Know When to Fold 'Em

Emily Farris — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 14:39:00 GMT

A Berlin man nearly died Tuesday from alcohol poisoning after chugging two pints of vodka at an airport, rather than trash it at a security checkpoint.

Hey dude, we've been there. We hate seeing stuff go to waste—especially consumables we've paid good money for. That's why we're a little fat. And alcohol is expensive. But really, there are easier ways...

Or, like, you know, just cut your losses?

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Just a Regular, Every Day, Normal Gay Retired General. Or Not.

Bryan Christian — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 20:50:00 GMT

The Red State Blogosphere is ablaze with reports that Keith Kerr -- the gay vet that raised a "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" question at the GOP/You Tube debate that you didn't watch last night -- is, in fact, part of Hillary Clinton's Gay Steering Committee, whatever that is. (We have friends in a gay sailing club, is it similar?) As much as it pains us to do it, here's what Michelle Malkin has to say abou... Nope. Can't do it. How about Glenn Reynolds over at Instapundi... Argh. Hurts too much. And there's no way we can link to Drudge; our fucking brains would melt. Ah -- thank Christ Crooks and Liars is also coming out with the story (and full video, as opposed to the truncated clip we found up top).

As it turns out, Gen. Kerr is co-chair of Hillary Clinton’s National Military Veterans Group, an affiliation that is making the right wing blogs crazy–the nerve of a Democratic candidate supporter asking questions of Republicans! But Gen. Kerr’s question had neither anything to do with Clinton nor was it partisan in nature. But leave it to the wingnuts to ignore the substance because of the messenger.

I don't know, guys. We're all for sneakiness and stuff, but you know what we're not for: getting caught and looking like 'tards. Also unimpressive: lazy cable news networks who don't use The Google. (Poor Anderson Cooper; clearly the wrong anchor to be caught in this dustup.) Don't get us wrong, now! If we had our druthers, we'd have plants in every debate everywhere. But maybe rather than asking polite questions, sitting down, and then getting their ass shown by the Internet the next day, a plant should ask politicians something really good, really upsetting, maybe insulting, and get made right on the spot. Otherwise, you know, it's the same old boring, complacent decorum that allows crap like this to happen.

What do you think? If you were a plant at a GOP debate, what would the most inflammatory question be that you could think of? (Basic cable friendly, please.)

Scanner : sneakiness

Know When to Fold 'Em

Just a Regular, Every Day, Normal Gay Retired General. Or Not.