How many more weeks like the last one can Barrack Obama afford?
I’ll be liveblogging this morning’s Republican presidential debate for PJ Media. Semi-live-drunk-blogging, that is. The show here is on tape delay, airing in southern Colorado at 11am Eastern instead of 10am.
Which leaves me with plenty of time to make and enjoy my famous Bloody Marys. You can play along at home.
A very tall glass.
A large handful of ice.
2 ounces of Absolut Peppar vodka.
If you can’t find the Peppar on such short notice, then just use plain vodka. But don’t forget to add 10 or 12 twists of fresh-cracked pepper.
You could make that three ounces.
Four ounces might be pushing it.
6 to 8 ounces of V-8 vegetable juice.
A stalk of celery.
A dash of celery seed, whole.
A dash or three of Worcestershire sauce.
The juice of half a lime.
Some fresh grated horseradish.
A bare minimum of five drops of Tabasco.
Combine all the ingredients (except the celery stalk and the very tall glass) in a cocktail shaker. Shake thoroughly for 15 seconds, then pour into the very tall glass. Throw out the celery stalk. I mean, having one is traditional, but who wants that thing poking you in the eye with every sip?
Lather, rinse, repeat.
UPDATE: Yes, I’m semi-live, semi-drunk blogging — to a text file. The good folks at PJ Media aren’t yet ready to go live, but they do own this liveblog. So you’ll just have to wait until they’re good to go. Meanwhile, I’m going to take a big gulp of Bloody and get back to the debate.
News, of a kind, from New Zealand:
Vegansexuals are people who do not eat any meat or animal products, and who choose not to be sexually intimate with non-vegan partners whose bodies, they say, are made up of dead animals…
…Many female respondents described being attracted to people who ate meat, but said they did not want to have sex with meat-eaters because their bodies were made up of animal carcasses.
Something needs to be said: Meat is sexy.
It needs to be repeated: Meat is sexy. It needs to be drilled into the minds of our children: Meat is sexy. It needs to be printed on placards and on billboards of half-naked women draped in furs: Meat is sexy.
What it comes down to, hon, is that we’re all carcasses, if in varying states of decay. And that’s why meat is sexy. When you cook — especially when you grill — meat, you demonstrate your mastery over flesh. And there’s no denying the hotness of that. When you eat meat, you show your partner just how much you enjoy flesh. And there’s no denying the hotness of that, either.
You can do what you want with a carrot on your own time, but meat is for lovers. So feel free to ignore the vegans right back. They’ll never know what they’re missing.
Well, here’s an ambitious new plan:
Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama said Wednesday that he would possibly send troops into Pakistan to hunt down terrorists, an attempt to show strength when his chief rival has described his foreign policy skills as naive.
Let me get this straight. Obama thinks the US can’t handle Iraq, but would do just fine invading a friendly-ish country with double the land area and six times the population? Much as it pains me to agree with Hillary Clinton, “naive” is the word that comes to my mind, too.