I know that’ll piss off his dog Rex. But I want to celebrate his master Bob tonight!
Who else could have given us the KEY documents so soon after the NYT article?
Official National Security Agency (NSA) logs on my calls and e-mails
Item:
Official: Bush authorized spying multiple times
NEW YORK – President Bush has personally authorized a secretive eavesdropping program in the United States more than three dozen times since October 2001, a senior intelligence official said Friday night.
Friends in high places. I have a few. One of them managed to get me the NSA logs of my e-mail and phone conversations dating from early 2002.
Who else could have written, back in March 2005 — at the height of the baseball steroid frenzy — the following:
I‘ve used steroids.
I continue to use steroids.
I use them to improve my writing. I‘ve noticed that since I‘ve been using steroids, my commas are thicker, heavier. My CAPITAL LETTERS are more firm and beefy. My sentences are stronger.
Do I know the risks? Of course I do. But being the best writer I can be is important to me. That’s why I went before Congress yesterday to testify about my use of steroids.
Read the transcript, below. …
Or this?
Year 2068: I’m dead. Terry Schiavo still alive.
For some reason, my crystal ball — which has been on the fritz ever since it predicted a Howard Dean victory in the Democratic presidential race — started working perfectly again today.
Suddenly, what appeared was a vision of the future. A calendar indicated the year to be 2068. The vision started at a graveyard… desolate, dark, covered in weeds.
Finally, a tombstone came cleary into focus:
Bob Johnson
1957-2054
“He wrote stupid stuff”
Or last month’s “Woodward to Become Own ‘Deep Throat’; Sell Book, Movie Rights for Millions” at DKos.
Anyone else want to share more of Bob? Here’s his blog link and here’s the link to his DKos diaries. Or add your own?
My dogs are TTTOFPH*
*Thumping Their Tails on the Floor and Panting Hard.
I stole this from Rex:
I will never forget reading Bob’s dog’s diary and actually almost peeing my pants I was laughing so hard. Sure could use a good dose of that humor here.
Has he ever posted a picture of Rex? I wanna see him.
You know, seriously for a minute: Bob is a hell of a writer. I wonder if he does it for a living.
Those were so funny! I think Rex is one of the bestest dogs…
and I needed a laugh. Holiday frenzy and all.
I just posted Dave Barry’s Holiday Gift Guide” (with clickable links and full color photos!) at Daily Kos.
Not to suggest it’s an original diary or that Mr. Barry’s in Mr. Johnson’s league. Bob is better than Dave. But it might produce a giggle or two.
Meant to tell you that I went to your diary, and laughed myself silly. Dave Barry is a riot too … I get his daily updates in my e-mail. is he still on hiatus?
three weeks ago and is probably on book tour. Don’t know for sure.
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I still remember that night.
Laughing so hard I thought I’d get another hernia.
Re-reading now brings tears. Anyone who did not read the full diary of Rex – follow Susan’s link (there is an unfortunate flaming story on the side, ignore it – just read Rex’ posts).
OMG Susan thank you for those links I saw Booman refer to this guy on another diary and didn’t have time to follow up. Thanks for this second chance I laughed so freaking hard I had to keep wiping my eyes. Bob Johnson is hilarious.
I’m thrilled you got to read him.
Last night, I just went through page after page of his diary archives at Kos and split my sides.
Sometimes, just reading the headline was enough to get me laughing.
Needless to say, he’s on my “hot list” at Kos. 🙂
Bob Johnson’s anger at the foolishness and criminality of this administration, and his self-possesion shine through all his writings whether ‘straight’ or humorous. His ability to balance and contrast the everyday world and the political world is among the things which make him one of the finest writers in the blog world. He is the finest kind of wit, he isn’t interested in making bon mots for their own sake, his wit is for a pupose.