OK, since Dawg’s away drinking…whatever cocktails are particularly Italian on whatever the Milanese equivalent of the beach is, I guess we have to find something to fill the dead air, so I’m going to appeal to the lowest common denominator here. Apparently, I totally missed an unintentionally hilarious clash of wingnutteries at last month’s CPAC conserva-jamboree. The whole 1-minute situation was utterly delicious and, as usual now I suppose, beyond parody.

Yeah, I know, too easy.