John Cox, the most excellent artist and political cartoonist (formerly the “Cox” half of “Cox and Forkum”) and genuine good guy (I met him in Helen last year) is holding an unusual auction. The winner gets dinner with John, choice of an original art work, an art lesson and an original color caricature of your bad self.

Bidding is open to men and women.

Check it out.

“Fuck it Dude, let’s go bowling.”**

Recently Chelsea Clinton, in the course of responding to a question involving Monica Lewinsky, which was posed by an undergraduate, Chelsea noted that she has made speaking appearances (largely question and answer sessions) at approximately 70 college campuses.

I cannot help but wonder if the starry-eyed, college kids who flock to these events to hear Chelsea tout her mother’s socialist agenda, which demonizes corporations and business entities like hedge funds, realize that they are listening to someone who is on leave (paid?) from her job with Avenue Capital, a hedge fund. I wonder if they know that hedge funds (investment funds open to seriously rich investors that makes speculative investments and often huge profits, by avoiding the regulation that applies to regular mutual funds) are perhaps the ultimate embodiment of Capitalism.

John Edwards, another fomenter of class warfare and supposed champion of the little guy, spent his time between failed elections working at a hedge fund.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m a free market capitalist. If Chelsea can grab a gig that pays an estimated 100 – 150K a year and if John Edwards can earn boatloads of money working at a hedge fund, more power to them. I just think it would nice if the kumbaya college kids were aware of the hypocritical bullshit they are being spoon fed.

Kinda busy today, peeps. Besides, if I do find some free time, methinks I shall read. Lately, I’ve been reading quite a bit of stuff about Lincoln’s assassination and its aftermath. I find that it takes my mind away from the political bloodsport of today that is all over the web.

As I said in the title, maybe later, but if not, have a MAHvelous day.

In no particular order, they are as follows:

Algore debate someone who actually knows something about climate change.

Harry Reid in cuffs doing the perp walk.

Edward R. Murrow rise from the dead just long enough to publicly call Keith Olbermann an asshole.

All of John Kerry’s military records.

Katie Couric make an on-air admission that she’s in way over her head and that she’s leaving broadcasting to open a cheerleading camp.

Dennis Miller slap the shit out of Bill Maher.

OJ spend the rest of his life in the slammer.

Bruce Springsteen leave New Jersey and move to Berkeley where he belongs.

Jim McGreevey and Jon Corzine caught on tape foot tapping in adjacent stalls in a Newark Airport men’s room.

Hillary and Nancy Pelosi in a hair pulling, eye scratching, screeching fist fight.

Denny’s operatives got there before PRS’s did. Duck and cover!

Yeah, I’m talking to those of you who have given some thought to attending the upcoming Spring BlogFest a/k/a Jersey Blogmeet on April 5th in Princeton, but who haven’t yet taken the plunge.

I suspect that you’re thinking runs something like the following, to which I will add my commentary, as a veteran of ten blogmeets in five different states:

Jeez, I won’t know anyone there.
It may take you all of three minutes to know a dozen people. Bloggers are an exceedingly friendly bunch. After ten minutes, you’ll find it hard to get a word in edgewise, because bloggers are not only friendly, they are also loquacious blabbermouths.

Princeton? I’ve heard of the school (Yeah, it’s the one that lost the first intercollegiate football game to Rutgers), but getting there is a pain in the ass.
Car – easy. Princeton sits on Route 1. Trains: They run from various places in Jersey and from Philly and New York. Teresa is making the trek from Massachusetts and the Wiseass Jooette will be schlepping in from the New York Shithole Brooklyn. The Triumph Brewery (the site of the festivities) is walking distance from the station.

What if it’s borrrrrring?
Bloggers? Boring? You’ll be surrounded by peeps who love to write and love woids and who are excellent bullshitters story tellers. Boring? No farookin’ way.

What if I think all the people there are jerks?
I suppose that non-bloggers might think that people who spend too much time sitting in front of a computer reading blogs and way too much time writing stuff to shoot out into cyberspace are jerks, but what the hell do they know?

Will they think I’m a jerk?
I suppose that’s possible, if you plan to show up needing a bath and spending a good deal of time picking your nose or ass and farting loudly and often. Come to think of it, I suspect that farting loudly and often might make you the life of the party. “My goodness, did you hear that? He farts like Hemmingway.”

I have nothing to say to these people.
You have nothing to say? You’re a BLOGGER, fer Chrissake.

My sock drawer needs arranging on April 5th.
Sorry ass. Look, I’ll even let you touch my great farookin’ hair. That’s a helluva lot better than arranging socks or some shit.

So, cut the crap and click HERE to sign up already.

I am content light, which provides me with an excellent opportunity to suggest that you watch this video. Get a drink, and get ready to settle in for damned near two hours. Of course, you could watch it in installments, if you prefer.

For those of you of who, for whatever reason, were not politically engaged at the time of Whitewater, the infamous cattle futures and much, much worse Clintonian Crap, this will be an eye-opener. For those of us who were sickened by it all, real time, this will be an excellent refresher.

Partisan? Sure. The folks who produced this video clearly were not fans of the Clintons. A bit heavy on the conspiracy angle? Maybe. But, there are plenty of hard facts in the piece, from which you can draw your own conclusions.

One conclusion is, however, inescapable. These are bad peeps.

h/t to Braden’s Corner of the Net

Yes, longtime (rongtime) reader (leader) and commenter (with a direct line to Kim Jong Il), JihadGene has fired up his vely own Brog.

What you wait for, GI? Go lead now.

I have seen variations on this theme before, but it is something that should be kept in mind the next time you hear some politician bleating about “tax cuts for the rich.”