Monday, March 07, 2005

DCeptette: Some cities version.

  1. Oh, this is going to be fun. The Season of the Mayoral Election is nigh! Tony Williams: will he run again? If so, will he figure out a way to get on the ballot? Linda Cropp: she angered grassroot Democratic organizations when she stood up for her consituents to keep them from being fleeced. Will it cost her? Adrian Fenty: from Day One he's been grooming himself to be mayor--that must make him an amibitious bastard-head, right, City Paper? Michael Brown--up to his gills in scandal and debt, is he the new Marion Barry? Or is the old Marion Barry the new Marion Barry? And if so, who's the old Marion Barry? Jack Evans--who is he, again? That eerie keening sound you hear in the distance are Mark Plotkin's nipples, beginning to harden. (Examiner)
  2. John Bolton is tapped to be the next Ambassador to the UN, despite havign once proclaimed: "If the UN secretary building in New York lost ten stories, it wouldn't make a bit of difference." Hey, I'm just glad we've found someone at last who I can call a "little Eichmann" and be more or less correct! (Wonkette)
  3. Bluestate: coming to you live from inside a glass case of sexiness. (Bluestate will give someone some Doves.)
  4. Hey. We warned you. Marshmallows in a martini? Don't know how long happy hour lasts at Cloud, but if that libation is any suggestion, amateur hour goes on in perpetuity. (Craigslist)
  5. So, we're going to avoid the obvious joke involving the clergy, slots, addiction, handles that get yanked, and stuff that shoots out when you win. Here's a case FOR slots: ever been on 95 north of Baltimore? At least a collection of massive casino complexes would give me something to look at in that zone of otherworldly despair. (Post)

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