Gone Gonzo, Part Deux

Ass cancer. I've been reading P.J. O'Rourke since I was eighteen, and I would have laughed my butt off if you had told me that. Ass cancer is for journalists like Naomi Klein. O'Rourke is like Hunter S. Thompson: a man's man. I always thought he'd go naked on the back of a Harley off a cliff, to quote from a Kids In The Hall sketch. Fortunately, it isn't that dire, and people with that form of cancer have a 95% survival rate. Here's to a speedy recovery, and may he write many more articles for decades to come.

I couldn't help but think of O'Rourke again when I was reading this post by Matt Welch. If the big wigs who run the Republican Party spent a little more time reading P.J. O'Rourke (or Matt Welch) and had sold their copies of BoBo's In Paradise on eBay - well, I hope they enjoy life under our new Democratic overlords.

Nota Bene: Please scroll down for the latest installment of my story, There Will Be Wind, which I posted about an hour ago.

Also, special thanks to my sweetie pie for sending me this video - it looks like all the cool kids are either voting for Obama or, uhm, Ron Paul this year. Reading Matt Welch's excellent biography, McCain: The Myth of a Maverick, I was horrified to learn that McCain wants to introduce media regulation that are more insane and oppressive than Canada's CRTC requirements and supports the ban on online gambling. Remember sweetie: since I can't throw my vote away on a third party candidate or a Ron Paul write in, only you can stop this truly horrible old man from becoming president.