In answer to the great questions
While Drinking answers what drinks goes with what occasion. Perhaps he
and Wonkette should become correspondents.
Just because we've rediscovered our taste for gin (still picking
out a favorite though Bombay Sapphire seems to be in the lead), it
doesn't mean we've turned our back on bourbon -- the bottle I'd
rather have in front of me. Maker's Mark is the default choice --
yummy and widely available, though Jack Daniels Jim Beam* will do
in a pinch. If we're at one of those places where the waiter asks
if you want "water or tap water," we don't mind putting our nose in
the air and asking for Basil Hayden or -- hard to find but worth it
-- Van Winkle.
And it's true, the only problem with being a bourbon drinker is
that people tend to make all kinds of assumptions about you, though
being a Republican isn't the one they write about on the bathroom
wall.
Posted by James Wigderson at 1/08/2005 05:45:00 PM | Links to this
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I hab a code
It's the kind that sends a burning sensation to the sinus cavity,
followed by a sinus headache, a sore throat, itchy ear, stuffed up
nose, and fatigue. Yesterday the collapse came after fighting a
gallant rearguard action since Christmas. No doubt it was exacerbated
by a lack of rest and snow blowing with a cranky snow blower. The snow
blower and I sound very similar lately, and that's not good for either
one of us.
Tonight I anticipate night sweats and restlessness. But I'll attribute
that to not being able to get over the results of last week's Project
Runway. That psycho witch Nora should have been given the boot.
When a pattern piece goes missing, Nora gets upset, gets angry with
Kevin, accuses everyone of stealing it, and then gets into an
argument with Kara, who calls her on it. More tears follow.
I'll miss Vanessa.
I understand there's a football game on. Please excuse me while I go
recover my manhood.
Posted by James Wigderson at 1/08/2005 05:33:00 PM | Links to this
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Amber not so pretty
My wife asked me why I react with such scorn everytime Amber Frey is
mentioned. Like when she says, "Shhh. Amber Frey is on Oprah." And
because I was ill with a cold and a helpless baby, I was tortured long
and hard with the overexposed *** Amber. Amber's week wasn't just
limited to Oprah. We got to watch the Today Show, Dateline, and Sean
Hannity. She's even getting a CBS TV movie. All because she's...
Amber.
I know I'm being too hard. After all, if she didn't testify, Scott
Peterson might be out boating on the harbor with another dead body in
the boat. Instead, California gets to execute Scott in, oh, twenty
years. And let's face it, according to every movie I've seen in a
similar genre, Amber should have been the next victim. "You see
Amber," he said in a menacing tone, "You're the only one who can
supply the police with a motive."
But really, do we need to know more about her than a figure skater
after an NBC Olympics broadcast profile? And when I say overexposed,
as the NY Post put it, "...the obligatory shots of Amber uncrossing
her legs in all their limber glory are well represented in this book."
Gee, how wonderful.
A girl's gotta eat, and a girl's gotta pay her legal bills (Gloria
Allred ain't cheap). So it was inevitable I s'pose.
But I gotta ask one question, couldn't they have found a better title
than "WITNESS: For the Prosecution of Scott Peterson"? After all,
she's not (nor is her ghostwriter) Whittaker Chambers.
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Posted by James Wigderson at 1/08/2005 04:54:00 PM | Links to this
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Payola
First Michael McGee, now Armstrong Williams. Let's deal with the
second case first. Why is the federal government spending this kind of
money at all? This clearly crosses the line into propaganda. And if it
doesn't fit the definition of payola then payola doesn't mean
anything. Armstrong Williams is about to pay a heavy price for this,
but someone at the government should pay for this, too.
Michael McGee, on the other hand, is going down a different road: no
apology.
From the Journal Sentinel December 20th:
Also Monday, Ald. Michael McGee and about 30 protesters rallied
outside the studios of radio station WNOV-AM (820) to demand that
his father's Word Warriors show be reinstated.
Station owner Jerrel Jones this month suspended McGee's father,
Mike McGee, the talk show host and former alderman, for his use of
the F-word in castigating lawmakers for criticizing OIC.
Jones said McGee's suspension would continue despite the protest.
OIC improperly sent W-2 money to both the station and McGee to
sponsor radio shows, a state audit says. Jones and McGee also have
served on the boards of directors of two OIC affiliates.
And then from December 29th:
Claiming racial bias and overzealous prosecution, Milwaukee Ald.
Michael McGee has filed a complaint against U.S. Attorney Steven M.
Biskupic with the Justice Department in Washington, D.C.
The letter, released Wednesday to the Journal Sentinel, cites the
ongoing investigation into the Opportunities Industrialization
Center of Greater Milwaukee, which has resulted in charges against
two of the agency's subsidiaries; the conviction of its former
head, Carl Gee; and a guilty plea from former state Sen. Gary
George (D-Milwaukee).
And
The elder McGee, who was suspended this month by station owner
Jerrel Jones for using the F-word to refer to state lawmakers,
recently returned to the air. He is seeking contributions from
listeners to keep the show on the air.
When I hear things like this, I always wonder, at what point does a
sense of shame enter this? A sense of personal responsibility?
Armstrong Williams seems to have found his, the McGee family chooses
to blame everyone else instead. The irony is, in the long term,
Armstrong Williams will probably pay a heavier price.
BTW, obscure reference time, when you read about McGee, OIC, Jerrel
Jones, Lee Holloway, remember what Ed Rollins said about "walking
around money." If the public was uncomfortable when Rollins said it,
we should be outraged when politicians in the central city of
Milwaukee live it.
Posted by James Wigderson at 1/08/2005 03:54:00 PM | Links to this
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Someone buy this guy multiple deer licenses
Could use him in Wisconsin when he gets back:
Sgt. Herbert B. Hancock, chief scout sniper, sniper platoon, 1st
Battalion, 23rd Marine Regiment, is credited with the longest
confirmed kill in Iraq, hitting enemy terrorists from 1,050 yards
in Fallujah Nov. 11, 2004. Hancock, a 35-year-old activated
reservist and police officer from Bryan, Texas, has been a Marine
Corps sniper since 1992.
Save a car today. Buy this guy a ticket to Wisconsin.
Posted by James Wigderson at 1/08/2005 03:37:00 PM | Links to this
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More fodder for Gorman fans
I guess Rick Manning was popular in some ways:
One obstacle to shagging your teammate's wife is that you're
usually on the road when he is. Indians outfielder Rick Manning
cleared that barrier by cracking a vertebra in his back and staying
in Cleveland while he mended. According to Terry Pluto's The Curse
of Rocky Colavito, Manning convalesced with his teammate Dennis
Eckersley's wife, Denise, while the Indians were on the road. Upon
his election to the Hall of Fame this year, Eckersley told the San
Francisco Chronicle that he was "devastated, really emotional"
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