It’s TBogg! No, really, over there next to that bush… wait, where’d he go? Seriously, he was right there! See? See? Bassett droppings…

Horray, TBOGG comes up for air! Go USA, beat Ghana!

But….

Um, apes, not monkeys. Sorry, pet peeve.

Get back to your vacation, you!

But thanks for weighing on l’Affaire Weigel. Via one of his pals in the twittersphere, he commiserated with friends today; beer in sufficient quantities is a quick salve for wounds to the psyche, or something…

As long as he keeps being a good reporter, I’ll follow him anywhere he goes. If he’s been paying attention to how a number of his colleagues operate, he knows by now that cold-blooded sociopathy and shameless self-promotion offer the best pathway to fortune and fame, and up to now he seems to have avoided temptations to follow that path. So he remains a credit to an increasingly discredited profession, despite being a naive moron in posting those flames to that private listserve that media bottom-feeders used against him.

Still, it sucks to see him learn the hard way that ancient lesson, that as your star rises, the daggers start to come out. But that wound in the middle of his back will heal eventually, hopefully leaving him wiser but not bitter.

WaPo’s firing of Weigel for his observations is the equivalent of firing their sports reporter for mentioning tennis racquets while covering Wimbledon.

Heh, a silver lining in this Weigel business is watching the continuing process of wingnuts eating their own. More specifically, “mainstream conservative leaders” being mauled and chomped by the mindless and voracious Rushbot/Beckbot/Palinbot/TeaTard beasts they have nurtured and released over the years.

Case in point, via occasionally sensible conservative Conor Friedersdorf, is a post by racist rightwing former Washington Times editor R.S. McCain (whom I believe has served as a chew toy on occasion for the proprietor of this here blog). If you choose to read RSM’s post, make sure to read the comments too. Have fun with your pet chupacabras, McCain!

I am sorry, but there is no objective, honest political reporting allowed at the WaPoo!

Hulloooo!
Please pet the Boyz for all of us left behind. ‘Enkew.

If teh Boggs did that for all of us that would ask then those poor boys would either be the most spoiled dogs in the world or they would just be worn down to stubby legs.(Pet them for me though, T)

Which way did’ego? Which way did’ego? Weigal’s temporary demise is indicative of the fear of independant, authentic journalism. Drudge blows whales.

TBOGG COULDN’T RESIST! I knew it.

We miss you, buddy, and YOUR LITTLE DOGS, TOO.

Like Jane Goodall, Weigel was reporting on monkeys too, just his were the flying kind:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SESI19h4wDo

Hello TBogg! Puppy pets for the boys!

WaPo seems to have a problem with bloggers. They fired Dan Froomkin and they’ve fired Weigel. Could it just be that the old men who infest WaPo’s OpEd page were made a bit nervous by people who weren’t mailing in find-and-replace versions of their Carter-era work?

Yeah, the guests have been great, but I miss Mr. & Mrs. TBogg and the L&T Casey and the Dawgz. However, today’s post helps me maintain my faith that TBogg just won’t be able to resist the practically infinite possibiities for snark out there, once he’s all rested up.

Hmmm, I THOUGHT your predicted period of absence was suspiciously linked to the World Cup schedule.

In any event, welcome back (or not, should you need the lengthy period of mourning I do).

The world certainly seems doomed as doomed can be.

The good news: the world certainly seems doomed as doomed can be.

OH SHIT HE’S CHECKING UP ON US.

Everybody shove the mess into the closet.

Well, LEAN ON THE DOOR THEN.

Wake up whoever that is sleeping on the pool table and for God’s sake, help GWPDA find her socks.

What’s that under the … ewwww. How did we get peanut butter on the ceiling?

Lesley, I told you not to feed scotch to the ferrets! Now they’ve barricaded themselves in the rec room with a fuckton of ammo and are tossing out the severed heads of their hostages and demanding something called mouse pizza which I don’t even want to KNOW.

And I think someone said something last night about boywhores?

I am never babysitting you kids ever again.

A.

Mouse pizza… YUM! (Bring us a mouse pizza and we’ll untie Marion in Savannah. TEH KATZ)

Like reporting on dinosaurs without mentioning that they are extinct.

I think TBogg is moving us a new level of simile here.

This is some funny shit right there–especially the part about the drunken ferrets.

Crap. We gotta be good now? Damn. Hey, T. Welcome back. Bye. Thanks for your input. Much appreciated.

Monkeys??!!

Dear God, man! Are you trying to get your arms ripped off by an angry screeching black-haired beast? (No, I don’t mean Michelle Malkin) They’re apes. APES!!!

For the time being I suggest you stay clear of zoos and space programs.

Having a “Journolist” is like keeping a second set of books in accounting. No good will come of it. Ezra did well to stop it.

Actually, what’s sneaky is that TBogg doesn’t actually say he’s coming back [or when], so undoubtedly everyone here will be on “good behavior,” fearing his return is imminent.

the World Cup has to end sometime

I hate to say it, but that’s NOT peanut butter on the ceiling… eww

OK, that does it, I’m going to go hang out at Cute Overload and look at bassets for awhile while you guys clean up.

Your simple faith is duly noted. I only wish I shared it. As far as I can tell, the damn thing will never end.

Pup-pees…must have pup-pees…

TBogg! It’s the Boggster!! Bogg-o-roonay!! The Bogg-o-nator! Bogg-stoo-rama!!! Bogg-a-logga-ding-dong!!!