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The Scott After Midnight posts are always good for a laugh. Or a choked-off sob. One of the two.
“To alcohol! The cause of, and solution to, all of life’s problems.”
You seem to be implying those things are incompatible. I’m watching what appears to be a mini – Louie marathon on FX, so I know you’re full of crap. They just showed the 4 am pancake breakfast with the girls finale with the slow pan down the street.
Are you denying that I just laugh / cried?
I don’t think the kind of sobbing Louie causes is the same as the kind of sobbing MoDo causes.
True. One’s cathartic and the other is pathetic. One of the two.
And now the super-competent neighbor who guides Louie through his sisters’ pregnancy “scare.” Book-marked by the club scene where he riffs on the strangeness of making a new friend when you’re a guy in your forties.
In the open, his youngest told him she didn’t love him as much as Mom for some dumb-ass reason that only makes sense to a five-year-old. It’s in and out of her head in an instant, but it cuts him to the bone & he is dead if he lets the pain show on his face when he’s helping her get ready for bed.
Fuck you, Louie C.K., you emotionally manipulative bastard.
But what does Max Boot, “one of America’s leading military historians and foreign-policy analysts…a preeminent military historian (did I mention he was a really bitching military historian?) who has advised generals, policymakers and political leaders on the subject,” have to say about all of this?
Dowd et al thought Rice, Obama, etc were basically talking about a crowd finding spontaneously generated heavy weapons and then using them in an attack….
ms. dowd has been barking mad, since she found out (via clinton) that one can have sex, without the necessity of a full-blown, lace curtain, irish-catholic wedding. it didn’t help.
one really must not pay attention to clinically insane people, writing clinically insane things.
The only time she was, or is, readable, is when she’s taking apart Clueless W and Dastardly Dick, and the Catholic Church for covering up decades of dick-diddling little children by their priests and laity.
I wish the NY Times paid me 6 figures a year to put my neuroses on display for all to see.
Must be nice.
Iirc her potshots at W were more snotty and tedious than anything else. So… basically in line with everything else she’s ever done.