(Yes, I know Doc Savage and Michael Savage aren’t really related, but I can’t shake the appealing mental image of Doc Savage punching Mike Savage in the face over and over.)

Speaking of relations, is Selwyn in any way related to that other Duke?

That would be MySpace Trick #4,545: it makes you look intellectual and hides a double chin!

Though it’s disgusting to see the bastard seed of a hero like Doc Savage, the Man of Bronze defended by what appears to be an undercooked bratwurst suffering from an overabundance of White Male Privelege.

And anyway, Doc’s no whitey. He’s bronzed by the heat of “a thousand tropical suns!”

(Yes, I know Doc Savage and Michael Savage aren’t really related, but I can’t shake the appealing mental image of Doc Savage punching Mike Savage in the face over and over.)

What Hillary Problem? February, 1992.

Could only find a thumbnail. The link took me to gay porn.

True story: I used to travel to DC frequently for work, and had that issue in my carry-on bag. When I got to the USAir terminal at Logan airport, there were state troopers all over the place, and I couldn’t get into the USAir lounge to hang out before my flight – though none of the cops would tell me why.

Finally, Hillary and Tipper walk through the boarding area to get on my flight. They had come to Boston as part of Hillary’s health care thing (Tipper’s special interest was mental health coverage).

They smiled and chatted and shook hands and even signed a few autographs as they made their way through the crowd. If only I had had the presence of mind to ask Hillary to sign that issue (I even had a Sharpie in my bag).

Would she have done it? And what would an autographed copy of that cover be worth today?

Luck is where preparation and opportunity meet. I just wasn’t fully prepared.

For anyone who’s not familiar with Dan Savage or Savage Love (syndicated in about a quintillion newspapers), check out what he had to say about Rick Santorum. But go carefully if you’re easily offended!

Much more likely in this case…

mikey

P.S. I tried to find that cover of Spy Magazine with the dominatrix Hillary online, but I couldn’t. A shame, I used to own a copy of that very issue.

Chivalrous men resist the image, but it’s a problem that has become so pervasive that we must summon up the courage to face it — an epidemic of women who pummel their husbands and boyfriends.

A recent survey by the Centers for Disease Control found that among physically aggressive couples, 71% of the instigators in nonreciprocal partner violence were female. And last year Renee McDonald of Baylor University published a study in the Journal of Family Psychology with almost identical results.

Beat that, Grabar.

Ah, so the Savage Weiner is George Costanza’s Uncle Leo!

Uncle Leo: Look at this, I told them medium rare, it’s medium.

Uncle Leo: They don’t just overcook a hamburger, Jerry.

Y’know how every now and then you discover a common concept, one you’ve known for decades and can recognize at a glance, one that is part of the very fabric of your soul, a concept that helps you understand how the day might play out, a rock to hold on to while the turbulent waters of your pitiful existence tug a and pull you under, but you never knew it’s name, indeed, were mercilessly unaware it HAD a name?

Yeah. It’s like that…

mikey

I once opened one of his books. In it, he was complaining how restaurants not serving this particular dish the way he wanted it was the result of liberalism. I can’t remember the dish, but it wasn’t even a health reason that kept them from doing it that way. It’s like complaining that restaurants always serve gazpacho soup cold. Damn nanny state!

yeah, but what are his credentials besides being another odious, whiney supporter of the Bush government.

It’s not the size of the ship, it’s the motion of the ocean. Or puddle, as the case may be.