WHEN YOU ASKED FOR A SHOT OF VODKA, I THOUGHT YOU MEANT ...

Good morning, Interwub.

Today’s bloggery is brought to you by Smirnoff, the preferred vodka of Julie Newmar.



Filtered through 14,000 pounds of activated charcoal!

FULL DISCLOSURE: I don’t like vodka, personally. Can’t stand the stuff. Don’t like Bloody Marys, come to that.

Julie Newmar, on the other hand, I like very much, thanks.

Have vodka, will travel,

This is dF

DICK CHENEY: STILL LIKES TO SCARE THE HELL OUT OF YOU

ITEM: Dick Cheney warns that there is a “high probability” that terrorists will attempt a catastrophic nuclear or biological attack in coming years, and that thanks to Obama’s bleeding heart hugs-not-bombs tactics, they’ll probably succeed and you and yr loved ones will all die violently.

“When we get people who are more concerned about reading the rights to an Al Qaeda terrorist than they are with protecting the United States against people who are absolutely committed to do anything they can to kill Americans, then I worry,” Cheney says.

Because, you know, nothing stops terror in its tracks quite like hard-ass policies that encourage more people to hate you enough to become terrorists.

I’d ask why anyone’s even bothering to ask Dick’s opinion on anything, but when the GOP asks Joe The Plumber for advice on the economic stimulus bill, why not seek anti-terror expertise from the guy whose advocation of torture and pre-empetive war arguably did more to boost Al Qaeda’s recruitment drive than Osama Bin Laden?

FUN FACT: I wasn’t kidding about Joe The Plumber. His advice: having “someone go in there and kick some ass.”

Best quote:

“I don’t believe there’s two sides to every story. It’s black and white. There’s right and wrong.”

EPIC FAIL.

Michael Steele has his work cut out for him.

Yr gonna miss me,

This is dF

YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT THE REAL JUNK?

Lux Interior is dead at 62.

Damn it.

I’ve been a fan of The Cramps for over 20 years now. My first exposure to them was the Bad Music For Bad People comp, and it was love at first listen. From the music to the camp theatrics informed by a genuine love for 50s B-movies and fetish fashion, The Cramps had everything you needed in a great rock band – not least an insane lead singer.

I saw them play in Nashville in 1991. It looked more or less like this:

Only Lux wore a lot less, and did obscene things with the microphone.

It’s still one of the best shows I’ve ever seen. I wanted Nick Knox’s job ever since.

Thanks for everything, Lux.

And condolences to Poison Ivy.



Tear it up,

This is dF

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EDITED TO ADD [a few hours later]: I came across the photo after the initial post. It's a great picture, so I added it.