Okay, so I’m back from my [useless] excursion to points north and west (more on that later), and too tired and crabby to do the work involved in serious posting right now.  So in lieu of real work, here’s a quick and dirty summary of some of today’s highlights from the blogroll:

Mustang Bobby channels Krugman and sets the MSM straight:  The so-called "Republican Revolution" (which was never a "revolution" in the first place) is dead, dead, dead.  (He also recounts his shopping woes:  Bobby, more on that in an upcoming post.)

Christy identifies Joe Lieberman’s species. 

Nicole gives us a heads-up on the hours and hours of work the fuckWit is putting into his new strategery for Operation Circular Firing Squad. 

TBogg posts pictures of sexy lingerie and informs us that he’s taking time off.  Some freakin’ nerve.  Although the cookie-dough-from-the-tube plan sounds like a good one.  (Hey . . . maybe fuckWit should factor that into his plan; it has at least as much chance of working.)

Gen. JC threatens Greenwald with "vaporization by [the General’s] robot’s snake-like appendage."  Um, General, sir, would that appendage be related in any way to your "little soldier?"  Better get out the Mason jars.  (Yeah, ewww.  Poor Glenn.)

Why I [heart] Scott Lemieux.

Digby reminds us what the wingnuts consider "bipartisanship" - not "peeing on the furniture and such."  This cognitive dissonance brought to you by the same troll who thinks bipartisanship = date rape.

Good Roger Ailes notes that - unlike the squatter currently occuping the Oval Office - Gerald Ford at least "wasn’t suffering from any mental disabilities as of July 2004."

Thanks to DA and Gavin, I had to bleach my eyeballs after viewing this.  I’m still trying to scrub it from my brain.  Gav, I love your Mad Wicked Photoshop Skillz and all, but Jeebus!  Did you hafta go that far?

Steve Gilliard gives us the Year in Winners.   Howard!!!

Susie’s got a great new gig - congrats, woman!  Nobody deserves this more than you.

Billmon’s not only retiring - he’s boarded up the windows.  Bah.  He’ll be back.  I’m not de-listing him yet.

Snark Goddess Maru gets letters - from a troll with, as they say, "issues."  <Shudder> Have you sterilized your in-box thoroughly, dear?

Steve Bates points out that the massive three hours’ worth of labor at Crawford might actually be cover for - oh, go read it.  I can’t be any more succinct than he is.  And it’s truly sad when I have to say, "No, Steve, your tinfoil hat probably does not need adjusting."

Courtesy of Elayne, meet Cocteau and Seurat.  No, these two are more attractive than the originals.

Duncan explains who qualifies as a Very, Very Silly Person.  And why.

Despite battling a wicked case of the flu, Upyernoz and Mrs. Noz have performed a daring and heroic feat of rescue. 

And a twofer:   Rook reports, in my comments, that NTodd wears a dress!  (Of course, he also says that NTodd is a Republican, which I refuse to believe . . . .)  I still want to see pictures!