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Sunday, July 18, 2004

I laughed until I puked

And I don't know why. But I do know that Steve is one of the funniest people on the web, even when he's not trying to be, as when he's ripping Joe "What uranium?" Wilson and his sooper-seekrit spy wife to shreds.

Wilson also claimed he got the job on his own merits, with no pimping efforts on the part of his wife.

And we all recall his wife, Valerie Plame. The super-secret CIA spy who dates men a couple of times and then, perhaps on the pivotal night when she first puts her hand down the fronts of their pants, blurts out that she's a secret agent. That's pretty much how Wilson found out, by his own account. Obviously, he and the wife are highly savvy when it comes to handling classified information. The rule goes like this: never give sensitive intel to anyone until his tongue has been in your mouth.

Bob Novak printed Plame's name and said she was a CIA spy, supposedly after learning the information from a Bush administration official. Moonbat journalists put down their hash pipes and ran for their laptops, thinking this was the weapon that would finally get President Gore the payback he was looking for. Gore would be rescued from his teaching post at West Tennessee Barber College, and he would return, like Napoleon from Elba, to take his rightful throne and force us all to drive stupid little cars with electric motors.

Karl Rove was going to be "frog-marched" out of the White House in handcuffs, whatever "frog-marched" means. I think it means prancing frantically in the opposite direction from armed Germans, while soiling yourself and cursing in French.


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