Geez. I mean, I'm almost speech, er, textless. I think maybe one problem is these kids have seen too many movies where "gasoline" is lit and then slowly ambles along the floor or car or whatever. Diluted kerosene or tiki torch fuel is probably what they really use in films, because gaosline is, uh, veddy veddy dangerous! 2nd degree burns, anyone? As a positive outcome, though, the kid probably got a trip to the family doctor eventually and some pain meds. And just think--these kids get to drive cars, have babies, join the military and blow shit up.

Good stuff. I can only take 20 minutes at a time, though, or my head will explode. I'm sitting here taking notes. Yie!!

Just makes you wonder how much more we can learn about the world via slow motion, or how much more we can learn about the world if we just slow down and pay more attention.

That's some funny shit! I like the "Rezko" thrown in at the very last minute.

What a screwed-up invidual O'Reilly is. A bully, plain and simple.

Looks like an Asian version of "Heat," at least the shoot-out part with all of the automatic assault rifles.

Mitt Romney reminds me of the old Thunderbirds puppet show. He looks wooden, and someone is pulling his strings. Why couldn't he admit that Georgia attacked South Ossettia with rockets and artillery in an unprovoked, criminal fashion? That would be simple to do. Just say, "Yeah, we support the Georgians, but they made a mistake and are suffering the consequences."

McCain??? Sheeeeee--him just wants to be scufflin' and fightin' and shidz. Bomb, bomb, bomb, fight, fight, fight--the Johnny McNasty Show!! How about when he says he'll follow bin Laden to the gates of hell, then smiles that wacko smile and laughs that weird old-man laugh. We don't need an angry, crazy old guy for president. Can you imagine him pulling up his pants and tugging at his suspenders and stomping his feet, yelling at all those kids to get off the White House lawn during the Easter Egg hunt?

"Viagra, viagra. Let's see, let's see. That's the, uh, that's the, uh, the . . . the blue one? The blue one, the blue one. What does it do, what does it do? Let's see. Is that the one that controls my temper? Yeah, that one? No? No. Uh, is that the one that helps me pee? Hmmm, getting close! I think--oh, wait: is that the one for my hemorrhoids? No? Hmm, that's a hard one. Via-oh, wait: hard one!! That's it! Aha! The blue pill that makes Mr. Stiffy do his dance!! But, wait: I can't admit that I need help getting my Maverick to go Mach 1. Hmmm, stall, stall, stall . . ."

Trusting the staff of McCain that he didn't get any answers. Yeah, right.

I laughs and laughs and laughs. She must buy big baby at Free Market Store!!

If you've been practicing your superior wit, Bill, I'm suing you for malpractice.

But if you read McCain's response to this, you'd think the opposite. He said something to the effect that the guys who are really fighting the war are too busy to make political contributions. The message: Obama is getting money from those motor pool and cafeteria guys. McCain is a snide, petulant, mean-spirited little man.

Anything wants to be eating babies--that's a movie for me.

I've always wondered about that Lee quotation. I mean, isn't war by definition "terrible"? If nothing bad happens--no death, no destruction, no privation--would it be a war? So, if it wasn't terrible it wouldn't be war. So . . . is he saying that if it were only mildly bad, you know, just people getting slightly wounded in a leisurely fashion, then it would be okay? I mean, does his comment really make any sense at all?