First the ends,
For my Republican friends,

And now the freakin’ odds.
For we’re moving this weekend
(What a pain in the rear end!)
Not lounging like lazy old sods.
Yes, we’re changing our digs
We’ll be squealing like pigs
Cuz that’s how much we love U-Haul.
That’s a lie actually
I drive trucks into trees
And low-slung concrete garage walls.*
Karen’s learned from experience
To keep me at a distance
From lifting and driving and sharp stuff.**
What I do best is opine
And occasionally whine
While the movers do all the hard puff-puff.
Our first home we’ve remodelled
But we must have been addled
To think we could do it on budget.
No countertops or floor covers
Bathrooms still ugly buggers
And yet we’re near broke. Oh, fudge it!
It tires me to the bone
To abandon this home
Even if it’s to go to one better.
Only one silver lining —
Stopping most of my whining —
We left all of our really good porn there.
D.
*Karen swears I have driven trucks without crashing them into concrete beams or tree branches, but I have no memory of such successes.
**Once, while unpacking, I shaved off half a fingertip on broken glass. Ever hear the saying, “Humans have no memory for pain”? Bullcrap. I remember every second of that experience. My favorite part: the way every last paramedic and nurse had to unwrap my finger to look at the damages. That hurt.
Withdraw in peace, Harriet. You’ve been a trooper from day one; with your blog, you have faithfully kept us posted as to your struggles.
Harriet Miers, Dubya’s A-number-one fan and top pick to be the new kid on the Supreme Court block, withdrew her name today. Yahoo News has a neat quote from Senator Trent Lott: “Let’s move on. In a month, who will remember the name Harriet Miers?”
D.
Yeah, you heard me! Stephen Colbert, lately of The Daily Show, now of the eponymous Report, wants your fan fic. Here are the guidelines, which I have lifted from Stephen’s blog:
No show to recap this morning, but we’ve got plenty in store this week! We’re finally going to start posting some of the excellent fan fiction you guys have been sending in – keep ’em coming! I do want to remind you all that we have certain ground rules, which some people have been breaking. Specifically:
- All fanfics must be broken up into chapters, and sent in piece-by-piece. I appreciate the effort you put into The Colbert Odyssey: Search for the Codex of Wisdom, Shelly F. of Piedmont, KY, but sending me a 1700-page novel via overnight mail and checking the “recipient will pay shipping” box is not cool!
- It doesn’t count as fan fiction if you just take a copyrighted work and insert Stephen as a character. I’m looking at you, Pete G., author of Harry Potter and Stephen Colbert and the Half-Blood Prince.
- Finally – and I didn’t think this would be a problem, but it is definitely a problem – PLEASE keep your fanfics R-rated or less! We’ve been getting some stuff that… I just… well, I’d never heard of some of this stuff before. And then I made the mistake of looking it up on the Internet. Please, just… just stop.
That’s it! Actually, one more thing. It turns out that a lot of people are submitting fanfics with similar storylines – great minds think alike! However, we’ve received more than enough submissions on the following topics:
Stephen saves the world
Stephen the astronaut
Stephen is a superhero
Stephen becomes President
Stephen hangs with Jesus
Stephen abducted by aliens
Stephen and Jon Stewart are buddy cops
Stephen in the Wild West
Stephen wins aliens over to our side
Stephen the race car driver, with special appearance by Paul Dinello
Stephen presides over futuristic alien techno-paradise
Stephen on BroadwayOK, those are the rules – keep emailing me those submissions (webmaster@colbertnation.com!)
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Get crackin! Come November 1st, you won’t have the time for such shenanigans, thanks to NaNoWriMo.
D.
Could George W. Bush orchestrate a coup d’etat?
Merriam-Webster defines coup d’etat as “a sudden decisive exercise of force in politics; especially: the violent overthrow or alteration of an existing government by a small group.” Here in the US, we have a constitutional government. When the President is sworn into office, he takes the following oath:
I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.
If the President takes steps to suspend the Constitution, he is by definition engineering a coup. Still, most folks wouldn’t see it that way. This essay by political scientist Daniel Hellinger covers the history of the suspension of civil liberties by US presidents. How many Americans remember (or ever learned) that Lincoln suspended the writ of habeas corpus in 1861? Defying the Supreme Court, Lincoln imprisoned thousands of draft resisters and Southern sympathizers. Yet no one ever accuses Lincoln of orchestrating a coup, except perhaps those good ol’ boys south of the Mason-Dixon Line who still fly the Confederate flag.
Thanks to the Patriot Act, the US Constitution ain’t what it used to be. At present, the Bush Administration’s position is that they can throw anyone they like in jail — indefinitely, without trial — simply by claiming this is necessary for national security. George W. Bush can use this argument to overturn major sections of the Constitution, as detailed on this web page (scroll down to the list of potential executive orders).
So: it’s bad now, but it could get much worse.
The Plamegate indictments are hours away, and there’s talk of an expansion of Special Prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald’s scope to include George W. Bush’s role in the Niger forgeries (the supposed “proof” of Saddam’s nuclear WMD program). “Bush’s brain” Karl Rove and VP Dick Cheney‘s Chief of Staff Scooter Libby will almost certainly be indicted tomorrow. Will Cheney be named as an unindicted co-conspirator? Can Dubya weather the upheaval?
This is a guy who has already laid claim to dictatorial powers. What will he do when his back is up against the wall? How far will he go?
From the conclusion to Professor Hellinger’s essay:
Violence and international crisis have often raised the question of what balance should be struck between security and civil liberties. However, rather than defend the “homeland†from terrorist attacks, abridgement of civil liberties has more often been aimed at suppressing dissent, advancing some other agenda, or boosting the careers of unscrupulous politicians.
Instead of boosting the careers, read protecting the careers. Considering that loyalty is one of Bush’s obsessive traits, what will he do to protect his friends?
I don’t have much confidence in our President’s self-restraint. I believe things could get mighty scary in the coming days and weeks. If the Executive branch of our government goes renegade, I worry that Congress will be too divided/conflicted/cowardly to defend our civil liberties. The Supreme Court may stand up for the US Constitution — that is their job, after all — but there are precedents for US presidents ignoring the SCOTUS. Lincoln did it (see above), as did Andrew Jackson*.
But there’s one more wild card out there. Take a look at the oath taken by our armed forces:
I, _________, do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God.
Coups can’t fly unless the ruling cabal has the military’s support. What will our generals do if they are faced with internal conflict between defense of the Constitution and obedience to the President?
D.
*The Removal Act of 1830 authorized the removal of all native peoples over a vast area east of the Mississippi River. The Cherokee took the case to the Supreme Court; Chief Justice Marshall ruled in their favor. President Jackson ignored the Supreme Court decree, stating, “John Marshall has made his decision, now let him enforce it.”
Note to my faithful readers: So y’all wanted humor and sex, not to mention more of me making a fool out of myself, and I gave you politics. Sue me. There’s always tomorrow.
Um, wait. Tomorrow’s Fitzmas. How can I be funny about Fitzmas?
I’ll try to find a way. For now, if you’re jonesing for sex & a laugh, check out Wickipedia’s page on sexual slang — but make sure you have at least a half hour to kill.

My review of City Slab Volume 2, Issue 3 is posted at Tangent Online. Check it out.
D.
In this morning’s NYT Op-Ed, MoDo sings what we lefties have known all along: it’s the three of them, and Bush.
Remember John LeCarre’s Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy? “There are three of them and Alleline,” George Smiley says, reflecting the general wisdom that boss man Percy Alleline is too dimwitted to be the Russian mole. Now we know, thanks to Colin Powell’s point man Colonel Wilkerson, that a cabal runs our government, headed by VP Dick Cheney and packed with the likes of Donald Rumsfeld, Scooter Libby, Karl Rove, and Paul Wolfowitz. There are three of them (or more) and Dubya, you might say.
Full text of MoDo’s op-ed piece can be found at Cyphering. Snip:
It’s exactly what we thought was going on, but we never thought we’d actually hear the lurid details: Cheney and Rummy, the two old compadres from the Nixon and Ford days, in a cabal running the country and the world into the ground, driven by their poisonous obsession with Iraq, while Junior is out of the loop, playing in the gym or on his mountain bike.
Yes, it is exactly what we’ve known all along. Soon, maybe, I hope I hope I hope, Pat Fitzgerald willing, we’ll be cleaning house.
I think it’s too much to ask that the American people never again elect a cypher to the office of the Presidency.
D.
I made Beth’s peanut butter cookies for Jacob the other day — he really loves ’em with white chocolate chips and pistachios** — and I’m making homemade pizza for his birthday dinner tonight. Usually, I use a focaccia dough (two cups of bread flour, one cup of water, one teaspoon of salt, one packet of yeast, one tablespoon of olive oil), but the crust always comes out too thick. Good, but thick. So tonight, I’m following The Fanatic Cook’s thin crust pizza recipe. Cross your fingers.
I’ll save more Jake stories for future birthdays, but here’s one for today.
As a toddler, Jake was a perfectionist. If he couldn’t do it right, he wouldn’t do it at all. This drove us crazy because he wouldn’t talk. We knew he could talk. Just knew it. One day, at a Vietnamese restaurant in San Antonio, Karen and I leaned in towards Jacob and pointed at a young Texan couple at a nearby table. “Bubbas, Jake,” we said, keeping our voices low. “Buh-buhs. Buh-buhs.”
“Buh-buh,” Jake said. It was his first word.
“Yes!” we cried. “You did it. Now do it again. Bubba. Buh-buh.”
Nothing. He kept his mouth shut for another year, and then he began talking in full sentences.
Happy Birthday, Jake!
You’re Ten NowNo More Free Ride
You’ll find the classifieds on your bed.D.
**Yes, Beth, I’m tweaking you.
Haul out the shackles;
Put up the rope before my spirit falls.
Fill up the stockade,
We may be rushing things,
But indictments should rain down now.
For we need a little Fitzmas
Right this very minute,
Neocons red blood flow,
Rove’s balls in the light socket.
Yes, we need a little Fitzmas
Right this very minute.
Need a little Fitzmas now!
Tomorrow’s Fitzmas, the Good Lord willing.
D.

Have your internet eyes been raped yet by the sight of Prussian Blue? I think this blogger says it best:
Vanaf hun negende vermaken deze twee evil-Olson-twins onder de naam Prussian Blue, allerhande zieke amerikanen met hun nazi-propaganda.
“We’re proud of being white, we want to keep being white,” said Lynx. “We want our people to stay white … we don’t want to just be, you know, a big muddle. We just want to preserve our race.”
Dan liever toch maar die aan anorexia lijdende idioot en haar tweeling zus.
Not sure what that means, but ‘deze twee evil-Olson-twins’ and ‘anorexia idioot’ says it all.
I’m not going to say anything nasty about these two girls. They’re thirteen years old, so I’ll have to save the wicked snark for their VILE DUMB-ASS PARENTS.
The twins are a musical duo, don’t you know, and they’re bringing their message of racial purity to the hungry ears of trailer trash skinheads everywhere. If they come ’round your area, give them a warm welcome, okay?
D.
Have any of you ever been in the thick of it with your spouse when all of a sudden the cat started myowrowling outside the window, and you tried to ignore it, but then your son came tap-tapping at the bedroom door, complaining, “I can’t get to sleep with the cat making that racket!” And after putting on your clothes and getting your son back to bed, you let the cat back in, figuring she needed something to eat, but she only wanted to get back outside again, and then she waited just long enough for you and your spouse to get hot and heavy again before myowrowling a second time, so you let her in and figured, “Oh, to hell with it, let her watch,” even though she wouldn’t stop complaining, but still you managed to get the job done (thinking, This is not what I had in mind when I imagined a threesome), and afterwards put the cat out again, only to have her snap up in her jaws the dead mouse which is what she wanted to show you all along, and then she brought it into your bedroom and proceeded to crunch her way through it on your carpet, because, damn it, she wanted an audience, too?
Not that any of this happened. I’m just asking.
D.