Bill Maher recently visited my stompin' grounds, the very Maher-friendly Portland, to warn of rampant retardation in the ruling class. The biggest non-punchline applause line of the night: "Where are the Democrats' balls?" The most thought-provoking idea not related to balls: the phrase "global warming" sounds way too nice.
And he's absolutely right. "Warming" is something we do to a cinnamon bun on a drizzly Sunday morning. It's what one's frozen-footed wife is looking for when she snuggles her tootsies against...
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