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This was a pretty entertaining exchange between The Mouth of The Emporer and the White House press gaggle on Monday. (For those who care, an abbreviated video of this exchange is up on Crooks and Liars, but I think reading the transcript right off the WhiteHouse.Gov site is so much more..."official." ) Poor guy. Hope he hands it over to Snow before the Rove indictments come down.

They all got promoted. That mission got accomplished.

Think Progress has a nice piece up (with substantial links) called "The Architects of war: Where are they now?" It's a nice summary of who the administration officials criminals were that accomplished so much little.

Someone posted some satire over on The Daily Kos revealing The Fearless Leader's © thoughts while he watched Colbert's roast. Laugh out loud funny.

did they watch the same footage as me? the president got up, shook Colbert's hand and had his usual stupid grin on his face where's this bullstevestojan about nodding and unsmiling? 680609[/snapback] You have to see the whole 20-plus minute roast. Dubya goes from smiling idiot to definately uncomfortable-looking enough where C-Span stopped cutting to camera shots of him. Atrios has YouTube links to the whole thing, and a great link to a Salon article. (Here's the direct Salon link to Michael Scherer's article).

Bravo, sir, bravo.

Happy Days, Joe!

Here we go with the round of six. I’m fresh off a weekend marathon of Veronica Mars Season One, so I’m chock full of hardboiled adolescent Storm and Stress (snaps for G. Stanley Hall). Body type angst and feelings of alienation aside, it’s Andrea Bocelli night on American Idol. That’s two blind singing coaches this season if you’re keeping track at home. We can be sure Ray Charles isn’t going to white-cane-it through that door under his own power, but Jose Feliciano can be had if the Border Militia lets him over the fence and we are willing to sit through sixty minutes of Feliz Navidad covers. Aquí vamos… Right out of the gate and it’s really David Foster night… Andrea Bocelli is just along for the sight-gags. The Idols get slapped across the face during vocal warm-ups, and we see that the guy who scored St. Elmo’s Fire and ran down Ben Vareen isn’t going to go easy on these six wannabes. Oh baby, David Foster night is gonna be sweet. To hammer home that Idol is driven by cell-phone data, Seacrest announces that each contestant gets two phone numbers now. The producers have clearly over-estimated the ambidexterity of today’s youth, and a voting controversy looms on the horizon. I am on the edge of my uncomfortable office chair (my wife gets the cushy couch and the big TV for Rory, Lorelai and a hospitalized Logan, while I get the cramped office and the crappy set until the season ends). Stay tuned… Katharine McPhee “I have nothing”. Katherine is going with a song written by David Foster for the crack whore Whitney Houston. I’m lucky enough to have never heard her version, so it’s going to fall on a fresh set of ears. Yowza! McFunbags, indeed! She is in another freaking league than these other clowns, and she looks fab tonight. My only critique is that I would have worn a thong in that dress, but other than her poor choice of unmentionables, she kicked “butt.” The judges don’t agree, and it looks like it’s “Tear down Katherine” night on Idol. I’d actually vote to show them I think they’re full of crap, but the new two number system has me and my can of PBR confused. C’est la McVie. Elliot Yamin. “A song for you” by Donnie Hathaway. Foster seemed a bit ambivalent on Elliot, and Andrea sat there and collected his paycheck. (Who let Kevin Nealon in?!? Get back in the kitchen and grab another tray of canapés, Kevin. You got time to lean, you got time to clean.) I thought it was another lackluster Elliot performance, but the judges were freaking out. Paula was crying hysterically, and couldn’t form words. Randy was “diggin’ it dog.” Simon trotted out the “You’re the best male vocalist we’ve ever had” line. I’m speechless, too, but it’s because I’m dumbfounded as to what they’re watching and listening to. It must be the lousy television setup I have (Damn you, Gilmore Girls and your pop-culture smaltz!). Anyway, the Yaminiacs will have to bust a move on their cells this week, because despite the high praise from the three monkeys judging this thing, he’s in trouble every Wednesday. Kellie Pickler. “Unchained Melody” Pickler gets the pre-song Seacrest interview and we find out she’s just a lonely single country gal longing to find someone to do pottery with. A shameless attempt to pull our heartstrings from the pretend-stupid untalented fake blonde. David Foster’s facial expression said it all when she opened her mouth during rehearsals and tried to do the song without the “money-note” that everyone expects to hear. “You mean I have to sing (bat eye lashes).” She was doomed from the get-go, because the “cute” naïve blonde shtick was bound to bomb when confronted with a blind guy and an actual music producer. As predicted by all, her version of “Unchained Melody” was a three minute long unhinged shriek. And also predicted by all, she attempted the “Gosh, I’m sorry for sucking” routine again. But like the “I’m with stupid” T-shirts her cheering section wore and these tedious reviews I continue to write, the joke’s gotten old. The judges squashed her like a June-bug, and Seacrest had to step in to end the bloodbath. This could be it for Pickler, but probably won’t because this has nothing to do with talent. Paris Bennett. “The way we were” Paris chooses the Babs Streisand title track from the 1973 Sydney Pollack classic movie of the same name. Choosing a song from a movie about a snake-bit romance between a Jewish commie and a sitcom writer would usually get high praise from someone like me. But I don’t like Little Miss Thing even a tiny bit, so I went to the kitchen for an oatmeal cookie. Taylor Hicks. “Just once” James Ingram Foster said Hicks has “charisma.” You say “charisma”, I say “po-tah-toe” with silver hair. Hicks hits the stage in a black velvet suit with a red pocket hanky, and immediately goes into his clenched buttocks stance. (Tori Spelling cameo shot!!!!!!) I’m not feeling it tonight, and neither were the judges. He’s safe and the Soul Patrol will twist and jerk lamely on for another week. Chris Daughtry. “Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman” by Bryan Adams. Foster and Bocelli got him to sing lying on his back, a trick that wasn’t lost on The Dumb One That Can’t Sing. Chris did an adequate job (ie I was bored), and the monkeys sure dug him. Paula was hopping around like a sugared-up cheerleader. Despite the AI producers screwing with the viewers and placing him in the bottom two last week, he’s most likely safe. The Bottom Dwellers: I’ve been consistently wrong all season, and the producers have been toying with us, but I’ll say Elliot and Paris bottom out this week, much like these exercises in futility I’m calling reviews. Elliot goes. Or Paris…or Pickler…or….

Do we send flowers to his family, or do we make a donation to his favorite charity?

I'm really starting to hate that little girl in the blue dress.

Ace is finally out of our living rooms. He should have been toasted a week earlier for the train-wreck that was “We will rock you”, but all is right with the cosmos now. I never liked Ace Young, as I didn’t think he could sing worth a damn and the entertainment business is already maxed out with untalented pretty-boys. Clearly the ladies fell for his pouting, gazing and hair-toss routine, and they kept him around long after he should have gone home. This was probably the only time in his short life that he has tasted defeat, because guys like Ace Young will always go farther than guys like Bucky Covington or Kevin Covais, just on looks alone. But now he’s gone…free to pursue the inevitable modeling gig he was born for. His face may be off our TV sets, but it will be cruising by us on the sides of buses and hanging in the windows at the mall. As for the “bottom three” sham, once again we find the producers of AI sticking a safe contestant in the bottom just to scare up voter volume for the following week. There is no way Chris was anywhere near the second-lowest vote total this week. Shameless, yet effective. They will need all the help they can get next week, because trotting out Andrea Bocelli doesn’t exactly scream must-see TV unless you are a fan of opera or classical pop…and I’m guessing most of the fans of this show ain’t gonna get what the big deal is. Last note, what the hell is Andrea Bocelli doing on AI? Is this some kind of community service thing for an unpublicized run-in with the law? I’ve done some digging, but all I could find was that he won two World Booger awards in 2002, whatever-the-hell that means. I am a little intrigued. We shall see. It’s down to six….

Eastern Conference 1 Ottawa vs 8 Tampa Bay: Ottawa in 5 2 Carolina vs 7 Montreal: Whalers in 6 3 New Jersey vs 6 NY Rangers: Rangers in 7 (F*ck you Brodeur) 4 Buffalo vs 5 Philadelphia: Sabres in 6 Western Conference 1 Detroit vs 8 Edmonton: Red Wings in 5 2 Dallas vs 7 Colorado: Stars in 6 3 Calgary vs 6 Anaheim: Flames in 5 4 Nashville vs 5 San Jose: Sharks in 5

The moment we’ve all been waiting for has finally arrived. The Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes science experiment has produced a silent scream and a baby girl. Reports are daughter and human incubator are doing just swell. They’ve named the little bundle of joy “Suri”, which I’m told means “red rose” in Persian, “princess” in Hebrew, and “Devourer of Worlds” in Alpha-Centaurian. So, while Tom munches away on his placenta sandwich, and reptilian stormtroopers whisk away the vessel formerly known as Katie Holmes, we’ll toast the newest “Louise Brown”-esque addition to the third rock from the sun and make fun of some lesser known singing bags of meat. Idol has deemed it necessary to eliminate all of the interesting contestants, leaving us with boring wannabes of varying shades of the same water-colored talent. This makes it pretty freaking hard to dole out the trashy comments and anecdotes, and we’ve almost burned through our entire copy of “The Big Book of Entertainment Clichés, Innuendos, and Insults” with a month-and-a-half of top-notch AI programming left. But, I’m willing to pour a Cocktail, take on this Mission Impossible and keep the Collateral damage to a minimum, if you’ll promise that there’ll be no Risky Business on your end (groan). It’s Rod “The Mod” Stewart night on Idol. I’m not a huge fan of the guy who sang “Young Turks” and “Do you want my Body”, and I mostly remember him for loudly-colored hot pants and the mid-70s rumor about him going to the ER to have a gallon of semen pumped from his stomach. Questionable dietary proclivities aside, he’s another old singer who’s got a new-ish CD collection out, so in the minds of the AI producers he’s a perfect choice to trot out before a group of kids who don’t know him and don’t want his feedback, but will pretend this is the greatest moment of their lives and he’s been their jukebox hero the whole time they were growing up. To further reduce his relevance to the show, the Idol kids can only pick covers of old classics that he sang and released on the collection. But, whatever the reason was for knocking on his crypt door and inviting him on the show, we’re stuck with him and his bad dye-job, so here we go…. Chris Daughtry "What a Wonderful World": Pretty easy song-choice for Ed Kowalczyk, I mean Chris Daughtry. I thought it was a bit weak, as I prefer the versions done by Joey Ramone and The Flaming Lips. But the judges thought he was great (big surprise there…the ushers had to mop under Paula’s chair during the break), and this Top Gun is undoubtedly safe. Holy Cow!?! A Marilu Henner sighting! Must be a new Fox miniseries in the works about a used up divorcee getting passed around like a party favor on the set of a sitcom. Bottoms up, Marilu. Paris Bennett "These Foolish Things”: Little Miss Thing got to do The Ryan Seacrest Interview before she sang, and we got to see Little Miss Thing’s mom shed some tears (yawn). Her salmon (silent “L”, for the Pickler-posse) colored dress was a welcome change from last week’s frightening bondage get-up, and she nailed the song. Unfortunately the Report on this Minority is someone’s gotta be in the bottom three, and I wouldn’t be shocked if she was forced to stand in the Spotlight of Anxiety this week.. Talyor Hicks "You Send Me": Taylor looked mighty old standing next to the vampire playboy Rod The Mod, and it’s a testament to Rod’s plastic surgeon and all the blood he sucked out of Rachel Hunter that he looks so damned good for his age. Compared to Manilow’s “taut as the head of a drum” face and Kenny Rogers’ weathered visage, Rod looked positively youthful. Hicks’ rendition of the Sam Cook hit was pretty dull until about halfway through when he panicked and started to bust out the seizure-inspired gyrations he’s known for. That probably saved his fat ass, because even though he showed he could in fact sing a little tonight, the audience doesn’t want Taylor Hicks…they want a drunken Chris Farley imitator. He made All The Right Moves, and he’s safe. Elliott Yamin “It Had to Be You”: It has to be someone, all right. And this week it could be Elliot to hit the road. His singing was ok…(he got to toss in his signature Yo MTV Raps Karate Chop) but it had an MS telethon feel to it. Replace the band with C-level “stars” manning the phone-banks and trot out a few kids, and he could have been Jerry Lewis minus the sweat and the ring around the collar. Vanilla “Sky” Ice could be in the bottom three, and very well could be singing The Song of Shame as a lead-in to your local news. Mimi Rogers!!!!! Nice to see one of Cruise’s former beards in the audience on a night when his Offspring of the Damned emerges. Serendipity abounds! Kelli Pickler “Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered”: Rod The Mod said she had great personality, which in the entertainment biz means “She’s an idiot, but she’s got good looks.” How many Kelli Pickler’s (and A Few Good Men) has Rod Stewart used up in the course of his career? Hundreds? Thousands? Rod knows how she got this far, and he knows it’s got nothing to do with what comes out of her mouth. To prove the point that her fans aren’t voting for her because of her singing ability, girlfriend didn’t bother to sing at all, then batted her eye lashes and apologized for butchering it. She’s almost daring you to not vote for her at this point. She could end up in the bottom three this week, but it’s hard to believe that she won’t advance. Ace Young “That's All”: Ace cleaned up, wore a suit, pulled his hair back into a Last Samurai-like do, and added a lip quiver to his repertoire. Now we have “gaze longingly”, “pout”, and “quivering lip” to look forward to until he’s eliminated, which could come this week, but probably won’t because America is stupid. Last up, the Kat the wasn’t kidnapped and impregnated by aliens…. Katherine McFee “Someone to Watch Over Me”: She looked stunning, as usual, and totally nailed her song. She is Far and Away the best singer in the competition and should win the whole thing, which means the producers of AI will put her in the bottom three again to induce hysteria in the voters next week. The big winner tonight was Rod Stewart, who got to show off his trophy fiancée and new (normally conceived) son, and let us see that he’s never suffered from the effects of swallowing Mr. Microphone. The real loser tonight is Katie “there’s no place like home…there’s no place like home” Holmes whose purpose is now over and is being dragged away from her posh lifestyle to get chained to a dungeon wall. Bottom three: Tough call…everyone but Pickler showed up tonight. I’ll say Paris, Elliot and Ace get to stand under the hot lights, and Elliot gets booted . I’ve been wrong almost every week, though, which means I thankfully can’t find the musical pulse of the viewers.

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I don't know if anybody here is familiar with B.Kliban, but he was a crude cartoonist doing weird stuff long before Gary Larson. He made money doing his cat calender artwork, but his real genius was compiled in bizarre collections. Anyway, he had this one crude cartoon of a guy in a robe with his back turned to the viewer, taking a leak off the side of a cliff. He titled it "Jesus turning water into urine." Kind of fits into the whole "sacriledge" thing you're driving at. The genius that puts together the Coldbacon site has put up a page of Kliban stuff here. This guy has some links to his cartoons, too. B.Kliban is not for everyone. Many of his cartoons won't make sense at first, but will hit you over the head many years later. They may appear idiotic, but once they settle in, the genius that is Kliban will be hard to shake free of. I envy anyone experiencing these for the first time.

Wow. The Bills are on the clock from 3PM Friday until 9AM on Monday. That's a lot of drinking, chewing on your nails, more drinking, and swearing at the screen becasue the other voters are all idiots. T minus 49 minutes and counting....

We're all here, too, saving the world. But, we get 15 vacation days, 5 sick days, a floating holiday, and the week between X-mas and New Years off. To tell you the truth, I don't know of anybody that has today off. In Boston, Monday is a holiday because of the marathon. I'll probably use that as my floater.

I watch it because it's a good foil for ridicule. To answer your question, though, I've always suspected shenanigans. They never reveal the actual vote totals, but show you the "bottom three" contestants every week, which almost always include someone you wouldn't suspect of being in the bottom three. I think they allow people to vote on who advances for the most part, but step in occasionally to jerk the audience around. By putting one of the favorites in the bottom, they ensure that people will panic and vote like mad the following week, increasing the number of "votes" that are generated. They most likely use these numbers to show to potential advertisers, and then that can be transferred to how much it costs to advertise during the show. They almost got burned last year because people were voting like mad for the worst contestant. That's why I think they occasionally knock someone off that they have no intention of letting win the competition, even though that person has enough votes to go further. They'll keep an interesting, untalented finalist around because it generates interest in the show, but if it looks like they might start getting real momentum, they'll step in and boot 'em, regardless of the vote totals, which they rarely reveal. In the end they have to try and get a person to sing on a hit record, and while someone like me would prefer to see it end in a total freak show, it would kill the cash cow. It's a very good television design.

The round of eight post mortem: Well….The teenage girls and lonely divorcees have spoken (shrieked) loudly. Ace Young and his pout get to stick around yet another week, talent be damned. He turned in one of the worst performances in five seasons of AI on Tuesday, yet through the wonders of technology and the delusions of the lonely, he advances on to Rod Stewart night (shudder) next week. To hammer home how bad Ace was in relation to Vanilla Yamin and Bucky (the other two at the bottom), Fox/AI forced us to sit through all three performances again. Based on Ace’s version of “We will rock you” Tuesday evening, you would say to yourself, “Well, self, there is no way Ace could pull off a worse rendition of that song than what I was subjected to last night.” But, as he began to “sing”, you, like me, realized that yes, yes indeed Ace could manage to do worse. Much, much worse. But, like the night before, he gave the ladies what they wanted…he pouted, he flexed, he cried, he toyed with his hair and tucked his t-shirt in behind his belt buckle. He did everything but show he had any other talent than his looks. And he gets to do it all again next week. As for Bucky, well, America sends the last remaining interesting competitor home. This writer is not a fan of the genre of music that Bucky is prone to warbling. But what made me pull for him was what he symbolized. Here was a blue collar guy from simple beginnings crooning his way to the land of glitz and ditz. Bucky wasn’t putting on an act, wasn’t trying to put one over on us, wasn’t pouting his way into our living rooms. He showed up, sang, had fun, and left with class. He was at the bottom more than he was at the top, but dealt with it the way a man who is comfortable with his lot in life should. With the humility and dignity of someone that doesn’t give a damn. And so we say goodbye, Bucky Covington. You may have lost on American Idol, but you have won the respect of this simple scribe.

That really hits home. I do wipe the desk down every once in a while, because of the potential stuff that could track out of the lab. I'm a bit more carefull than some of the other people around here, though.

Our company just switched to a thinner, flimsier ass-gasket. I'm all for saving a buck on overhead costs, but it seems a bit misguided to skimp on the only thing that's wedged between me and a whole consortia of things that want to call me "host."

This thread is going to get moved to the Customer Service Forum...the Los Angeles of forums.

Eight contestants left on Queen Night. Should be an outstanding evening of eye liner and classic rock and roll getting butchered by kids who have no idea who these old guys are. But first, let’s address last week’s shocking dismissal of Mandiva. We assumed that her outright shun by the gays was partly due to AI running opposite of The Gilmore Girls. Un-uh, sweetie. It seems Big Miss Thing self-destructed on the Home-o front when she listed known anti-gay author Beth Moore as her American Idol, a major faux-pas with the ever-happy crowd. This Advocate poll shows the resulting damage (85% disapproved…those are positively Dubya-esque numbers). TMZ.com’s backstage buzz has this quote. You don’t want to piss-off the gays or the PR flacks. Big Miss Thing should-a kept her big mouth shut. On to the show… Queen night! No silly, the band Queen, fronted by the not-so-ambiguously gay and not-so-alive-anymore singer Freddie Mercury (has it really been 15 years…wow). How will the eight finalists tackle this catalog of songs I never wanted to hear again? My better half has abandoned me for Lorelai and Rory Gilmore, and their rapid-fire dialog and wacky hijinx. So my martini (i.e. can of Pabst Blue Ribbon) and I are once again relegated to the “office” and the small TV. Here we go… Bucky: He says he wouldn’t mind having a few beers with the guys from Queen. That just about says it all, and I am 100 proof behind this mumbling fool from North Carolina. He is the only one on that stage genuinely having a good time…not forced or gimmicky like some of these other clowns…singing in another language and having a blast not breathing in paint fumes in a shack. He pulled off an outstanding, twangy version of “Fat Bottomed Girls”. What a great way to start the night. Safe again, Rasputin. Ace: (Did he just say he wanted to feel it and give it back? Did he really just say that?) So he’s going to try “We Will Rock You”, one of those songs I hate hearing in a bar, because it means gang-vocals by the drunks, followed by fits of air guitar by those very same drunks that can still wave their arms without falling off the stool. There was a nice moment of Ace arguing with Brian May about the arrangement and May telling him to go to hell. Who the fug is this pretty-boy to tell this senior citizen rockstar how to arrange one of the great arena-rock anthems not written by a pedophile named Gary? As expected, he bombed, but not with the ladies. That may have been the worst couple of minutes ever on AI, and that could be the end of Ace. Get ready for the high-pitched screams of dissappointment right around 9:29PM. His only hope is that people voted for him so they wouldn’t have to hear him sing the song of shame at the end of tonight’s elimination show. Good riddance, clown. Side note: Wow, was that a shot of Mickey Dolenz?!? Pickler: There’s this drag-queen club in downtown Boston. They also do punk rock shows (subliminal disclaimer alert!!!!), but the two crowds mingle, and you often get to see some of the other performers do their “thing.” I’ve always thought that it takes a pretty big set of balls for a guy to walk around and perform in a dress and high heels. I’ve never said it out loud, but I’ve thought it on more than one occasion. It’s not my thing (disclaimer alert!!!!), but if you’re willing to go there for your art, good for you. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen a drag queen perform “Bohemian Rhapsody.” I can’t tell you how many times I’ve met a drag queen named Bohemian Rhapsody. So imagine my surprise when Kellie Pickler walked out on stage in full drag-queen-dom to sing “Bohemian Rhapsody.” Well, that song was a drag, and that queen’s got no balls. Chris: Is there any eye liner left back stage? Anyway, Daughtry should be able to absolutely kill tonight by covering an arena rock song while channeling Ed Kowalczyk. He picked “Innuendo,” and we watched as his stock continues to plummet. Maybe it’s just me, but he’s starting to bore the hell out of me. My wife thinks he’s hot, of course. But not hot enough to watch Idol over The Gilmore Girls. No, I’m not bitter, and yes, the guy can sing. But why hasn’t he quit this show yet? What is he waiting for? If I was Kowalczyk, I’d hire someone to test my food and start my car for me…there’s someone that looks like you, sings like you, covets your job, and is more popular than you right now, Ed. Watch your back, guy. Side note: The skin hanging down off of Brian May’s triceps is making me sick. Katherine: Choosing a song from Highlander was a bold strategy, and Katherine smoldered again. She sang great, she looked hot, and I’m not aware of any bad vibes from the ever-happy community towards her. All the signs point to her winning this thing and I’d be shocked if she got booted this week. Best performance of the night. Elliot “Vanilla Ice” Yamin: “Ice-Ice, Yamin” get’s the spotlight couch this week, in a blatant attempt to sell him to the audience. Bad-Bad-move, baby, because he came across as a total idiot, and we’re left wondering why he is Corporate Rock’s Chosen One this season. He chose to sing “Somebody to Love” and admitted to never having heard the song before this week. That became apparent when he yet again butchered the lyrics to a song in front of millions of people. That minor detail got Melissa The Pig ridiculed by the judges and booted off the show. Vanilla Yamin does it and get’s this week’s “What the hell are the judges listening to?” award. I shake my head in disbelief. Taylor Hicks: My boss is hovering around, so I have to type this section in italics to keep the noise down. Shhhhhhh When you’ve shown two weeks in a row that you’ve got zero vocal talent, you’ve got to bust out some new moves. The new move Taylor worked on all week was to whiff on a kick to the mike stand, twice, before feebly knocking it over. This move was followed by the return of his signature squat-and-swivel move, and running all over the place while butchering “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”. I don’t get where his fanbase is coming from. How many middle-aged, slightly overweight, prematurely graying, talentless hacks can there be out there watching this show? What’s that? Oh, Snap!!! Paris: Little miss hair extensions is the last performer of the night. I wonder what song she’ll…OH. MY. GOD. When did Queen Night morph into Judas Priest Night?!? Paris hit the stage in full-on danger-butch mode to belt out “The Show Must Go On” and I took a hit off my can of PBR to calm down. It was a shocking, frightening display that took me completely by surprise, and is a one-hundred-and-eighty degree turnaround in personality for her. What the hell did the Queen guys do to the petite, bubbly child that I despised from the very depths of my being? Not sure how the whips and chains look, minus the whips and chains is going to go over with the teeny-bopper fan base. Other than shake the foundation of my soul, it did nothing for me. Side note: This season blows. All the interesting people that make the show fun to ridicule have been bounced. Bottom three: Who the hell knows, really? I was totally wrong last week. I’ll say Vanilla Ice, Ace, and Paris is Burning. Ace get’s bounced.

If you think quoting The 'Mats will get you off the hook...well, you're right.

Come on, Paul. Wacka made the statement. I pointed out how dumb it is. How is his "send' em all back to mexico" not rhetoric, and my pointing out that the hot irish barmaid he buys his Guiness pints from will be serving them in warmer climes, rhetoric?