Why I love Wes Clark
A man with a plan for Iraq--now that's hot.
The best part of politics: because they're all screwing us anyway.
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The new study by US psychologists found that people shown erotic or gory images frequently fail to process images they see immediately afterwards. And the researchers say some personality types appear to be affected more than others by the phenomenon, known as “emotion-induced blindness”.
Turkmenistan's authoritarian leader on Sunday congratulated citizens of the ex-Soviet republic on the Turkmen Melon Day he established to honor the favorite fruit of the sun-drenched Central Asian nation.
The nation currently grows 500 varieties of melon, including the Czar Melon, grown to honor President Saparmurat Niyazov, and the Golden Age, meant to symbolize prosperity under the president, the Agriculture Ministry said.
"Let the life of every Turkmen be as beautiful as our melons," Niyazov said in a statement.
Now that's a motto I think most Americans could live with.
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It turns out Mr. 100% White Conservative Nominee has a not-so-conservative history:
WASHINGTON, Aug. 4 - Judge John G. Roberts Jr., the Supreme Court nominee, gave advice to advocates for gay rights a decade ago, helping them win a landmark 1996 ruling protecting gay men and lesbians from state-sanctioned discrimination.
Q. Knock, knock.
A. Who's there?
Q. Ivory-billed woodpecker.
A. Ivory-billed - what? No way. You're extinct. Some folks from Cornell said they had found you in Arkansas, but all they had to prove it was their own choked-up testimonials and some shaky video footage. Four seconds of a blurry bird on a tupelo tree - and wait, was that Bigfoot in the background? Maybe that's how they do ornithology at some schools, but a few experts - like Richard Prum of Yale and Mark Robbins of the University of Kansas - found the report highly dubious. You're a product of wishful thinking. A mirage. Or if you do exist, you're not ivory-billed at all. You're pileated.
Q. Well, pileate this, you jerk. Hear that double knock? And that distinct nasal "kent" call? Kent! Kent! It's me, the most glorious, mysterious, yearned-for bird in North America, back from the grave, living happily in the White River National Wildlife Refuge. You doubters all went public and then, blam: they pulled out the audiotape. Listen.
A. Wow. You're right. It's indisputable.
Q. Now don't you feel embarrassed.
A. Not really. Skepticism is how science works. Anyone who claimed to have found you should have expected to be run through an evidentiary wringer. And so they were. Anyway - glad to have you back. Hope it's for good.
Q. Glad to be back. Knock on wood.


I wouldn't be surprised--despite the icky shade of green, they look a lot more fun than your average Republican.