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You want to know how wrong that is? I was actively recruited by Harvard. Oh, they weren’t tearing down the house to get at me or anything, but I had high scores and grades in a good high school, and I was obviously batshit crazy. They told me Harvard put a premium on eccentricity.

I was way too lazy for the ivies, though. I believe the only art program they offered was art history, which required fluency in two languages, IIRC.

Oh, and as a 21st Century index of status — I read Buckley’s Wikipedia entry this morning, and nobody’s bothered to add this dust-up to it.

I had the misfortune a couple of months ago of attending a Cambridge dinner party. One guy there actually, in a completely serial and unironic way, described his Prius as “sexy”. So that’s pretty much where a Harvard education gets you.

Oh, and Obama IS a pretend lefty. He’s pretending to be a lefty rather than the communist he actually is.

Two languages? You could have managed that… English and rubbish 🙂

Umm… shall I move into the greenhouse now?

I thought you were already there. You’re not getting badger fluff on my furniture, are you?

Somehow, Farmer Joe, your Cambridge dinner party guy reminds me of that South Park episode Smug Alert.

I’m amazed the filter didn’t prevent me going to South Park Studios, by the way. I wonder if it would let me watch the episode? They have a graphic of Stan in the upper right corner that says, “IE6? Dude, weak.”

Hey, I don’t control the software around here.

He looks like a giant leprechaun. By which I mean an unusually tall one, with the same penchant for stupid hats and painfully contrived expressions of wry mischief.

Or perhaps that’s actually an expression of keen and delighted interest, which I’ve seen on my dogs’ faces so often in the kitchen that I simply misapprehend it as mindless hope that some crumbs (or perhaps whole bits of chicken!) will fall or be deliberately dropped from master’s table if they’re cute enough.

Which, come to think of it, is exactly what it is.

Somehow, Farmer Joe, your Cambridge dinner party guy reminds me of that South Park episode Smug Alert.

It was very much like that. “Good for yeeeew!”

Hmmmm.

What I thought was extremely amusing was his repeated references to the fact his father founded the National Review.

It’s literally like a schoolyard ploy.

“Oh yeah!? Well the National Review, founded by my father …”

Hilarious.

Yeah, and he just left National Review. I’m sure they are happy about that seeing as how the supposed conservative magazine would have taken a hit if he remained. From what I understand, they don’t make much profit as it is, if any.

Guess the fool thinks that it is Ivy Leaguers is what makes the world go round.

Yeah, I never quite understood their business model, PnB. They hold those fundraising cruises periodically, for example. Don’t other magazines manage to pay their way by…selling magazines?

Not so much. It’s mostly advertising that does it.

So they don’t take advertising in the print version? They do on the web version.

Got one right here. They have Exelon 20/20 – some company about low carbon emissions, Divided We Fail, Astra Zeneca, Energy Tomorrow, Hoover Institution, Truepat.org, Rosetta Stone, Mobal, Clare Booth Luce, Bose, Teach12, jitterbug, GovMint.com, Stauer, CATO….and that is from the first half of the magazine. Just a couple in the second half.

The first generation is marked by growth. The second by entrenchment. The third by decline.

Good thing, he and Ron Jr. are so gay. There won’t be a third generation.

I can hear the theme song now. “If you’re not supporting Obama, you’re really not that intelligent.”

I swear that picture reminds me of that movie “Caddyshack.” He reminds me of the character, the Judge. “Top notch, top notch!”

Dawn, from wiki on Chris McSnoot Buckley –

He is married to Lucy Gregg Buckley with whom he had 2 children. He also fathered an out-of-wedlock child with Irina Woelfle, a former Random House publicist. Buckley agreed to pay $3,000 a month in child support but has reportedly declined the option to have contact with the child. Woelfle filed a lawsuit in April after the death of Buckley’s father requesting more money. William Buckley, Jr. left money to his son and his legitimate grandchildren. Buckley stated, however, “Since the matter involves a legal case, I am enjoined, despite fingers that truly itch to fire back — oh, how they itch — from climbing into this mud pit…Meanwhile, don’t believe everything you read, even in exemplars of journalism

I will remind everyone of my earlier diatribe about George Bush and blowing out my ‘brans’…the same applies here.

In spades.

That pic just screams latent homosexual. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Re: Obama. I have more conservatism in my smallest fart than Obama has in his entire body. (thanks due to Walter Matthau for that line, more or less)

Fingers that itch to fire back – oh how they itch.
What a jerk.
He should pay for the child’s therapy at the very least.

don’t believe everything you read, even in exemplars of journalism
Closet case?

my smallest fart
ha!

That finger itch is probably herpes. He really looks like a nebula boy to me. That photo reminded me of Ian Fleming – and we all know what a booty-bugger he was, offspring notwithstanding.

That picture just screams, “Hi, sailor!”

Chris Buckley probably googles his own name daily (NPD). Let’s make him feel welcome.

His prose is all like that.

I am-—drum roll, please, cue trumpets—-making this announcement in the cyberpages of The Daily Beast (what joy to be writing for a publication so named!) rather than in the pages of National Review, where I write the back-page column. For a reason: My colleague, the superb and very dishy Kathleen Parker, recently wrote in National Review Online a column stating what John Cleese as Basil Fawlty would call “the bleeding obvious”: namely, that Sarah Palin is an embarrassment, and a dangerous one at that.

Cue trumpets? Superb and very dishy? A publication so named? He reads like the too-clever-by-half Sophomore he undoubtedly once was. I don’t know; maybe he’s good at plots. Because his prose is teh sux.

As for Kathleen, she has to date received 12,000 (quite literally) foam-at-the-mouth hate-emails.

Quite literally 12,000? That doesn’t seem like a tall enough claim to deserve a “quite literally” attached to it. Or quite literally foam-at-the-mouth? Was there, like, foam on them?

I thought Ian Fleming famously hated gays, McGoo.

Dawn, do you have any idea why your name appears backwards in the sidebar comments at the moment? Are you Of Satan or an evil twin or something?

:nwaD

Mighty fine job you did on that fop, Weasel. You know, one of my favorite games is guessing how long it’ll take a Yale or Harvard grad to work that little nugget into the conversation. No one’s broken 30 seconds yet.

cool. I broke something.

From the yahoo story, ‘Not my dad’s GOP: Buckley leaves National Review’, announcing his stepping away from NR.

“It’s a good thing my dear old mum and pup are no longer alive. They’d cut off my allowance,” he wrote for The Daily Beast.

Yeah, your pup is spinning in his grave wondering where in hell he went wrong.

Mum and pup! Oh my sides!

If you mean the picture, anywhere but (may I call you anywhere but?), it’s not a Photoshop job. Even I don’t have the mad P’shop skillz to begayify that hard. 😉

OH NO! Stupid WordPress update has blown out my weasel smilies. I’ll have to fix that when I get home.

Ew. I made a yellow winky-smiley.

I was going to tell you about that Weasel, but I didn’t have the heart. You know since we have an extremely gay photo, well you know, telling you that you have extremely gay smiley thingies on your blog.

Hm. While I’m in there, perhaps I could edit them so you can tell the difference between the various weasel expressions.

Weasels pretty much have a frown. And that’s it.

😛

That’s supposed to be a smiley sticking his tongue out, but it just looks like a cannibal smiley after a blood feast.

🙁

Dude is totally destroying my brand with that ‘mum and pup’ business.

Who the heck uses “mum and pup?” That’s like high brow just regular folks speak, Mom and Pop with flair. Swish! Obama is turning people’s brains to mush, or their hopes for him are.

This adoration of Obama is really creepy. I can see liking the guy and wanting to vote for him. But, the flat out worship of him is surreal.

Anybody else see a distinct resemblance?

http://www.willisms.com/archives/twit3.gif

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAkismet!!!!!!!!

In that pic, Buckley looks as though he’s going to trill, “I’m free!” to Capt. Peacock.

“You’ve all done very well….”

Never, your comment belongs to me now. I’m hungry, send me more.

Ugh. You think wordpress has issues, try some prepackaged forum software with a heretofore-unexplored SQL injection vulnerability.

There goes my day. Guess you get what you pay for. 🙁

Akismet is a…big dumb stupidhead.

Yeah, well what would you do if you were chained in the Dungeon and fed only SPAM?

Weaz – I’d “known” about Fleming’s gayness since I was in high school: but I’ve never researched it. It could be bogus.

Nothin’ on Wiki. Hmmm.

I saw an old James Bond flick on a flight to England via Air Canada once — they’re cheapskates and run old movies instead of recent ones, and they had some theater critic guy say a few words about each film before it ran. Well, before the Bond movie, he huffed and puffed about what a homophobic jerk Ian Fleming was. I was surprised they let him go on and on like that. It was like, “here’s your damn movie, haters!”

Anyhow, that’s why I was surprised to hear you say that. Maybe it’s because he was so anti-gay that that rumor got started. I know there was an urban legend that the guy who wrote The Mask of Sanity — the seminal text on sociopathy — was a sociopath.

OK. Now I’m curious. Let’s see what’s in this Innertube thingy on Fleming. (Philosophically, I don’t really care one way or another, but if my brain-noodle impressions need correcting – well, no one else is gonna do it for me.)

I’ll be back.

Akismet, I’d at least ask for some crackers or a fruit cup.

I found nothing to support my assertion, except some old pop-culture psycho-babble hinting that – “…because of his character James Bonds treatment of women, blah, blah …he must have been gay.” Crap.

On the other hand, Fleming did like beating his wife – and she liked it too!

( http://news.scotsman.com/jamesbond/100-things-you-didnt-know.4124702.jp )

Thanks for the correction, Weaz.

McGoo, you are incorrectable?

That’s a stretch to believe.

Me fuck up. Weaz straighten out. All better now.

*Gives LK a searing look that is usually reserved for causing fresh paint to peel*

(I’m on a Chief White Halfoat and Major —— de Coverley kick today.)

Weaz did nothing of the kind. I threw my anecdote at your rumor 🙂

Whoa! Ian Fleming wrote Chitty Chitty Bang Bang? I had no idea…

Oh, those smileys have got to GO.

I refuse to listen to the debate tonight. If the husband flips it on intermittently like he did last time, I shall beat him senseless.

Oh, I never watch those things live, PnB. They make-a me crazy.

Huh. My blog has just been inundated with requests for pictures of the Dionne quints. I just did a Google news search and nothing seems to be going on with them. I’m certainly not high on the search results.

Hello, mysterious internet people looking for pictures! What do you want?

The paint peeled right off’n my face. Skin. Paint. Whatever. It was withering, that look.

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
That smiley?

😛 😛 😛 😛
Or this one?

Damn, if I don’t feel kind of ornery tonight…

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang the book is a far cry from CCBB the movie. I *think* the movie was written by Roald Dahl. I think.

OMG I can’t help myselfffff

Sweetness and Light and Happy Face thingies at House O’ Weasel.

🙂 😉 Moarrr OK 😛

Y’ARGH! I’m drawing, I’m drawing…

There. That’s better. Kinda rushed, but I was in a hurry to ruin Allen’s fun. 😛

Rats! Hey, wait a minute that should be, Weasels!

Flaming skull at ace’s. And it’s a doozy.

He did write Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, yer Weasliness. And you have ridden on the railway built by the best buddy of the man that owned it.

Yes, CCBB was a real car.

Umm.. so there!

I think.

Oh, and Fleming did hate gays. With a passion.

Not that there’s anything wro… oh, but wait.

Anecdotes always trump a rumor. That’s what my Goren On Bridge book says – or should say, anyway. I can’t seem to find….

Yeah – I read that Fleming wrote CCBB and I absolutely refuse to believe it. It’s just so … wrong.

…And I was just testing my withering glance, LK. You just happened to be a handy target. Sorry, old boy!

Ah-ha! No more evil smileys! Woot. That was some fast codin’, Weaz.

Ah! here:

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/97/Dionnequints1.jpg/180px-Dionnequints1.jpg

* I knew you secretly wanted this link, Weasel. *

In the, “who gives a crap?” category. Here’s the Mustang Makeover

I do. To me it’s cool to stand on your horse’s back (who is on a small platform) swingin a lunge whip. Srsly, scroll down a bit.

Yo horse, how did we get on top of this boulder, more importantly how do we get down? Hey, did I tell you my trailhorse’s name is Lucky? I might have been off bubble a bit on that one.

What does a ‘flaming skull’ mean when Ace posts one?

I would prefer to see this more often from our windbags in Washington.
Palin and baby Trig stop at Walmart for diapers. Baby poop always keeps one grounded.

northwestvoice.com/home/Blog/sunnica/35384

The weasel smileys are fabulous!

🙂

Oh boy, just went to Ace’s. Why is Brunner not in jail?
Anyone? Anyone? Beuller?

porknbean,

The flaming skull is Ace’s version of Drudge’s little police siren graphic for big stories that are breaking.

All this time, no updates, not even any new comments.

Did wordpress blow up?

I needs my morning mustelid. 🙁

Nah. For the next six weeks I’m going to be stretched so thin, I considered hiatusing this puppy for the duration. But blogs that go on hiatus never really come back, do they?

So I’ll just give you a general lameness warning instead. There will be lameness. I shall be lame. Lame will prevail.

When it’s all over, we’ll wake up in England and I’ll take a hammer to my alarm clock forever. Yay!

Shhh. They might hear you.

Just think weasel, by the time you are in England, that raunchy used up sack of bitch, Madonna, won’t.
Brrr…wish she would go take up in Malawi.

Not only does she diss Palin at her concerts, looks like she is doing Guy the same way. And people still slobber on her old cone tits.

C. Buckley would make Liberace wince, and though his effete treacle is barely worthy of a response, I think Graham Chapman summed it up best when he said:

“SHUT YOUR FESTERING GOB, YOU TIT! YOUR TYPE MAKES ME PUKE! YOU VACUOUS, TOFFEE-NOSED, MALODOROUS PERVERT!!”

That was poetry, ‘shoes.

Thanks. I’m still laughing over the “fluttery lace hanky of prose.”

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