One exemplar would most certainly be Rose McGowan:

Let us say, for the sake of argument, that this represents a brace of Irish Wolfhound puppies.

I realize that this is a promo pic for Charmed, but still . . . give a dog a bone.

Quintessential sweater girl beneath the fold.

If you’re interested in the primacy of the Irish, I recommend you turn your attentions here, halfway down the page and ff.

Thanks, Harper’s!

Major Moran vs. Major Moron

(via Power Line)

And while we’re inviting screen spittle, we might as well mention:

Just last month, the Federal Housing Finance Agency (FHFA), the agency that runs Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, responded to our FOIA lawsuit by telling us that none of the documents we seek are subject to public disclosure under the FOIA.

Here’s the exact language the Obama agency used in its recent court filing: “Any records created by or held in the custody of the Enterprises (Fannie and Freddie) reflecting their political campaign contributions or policies, stipulations and requirements concerning campaign contributions necessarily are private corporate documents. They are not ‘agency records’ subject to disclosure under FOIA.”

So there you have it. American taxpayers are paying the tab for the collapse of Fannie and Freddie but are not allowed to obtain any information about why it happened. The Obama administration is saying, in effect, “None of your business.”

Transparency.

But to me, someone of Irish extraction, what started out as fun has grown tiresome.

Nonetheless, I get it.

What is obnoxious is the impression that we Americans of Irish Descent like to argue, drink, and fight. Nothing could be further from the truth, as I tried to explain to this most impolite butt-head at the pub the other night. I finally had enough of his fecking shite and after several more rounds of his jabbering smacked him upside the head with me bar stool… the fecking c*nt. Or so me buddies told me the next day when they found me in the fecking ditch… resting a wee bit.

A trio of golfers at a Birmingham, Alabama course notified police of a bag floating in one of the ponds. Whether they fished the bag out and opened it, the article doesn’t say, but authorities believe that its contents are likely the body of a local “potato chip scion” who’s been missing since early this month.

The Bashinsky family is the majority shareholder in the investment company that owns Golden Enterprises, a regional chip manufacturer that had $122 million in sales in the last fiscal year.

Bashinsky was last seen at a Birmingham office building on March 3. His car was found several days later, just two miles from the Highland Park Golf Course, where the body was discovered.

On March 4, Golden Enterprises received an anonymous letter critical of the Bashinsky family for making millions of dollars at the expense of the company’s workers, according to the Birmingham News.

The letter compared the family’s business practices to “vampires.”

When reached by ABCNews.com, no one at Golden Enterprises, maker of Pork Cracklin Strips and Golden Flake potato chips, said they were authorized to speak about the letter.

This vampirephobe appears to be alienated from the means of production. I would suggest Stacy go down there to investigate it, but I know he doesn’t care for Southern Gothic.

Also hard to visualize due to defects in information is the following story: “Man used penis to assault female officer“. Settle down, people; the penis he used was his own. Sheesh. But what? Is he so tall that she came up to his waist, or is she so short, or was he standing on a table, or was it merely so long? This is the sort of mystification that keeps one awake at night, and unworthy of the trade. (h/t Duchess Rebecca)

Yeah, I have to admit I was one of the guys who laughed about the boat thing.

What struck me most about the interview was her saying that one should never try to change a man, but that she wanted to help Johnny integrate. Holy shit.

Hope you feel better soon, buddy, and thanks again for the screen..

This is a case of the hair of the tail of the dog doing the wagging, and it’s beyond preposterous, beyond craven, and beyond hypocritical.

Where are those who said that the euphemism Enhanced Interrogation Techniques was Orwellian?

What? Deficit? I’m going to use that money to pay the rent, and then I’m going to use it again to buy beer. What are you looking at, fool?

BTW, Obama administration 30-plus percent less transparent than Bush’s.