don't forget your manners, darlings!

Did you see that *stellar* job done by la belle Babs Boxer in the Senate Foreign Relations Committee confirmation hearings? Tres Manifique! A delectable snippet:

"Your loyalty to the mission you were given to sell this war overwhelmed your respect for the truth."
So, my dear and gentle readers, *do* write Senator Boxer a thank-note for her brave efforts. She and the recently-defeated Senator Kerry were the only two "no" votes against Dr. Rice.

Go, write, and remember: Grammar, spelling and punctuation count.

Send a message to Senator Boxer!

Send a message to Senator Kerry!

Oh, Chives, darling, would you fetch me my parchment, pen and ink? And what's taking you so long with that margarita?

VICTORY IS OURS! (Plus, moi makes good on a mistake)

*le petit dans de absolute victory*

Oh, do, DO join in the celebrations, my minions! ("I'll take definition #3, Alex") Here, have some champagne and drink to our very first success! It seems, my darlings, that M. le delegate Cosgrove of the state of Virginia has decided to withdraw HB1677 from consideration in that state's legislature on Monday after receiving simply *scads* of emails from outraged citizens. According to this article, Delegate Cosgrove collapsed in a heap of tears from the abuse inflicted on his delecate sensibilities--or perhaps he got the message after *moi* took The Mallet of Understanding to him on our debut installment?

I am prepared to be gracious and generous, and share the glory of this decisive victory. After all, it's going to be a long, long, interminably long 4 years, mon chers. And it's going to take more than *moi* and my Mallet of Understanding to get clues into all those Clueless Wonders out there. Oh, yes, I do indeed owe a debt of gratitude to my inimitably capable and gorgeous "leftenant", John of AMERICAblog for alerting *moi* to our success. *MWA!* Kisses, kisses Johh-darling!

Chives, darling, break open another case of champagne! And for heaven's sake, take off that silly burkha. You do keep tripping on it, my dear! You know I can't afford health coverage for you...

In other news, it has been brought to my attention that I made a teeeeeensy-weeeeensy mistake.
*le look of disingeneous shame*

It seems that the "Board of Elections" of *one* province of Iraq quit, not for the entire country. Je te mea culpa, mon chers. In my haste to deliver the clue, I didn't present all the facts:

"In another significant blow to Iraq's upcoming elections, the entire 13-member electoral commission in the volatile province of Anbar, west of the capital, resigned after being threatened by insurgents, a regional newspaper reported Sunday."

There, boo-boo all better. And thank you to my darling BP for revealing my mistakes. The man is a *saint*, I tell you, an ABSOLUTE saint for pointing it out to *moi*.

Major Clue for Mr. Womack!

BBC NEWS | Middle East | Abu Ghraib pyramids 'not wrong':

Another photo featured Pvt Lynndie England, who has since had a child with Graner, leading a prisoner on a leash.

Mr Womack said tethers were "a valid tool" when dealing not only with prisoners, but also with children.

"You've probably been at a mall or airport and seen children on tethers; they're not being abused," he argued.

Clue Delivery for Mr. Womack!


Comparing wayward rugrats precious darlings with is just so...so...*outré* that I can hardly speak.

No, wait, I'm over it, I have recoveréd and am in *FULL* capacity of my ability to speak. Prisoners ≠ Children! Children are in danger of their lives in crowded malls where they are a danger to themselves and from others (not to mention the havoc they can cause when allowed to run free and unsupervised by their parents). Prisoners, on the other (well manicured) hand, are already in a supposedly "safe" place, both from themselves and from society at large, and are supposed to be safe--now pay attention, Mr. Womack, this is the important part--from harm done *by* their keepers. Further, children on restraints are allowed to, nay, *encouraged* to walk, while those prisoners were forced to *crawl* on all fours like--like animals or--or pre-ambulatory babies! *Le FUME*

Oh, and how DARE you compare and equate our proto-human--post fetii Precocious Little Angels with those nasty, unwashed and naked prisoners? Are you deliberately trying to invoke the wrath of millions of soccor-moms?


*Some* people's children, I swear!

Further: "

"Don't cheerleaders all over America form pyramids six to eight times a year. Is that torture?" Guy Womack, Graner's attorney, said in opening arguments to the 10-member U.S. military jury at the reservist sergeant's court-martial."

*Le sigh*

Guy, I think you need to get out more, poopsie-kins. Cheerleading is supposed to *boost* morale, both of the team, and the fans. We'll skip the similarities to an assemblage of sacrificial virgins a la Celtic mythology for now, but tell me, just *whose* morale was lifted by seeing naked, humiliated men piled against their will into a heap?


This is a heap. It's not a pyramid. You will note that the only people smiling are England and her beau Graner. In fact, other photographs show the prisoners hooded. I truly doubt they are smiling, Mr. Womack.

Now, compare closely for a clue:


You will note that this is a photo of happy people who co-operated and built a human pyramid. Note the smiles on their faces. Note the pride of accomplishment. I'd be willing to bet that none of these people feel humiliated by what they are doing.

There's an important word I'd like you to learn, Mr. Womack: Consent. Without it, it's degradation, abuse and torture. Now, would you be so kind to turn around and bend over? I'd like to drive this home with the Rubber Hose of Knowledge On the Ethical Detention of Prisoners.

High Court Sides with Klan in Adopted Highway Program

High Court Sides with Klan in Adopted Highway Program:
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - The U.S. Supreme Court let stand on Monday a ruling that the Ku Klux Klan white supremacist group can take part in Missouri's "Adopt-A-Highway" program in which volunteers pick up trash along the road and the state puts up a sign thanking the group.

To which moi says, let them. I rather like the idea of Klansmen bending over to pick up trash. What a pity those long white bed-sheets linen robes will hide their firm, round and athletic buttocks. Still, if done at night, they do present a very identifiable target presence, non? It also occurs to moi that they are not lynching our siblings of color if they are collecting le gar-bahge.

I have to wonder, though--do you think that particular stretch of highway is going to get most of the trash thrown out car windows?

Play nice, children. Used prophylactics go in the trash, not on the roadways.

Comments! We get COMMENTS!

*le SQUEEEEEEEE!*

*ahem*.

*modest preen*

So, it seems that *moi* is "very funny", according to John Aravosis of America Blog

*le blush*

Well, darling 'leftenant', you're quite a giggle-fest yourself. When I'm not *le fuming* right along with you!

*le wink*

All right, that concludes this meeting of the Blogosphere (Left Hemisphere Chapter) Mutual Admiration Society. Move along, nothing to see here.

Edit: I swear to *moi* it was there, honest, but somehow my Haloscan comments ate it out of sheer, undadulterated perversity of heart and meaness of spirit. Bad Haloscan, BAD!

*Ahem*.

Well, all right, it really isn't Haloscan's fault. Somehow my comments were under another Haloscan user's name, I just don't know *how* that happened,† but it should be fixed now, and if you don't believe me, go ask John himself.

Oh, Jo-o-o-hn, would you *pleeeeeease* repost your comment?
*le batting of eyelashes fetchingly*

† All right, I *do* know how, but I'm not admitting *anything*, do you hear me?
*Le chewing of fingertip in dainty disingenuity*

Edit part deux
I have *found* the link to the set of comments--and have ammended the link to reflect it.

ooh, Georgie-porgy....Clue Delivery!

After Threats, Iraqi Electoral Board Resigns (washingtonpost.com): Iraqi election officials quit en masse

Georgie,

Poopsie, I'd like you to pay close attention to this clue. It's very *very* important. The entire Iraqi Board of elections has quit, yes, all at once, that's what en masse means. Why is this clue important? Well, dear, it's like this; Either you're fibbing just a little bit or you're utterly clueless about what's really happening in Iraq, poopsie-kins.

Now, you see? Just like solids cannot occupy the same space, you can't have one version of a story that is opposite of another story.

No, Georgie, this story isn't made-up. No, Geor--Georgie, take your fingers--TAKE YOUR FINGERS OUT OF YOUR EARS RIGHT NOW!

*LE SIGH OF FRUSTRATED EFFORT*

Georgie, singing "The Star Spangled Banner" isn't going to change things, poopsie.

Why do I bother? Because I have a job to do, that's why. If not for me and my minions of clue delivery, we'd all be in gulags.

For immediate release: Cluella appoints a lieutanant.

John, don't hold back, tell us how you really feel!

John over a Americablog sings it loud and true--Southern Baptists are thanking God for the opportunity to save souls. They have prayed for an opportunity, and they seem to see one in the recent tragedy and disaster of the Tsunami. In fact, they are going to be using relief funds to build "Christian communities" complete with Christian churches smack dab in the middle of each "community".

Honestly, you people are too much. *Le fume*

Anyway, back to John--you darling man, as my "leftenant", I am presenting you with this working model of the Mallet of Understanding. Make sure you clean it well after each use--we don't want to spread Mad Christian disease!

Awards! We give awards!

Occasionally, moi will present awards to those who have shown exceptional effort in delivering clues to the clueless. My first award is to the noble, honorable and courageous Senator Barbara Boxer of California.

To: Sen. Boxer,
CC: Rep. Conyers,
Re: Award recipient

Memo:

Dearest Babs;

I must say I applaud your *valiant*, principled, and courageous attempt to deliver a clue about that vile, vile man, Alberto Gonzales. However, darling, it *pains me*, nay, slays me no end that your efforts went without effect. *Le sigh of resignation*


But such efforts should not go without reward. I hereby award you this miniature Mallet of Understanding for ceremonial use.

Remember, it is for display purposes only, and must not be used for intimidation, interrogation, or torture.

Brava, bellisima!
Cluella

Gentle and well-clued readers, I am *sure* you've already done so, but be sure to write to Senator Boxer to thank her for standing up and speaking out. And who will our next award recipient be? Stay tuned to this blog, gentle and well-clued readers!

Hello, darlings!

Well, well, well, what do you think of my new digs? I'll be posting here with clues for the clueless when my busy schedule of clue delivery allows.


After all, I've got about 51 million clues to deliver, and only gotten about 100,000 done so far. I may have to recruit some assistance from among the 49 million who didn't vote for Georgy-porgy. Oh, and I mustn't forget all those who *didn't* vote at all! *harumph*.


How positively cro-magnon can one be? You're about to find out, my well-clued darlings, trust me.


Briefly, consider Virgina (isn't for lovers mourning the end of a pregnancy) Delegate John A. Cosgrove: He has introduced a bill in the VA legislature that makes it mandatory for a woman to report a miscarriage within 12 hours, or face a $2500 fine and a year in jail.


You can read the latest over on The Well Timed Period.


Oh, John, darling, heads up. You're about to be my first recipient of a clue:


Now, where did I put my Mallet of Understanding? Oh, there it is!


There is no way to enforce this, you troglodyte! Wham!


This will criminalize women who have done no wrong other than invading their own privacy in order to notify police that they miscarried! Wham!


There. Hope this makes you realize just how clueless you are.


Cluella.