I kinda thought when the stories came out about Gonzo doing such a shitty job prepping for yesterday’s testimony, it was just one of those “lowering expectation” games. Obviously not. He may be a consummate suck-up, but he sure as hell isn’t any good at thinking on his feet (or on his ass). They obviously told him, “look, just fucking say you don’t recall.” He got that one down, at least. It’ll be interesting to see if the petulant little boy king cuts him loose or not. Big Al would probably be happy to just go home and spend more time with his family at this point, but I don’t think dubya and his boy Rove can afford an honest person in that position – and there’s no more rubber stamp for Senate confirmation anymore.

Otherwise, I need everyone to concentrate and send their energy my way into my winning the lottery (preferably the mega millions tonight, but I’m willing to settle for the NYS lotto drawing tomorrow) so that I can drop out of school. Some would say it would be a shame to get this close and drop out, but I say “balderdash,” and that there’s no better time than right now. I promise to do good things with my winnings, like launching a true progressive radio station that won’t put on some libertarian schmuck in the pursuit of “ratings,” and of course building an earth sheltered home on several hundred acres of land where seditionists are free to hang out. I’ll also buy up all of the melamine in the world, and personally shove it down the throats of the people who decided to add it to pet food.

So, does big Al finally get to go to Congress and straighten everything out today? I certainly hope so, though I really won’t be able to (or at least shouldn’t) pay attention, since I have way too much shit to do. Sounds like Harry Reid has taken about all the crap he intends to take from our petulant little boy king, too. Well, good for you Harry. Even if I don’t always like where he stands on some things, he at least seems to have a bit of a spine. The liberal media is gonna crucify him, so let’s hope we the people stand up and support him.

Don’t have much to say, as my brain appears to be totally empty. I mean, even more empty than usual. I think it’s because I haven’t had Sam Seder to listen to in the morning. It’s making me stupid(er). Quick, somebody write something cool and interesting.

Oh, and Mark Green sucks.

This is a special dedication request, from George to Condi. xoxoxxx

Gonzo goes to hides from Congress today. Should be enlightening.

I expect to get a lot done today, particularly between the hours of nine and noon, Eastern Time. Unless they actually put somebody interesting on as a guest host. Maybe they’ll just have the Turds do six hours. Well, I suppose I should go look out the window and see if we really got all that snow they were threatening us with. If we really got a foot of wet, heavy snow last night, I’l have to wake up da wife and get her crackin’ with the shovel.

Here goes, another edition of the talking heads. How they manage to be heard with their heads so far up their asses is beyond me. But anyways….

On Press the Meat, Timmy Potatohead hosts Retired Gen. Anthony Zinni (on to say “I told you so,”) and then it’s a roundtable on (among other things) Don Imus, with the nappy-headed ho from the NY Times, David Brooks, Gwen “The Cleaning Lady” Ifill, WSJ and CNBC stooge, John Harwood, and Eugene Robinson from the WaPost.

Over at CBS, Bush Buddy Bobby Schieffer hosts the Sultan of Snarl himself, Darth Cheney. Hey, Dick, go fuck yourself. This promises to be one vewy, vewy, scary half hour, indeed.

On Fux News Sunday, weaselface Wallace hosts Senator Carl Levin and that snivelling little bitch from South Carolina, Lil’ Lindsey Graham. Plus, Al Sharpton takes a victory lap on the corpse of Don Imus. Time to start working on the rest of these racist, homophobic, evil pieces of shit, Al.

At the Goebells network, George Snufalufagus hosts Bill Richardson (who is the only presidential candidate that doesn’t look like the Keebler^® Elf who’s called for a complete withdrawal of all US forces from Iraq), PA Republican Arlen “all hat, no cattle” Specter, and, um, Rich Little? Damn, I guess he’s ready for a comeback tour. Then at the roundtable, it’s little Robbie Reich, former pentagon spokesbitch and Mary Matalin BFF, Torie Clarke, political genius Donna Brazile, and Bill Buckley wannabe, George :jerk: Will.

Wolf Blitzer serves up a Late Emission which includes Jim Webb, the evil of two lessers in Arizona, Jon “Krazy” Kyl, Former NO Mayor, Marc Morial, Amy Holmes (who used to score cats for Bill Frist), Marian Wright Edelman, president of the Children’s Defense Fund, the Prince of Darkness, Richard Perle, John “husband of the hag” Roberts, and Ted’s little girl, Andrea Koppel.

Later, on 60 Minutes, Lesley Stahl asks the Duke Lacrosse players if being exonerated is better than being indicted, plus she’ll talk to North Carolina Attorney General Roy A. Cooper. Then, Mike “father of weaselface” Wallace profiled Don Imus a decade ago. Was he just as big an asshole then as he is now? Tune in to see. Plus, Bob Simon goes to a prison where inmates serving long sentences are getting a college education courtesy of Bard College.

I think I may skip the boobleheads this week (for a change), and get to work doing my taxes. Sure, they’re not due to until Tuesday, but I’m not one to put things off. Enjoy your Sunday.

Oh, by the way, looks like some interesting weather headed up and down the east coast, so everybody stay safe. And if we’re all out of commission, you folks in the rest of the world will just have to pick up the slack. And somebody go find Fred, will ya?

I know it’s way too early yet, but could it possibly be Hillary vs. Rudy in ’08? That’s rather distasteful. And, while I am not exactly a Hillary fan, if there’s anybody out there who’s going to try to tell me that we need to vote for, well, you know who (I hate to use the “N” word) out of principle, well, sorry. NFW can Saint Rudy be allowed to become preznit. He was bad enough when he was contained down there in NYC (what the fuck were you people thinking, anyway? Y’all think we’re a buncha rubes up here in the Great White North, but we’ve never had anyone as despicable as that as our mayor. Not in my lifetime, anyway.

Oh, by the way. Mark Green? You suck. To quote Bobby Kennedy Jr., “I don’t know what the hell he was thinking.”

So, here we go again. The death of a show, loss of a friend (Sundays notwithstanding), and the end of an era (again). I don’t know about you guys, but this feels very different to me than the end of MS. It’s less painful, but more sad. I’ve really given up on Air America – that it will ever be what it was, let alone what it had the potential to be – this time. I’ll miss Sam’s show, and I hope he turns up on NovaM or someplace else, but as far as AAR is concerned, I really don’t care what happens to them anymore. That’s why it’s kinda sad. Not that it’s over, but that I just don’t care. Best of luck to Sam and his family, and if there are any Seder fans out there looking for a place to hang out, you’re always welcome here.

I’m still somewhat comatose from having to sit through class last night, so I can’t think of much to say. The shame of it is, it’s my favorite class this semester – and the only one where I feel like I’m learning anything. I need to buy some parts and build a computer; like Andy said yesterday, it calms me down, too. Anybody out there need a new computer?

It is with heavy heart that I must announce that, apparently, I am not the father of Anna Nicole Smith’s baby. This friggin’ Dickhead Birkhead guy sure looks like he thinks he won the lottery, doesn’t he. I guess it’s just all that joy of fatherhood coming through. And he said he was heading “to the toy store.” Presumably that’s the Nassau Porsche dealership. Well, it’s nice to know somebody’s making out in all of this.

If you’re interested, here’s a few minutes from Malloy on Monday night (mp3, about 9 minutes, 1.5 MB), talking about Sam, AAR, and the Green boys.