Teabagging Princess and homeschooling mom, Dana Loesch does not want your child listening to a black man talk about about personal responsibility and making sure that they are getting the best education possible, so she wants you to keep your kids home next Tuesday:

One of the perks that Vanity Fair’s contributing editor James Wolcott receives (besides getting first dibs on Graydon Carter’s used cummerbunds) is getting an early edition of Vanity Fair so that he can peruse his fellow writers work amidst the 300 plus pages of perfume ads and pictures of pore-less Ralph Lauren models.

Home late and Elaine has been dancing up a storm while waiting.

Republicans have no serious candidates in Massachusetts

McMegan’s people come out of the closet…

Bill Donohue, the Official Papal Rage Troll, has a new book out

Michelle Malkin (who, contrary to all evidence, does not use meth because it dampens her god-given natural paranoia and wildly varying mood swings) is all tweaked out…

Not Kristin, but she enhances the reading experience

South Carolina hovers expectantly over Georgia, licking its lips as it beholds the majesty of America’s Wang, Florida…

Oh hi.

It seems the everyone except Lindsey Graham is having sexitysexsexsex in South Carolina. The Governor likes his “south of the border” if you know what I mean.

Please join me in wishing the lovely and talented Casey a happy twentieth birthday.