Martin Longman a contributing editor at the Washington Monthly.
He is also the founder of Booman Tribune and Progress Pond. He has a degree in philosophy from Western Michigan University.
I’m having a baked potato with all the good stuff on it. Husband brought home the most enormous potatos I have ever seen. I baked them when company came on Saturday and they were so huge we have several left over.
It is still just cracking me up! I even picked out which success testimonial would have been mine. Crystal F.: “I used to suffer terribly from dirty dreams about boys. Thankfully, now my Iron Hymen Libido-Be-Gone<sup>TM</sup> thong panties keep my dreams clean – and my yucky cooter bone-dry!”
On many a workday lunchtime, the nominal boss of U.S. intelligence, John D. Negroponte, can be found at a private club in downtown Washington, getting a massage, taking a swim, and having lunch, followed by a good cigar and a perusal of the daily papers in the club’s library.
“He spends three hours there [every] Monday through Friday,” gripes a senior counterterrorism official, noting that the former ambassador has a security detail sitting outside all that time in chase cars. Others say they’ve seen the Director of National Intelligence at the University Club, a 100-year-old mansion-like redoubt of dark oak panels and high ceilings a few blocks from the White House, only “several” times a week.
Surely Negroponte needs a comfort zone, forced as he is to spends hours in the witness chair in front of congressional committees, fielding hot potatoes on subjects over which he has no control — the NSA’s warrantless surveillance, domestic spying by secret military intelligence units, paying newspapers in Iraq to run pro-U.S. stories.[..]
I’m having a baked potato with all the good stuff on it. Husband brought home the most enormous potatos I have ever seen. I baked them when company came on Saturday and they were so huge we have several left over.
I had a graham cracker and chocolate bar sandwich…but my excuse is that I’m studying and needed chocolate.
I’m so jealous….isn’t there some form of lunch chastity that you are losing though?
Chastity is overrated…
i dunno about lunch chastity, but my Cubano sandwich, jalapeno tacos and rice and beans are positively sinful.
right above the Florida panhandle. I have a choice between fried and double fried and posting things like that is torturing me!
It is still just cracking me up! I even picked out which success testimonial would have been mine. Crystal F.: “I used to suffer terribly from dirty dreams about boys. Thankfully, now my Iron Hymen Libido-Be-Gone<sup>TM</sup> thong panties keep my dreams clean – and my yucky cooter bone-dry!”
Lunch? Here ya go:
[Pic’d from Carrie’s Chocolates].
Wow. And to think that I once had an appetite. Though if I could just get past the name…
Raw STory says that S.D. just banned abortion- and that McCain says he would have signed the bill too.
Off to read…
Here is a link to the final bill that the SD Governor signed
South Dakota Abortion Bill
Oh yes and so it is. Can’t make this stuff up.
Lauren Rozen over at War and Piece via Josh Marshall and CQ.com has this observation on how one of ‘our senior Executives in DC spends his.
Wanna guess who? No, it’s not Chertoff but you’d be close.
3 hours in a private club, a daily massage, swim and a cigar.
Can we get him a pink slip without a parachute?