I am shocked –SHOCKED, I say — that a network television show that manufactures pop music stars could be accused of ANY malfeasance.
EVER.
Pshaw!!!

Update!
Video of the sorry affair.

That was painful to watch, and I blame neither candidate for it, really, the Republican OR the Democrat.
The less people see of that performance by ABC News, the better.

I caught this story live Monday morning during WGN’s warmup to the Chicago Cubs’ opening day.

Seriously, when you make Dutchie Caray angry, that’s like making your own grandmother upset. Way to go, AT&T!

To those not in the Chicago area, this was the best I could find, but here’s what Dutchie’s so peeved about…

Chelsea Clinton again blew a chance to respond to a question that would make her mother seem like a stronger candidate. Once again, she was confronted with a question about her mother’s public handling of the Lewinsky affair, and once again, she muffed it.

There was an opportunity here for the Clinton campaign to be forthcoming. There was an opprotunity here to attack that lingering issue head-on.

Let me make one thing clear: I don’t think that a president’s sex life is our business. I don’t care. I honestly, 100% don’t give a shit. I’m less worried about where the president spends his night than whether or not he’ll put down a children’s book and take care of business.

The original question turned not on how Hillary felt, but on how the situation made her look weak by her lack of response. This is a sensible question. He didn’t ask if Hillary cried, he didn’t ask how long Bill slept on the couch, and he didn’t ask if Monica did something Hillary wouldn’t do. He asked about the public reaction to an issue that the whole country discussed for over a year.

Chelsea could have said, “I think that my mother has proven herself often enough since then.”

She could have said, “My mother left that behind and became a U.S. Senator. I’d say she handled it fine.”

She could have said, “I fail to understand the substance of the question, because my mother is one of the final two Democratic candidates for the highest office in the land.”

Instead, she fell back on “None of your business.” Not once, but twice.

So much for trying to restore honesty and transparency to the White House.

One More Thing: Before I get the usual garbage from both sides, my political take this time around is pretty even: all of our choices kinda suck.

If you listen carefully, there’s a little bonus music for fans of In Through the Out Door.

All thanks to Mr. Browfield for recently talking up the tattoo work I’ve had done.  It’s been a labor of love in more ways that one over the last 4-5 years, and I’m happy to say it’s truly complete now. 

Whereas this was how it was 6 months ago…

Now it’s truly come to life.  A little breakdown of the characters and details??  Going left to right…

The first character, the one in green was the first original piece Patrick Cornolo did for me back in 2003. I had the idea to have him design a punk version of Green Fury.
Underneath that is a passage from Bob Seger’s “Fire Lake”, a tribute to my late father, and the song I danced with my mom to when I got married in September of 2007.

Next is Firestar from Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends a cartoon staple of mine in the early Eighties.
Then there’s a couple of head shots, one of the original Firestorm and his contemporary counterpart. Below them is a shot of the New Teen Titans original über-babe, Starfire.

Underneath that’s a free liger that Mr. Cornolo did for me for free, but that’s got nothin’ to do with this. Heh.

Right above said liger is where we start to get to the newest stuff, as of March 10th…
I had Patrick add a little tribute to an old friend of mine who, sadly, recently passed away — I got his old jersey number 20.
As you work your way up, there’s a shot of Firehawk, Firestorm’s better half. Right above that, I had Patrick work something else into the flames: my beloved Denver Broncos’ team logo.

Running up the back of my leg, when I got this custom design of the Human Torch from the Fantastic Four, I added the 13 at the bottom as a tribute to my wife’s father who had just passed away around the time of that session. It was always his magic number.
And placed squarely on my calf is one of my favorite individual pieces, Patrick’s Rydenesque take on Wildfire of the Legion of Super-Heroes.
It’s funny how much I dig that one in particular, because I got the worst skin irritation from that one during the healing process that I had to see the doctor for cellulitis. Ouch!!!
But once it got rehabbed it looked pretty stellar and still does.

1) I know my credit score. And I’m excited about it.

2) I can explain the basics of buying and owning a home, including things like “homestead exemptions”.

3) I have twice as many children as my parents did.

4) My youngest son not only walks, but can identify Hulk and Spider-Man. (Note: I did not train him for this; I discovered it today when both boys were playing with their Marvel MegaBloks. Connor asked Kyle to hand him the Hulk, and Kyle looked around, picked Hulk up, and handed him over.)

5) I own T-shirts that are considered “vintage”, though I remember when I bought them new.

6) The dorm that I lived in during most of my college days has now been retrofitted for air-conditioning. (Weak little bastards.)

7) We’ve been doing Best Shots @ Newsarama for over THREE YEARS.

8) I’ll be 35 on my next birthday . . .

9) Which is STILL nine years younger than Scott Licina. ZING.

10) On June 29, 2008, SHOTGUNREVIEWS.COM will have been online for NINE YEARS.

Wait a minute! Does that mean that I’m making an unofficial announcement that June 29, 2008 will begin the “Counting to Ten” anniversary promotion? I couldn’t possibly.

You can keep all the fluff and nonsense that comes from the Grammys.

I’ll take the über-HAWT Cat Power any day of the week over that assortment.

Mike Huckabee wants you to know that all the votes should be counted! He doesn’t want the United States to be like the Soviet Union!

That would be awesome . . . if Huckabee hadn’t insisted on Gore dropping recount efforts in 2000.

Today’s internet lesson, kids: Once this shit goes up, it stays around FOREVER.

So Lipstick Jungle debuts tonight, making it the second Sex and the City knock-off to appear is this strike-addled season. To be fair, Jungle is at least a knock-off by Sex creator Candace Bushnell (who appears to support the Joe Bob Briggs axiom that if you’re going to remake a movie, then remake the movie).

On the surface, the greatest difference between the programs would be that one has four women and one has three women. Jungle has played up the sex factor in their advertising; seriously, Kim Raver’s been on Third Watch, The Nine, and 24 and I don’t recall that I’ve ever seen as much of her breasts as I do in the picture above. Also, if you consider the way that the women are draped on each other, they’re clearly shooting for a male audience on the subliminal “chicks with chicks” level. Mafia, for its part, comes off in commercials as cold and stuffy. Or maybe that’s just Lucy Liu.

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With Knight’s sudden departure from Texas Tech, it made me wax nostalgic. Not for his tantrums or diminishing returns, but for the times in the past that I’ve talked about this extremely talented, but extremely emotionally undisciplined, sports legend.

Here’s two.

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Barb just gave me this:

Ann Coulter just said that she would campaign for Hillary Clinton if John McCain becomes the Republican Nominee. It’s right there in the video.

My head is exploding. In fact, I probably look like Toht from Raiders of the Lost Ark as we speak.

Maybe this is all some diabolical plan to completely screw up the Clinton campaign.

Then again, maybe no matter how it goes, we’re still screwed.

A U.S. spy satellite will be falling out of orbit soon. It may contain hazardous materials.

Does that sound vaguely familiar to anybody?

In the interest of public safety, I now post this oversized document.

As part of her community service, Lindsay Lohan
will have to work in a morgue.

QUICKLY now! A prize to the first person who returns with an original high-quality YouTube mash-up that places Lindsay in an episode of CSI: Miami with David “I can’t stop taking my fucking sunglasses off!” Caruso.

The headline of their third most read story at present?

Spider-Man Splits with Mary Jane, Wife of 20 Years

Talk about burying the lead. They kind of missed the boat on what pissed off fans about “One More Day”, and reacted like “Oh well, they broke up.” When I first clicked the headline, I totally thought that they would have been running something like …

Spider-Man Implicated in Marriage-for-Health Scheme

or

Spider-Man: Hero, Menace, or Devil Deal-Maker?

or

Liberal Vigilante Dumps Soap Opera Trollop for Old Woman

or

Spidey and Mary Jane: How It’s Hillary’s Fault