It's Thursday

and Fred Thompson is still out of the race, dammit

so anyway, I'm about as funked out as I was that dreadful November morning back in 2006 when The Evil Party took control of Congress. Where were you when you first heard the words "Speaker Pelosi"?

On one hand, I respect the Man, his contributions to The Race, and his decision; on the other hand I want to drag him out behind the barn and whip his ass with a car antenna from a 1968 Chrysler Imperial.

Yeah, I gots the seven stages of grief thing going on. Piss off.

Ragin' Dave sums it up smackly. Righteous, brother.