Actually, I'll lead with it.

Drop in for Tara Reid's  exposed breast. Stick around for political discourse.

That's Hategun. Not to be confused with Lovegun. No...wait...I actually meant the Kiss album. I swear. This blog needs to cut down on the NSFW.

Although, at least Ashcroft won't be bothering me anymore. But before we go celebrating uncovering those revealing, sinful statues in D.C., let's be sure it's not a case of the "The Devil You Know...".

I figured you know the rest of that one, I don't exctly remember. But I do know it's appropriate, and doesn't break any decency laws.

Who will it be? Alberto Gonzales? Officer Barbrady? Mr. Garrison? Chef? Jimbo? the 1989 Denver Broncos?

You know...Barbrady would probably slip into the Bush cabinet as Attorney General just as easy as Tara Reid's breast slipped out of that dress. (see above) Jimbo could take over as Secretary of Defense. And I'm sure Bush could find a position for Garrison, who would support the president's stance against gay marriage.

Yeah the election's over. But can you  ever have too much Triumph? And this Jon Stewart clip from Crossfire is pretty entertaining as well.

...everywhere else on the planet, but the United States. Small problem, though. Only the U.S. vote counts, and maybe Guam, not sure what happened there. But no one's waiting for their absentee ballots. But Kerry's not disputing their 1/16th of an electoral vote either.

Like Hunter S. Thompson said, "Four more years of George Bush will be like four more years of syphilis."

Looks like we got the disease, and none of the fun associated with it.