Governoring is hard:

The computer in the bedroom is set-up to run a slide-show before it goes into sleep mode and since I have thousands of dog pictures we get a basset show every night before going to sleep. As if they don’t dominate every other waking moment of our lives.

New additions this week include a new Eels, Rancid, and Diane Birch (who, depending on who is talking about her, sounds like Carole King/Stevie Nicks/Norah Jones/Amy Winehouse/Duffy/Patsy Cline and every other female singer of the past fifty years.

Max Blumenthal goes to Jerusalem and interviews young Israeli and American Jews about Obama.

The other night Keith Olberman called out National Journal’s resident douchebag Stuart Taylor for, well, being a douchebag….

Shorter George Will:

We haven’t seen much of Cornell Law School pity hire William A. Jacobson since he got himself caught up in one of those bizarre wingnutty sideshows that conservatives were busied themselves with while spitting the bit in the past election.

Amateur economist/historian/human Amity Shlaes discovers that rich people are scrapping together enough money (presumably by dumpster-diving for recyclables) to buy copies of poorly written plutocracy fan-fic…

Granted you can’t really compare North Islamistan or whatever with Utah (although when it comes to the availability to alcoholic beverages, you can probably call it ‘even’)

Politico, seeking to win the day on the internets, gives space to rejected loser Rick Santorum who explains why he would “just say no” to Sotomayor..