Ergebnis von "Will Durst" in Alle Kategorien

In which our intrepid correspondent makes no accusations at all about the South Dakota Senator Tim Johnson tragedy, but IF it does play out there was hanky panky involved, then he proposes a bit of the old tit for tat.

In which our intrepid correspondent ruminates on the human penchant for holiday sacrifice. And he ain't talking about tithes neither.

In which our intrepid correspondent figuratively shoots a Supersoaker at the Olympic Torch, but with, as always, a modicum of taste. No MSG.

In which our intrepid correspondent goes on and on and on about limits on free speech. And guess what? He's against them.

In which our intrepid correspondent wonders aloud on how all the Republicans can talk about Reagan and change at the same time.

In which our intrepid correspondent reveals what it is that he admires about a man who is able to look evil while wearing a short sleeved shirt.

In which our intrepid correspondent gets so confused by NASA's latest excuses that he perplexes himself. Admittedly, not all that hard to do.

In which our intrepid correspondent is determined to greet 2007 by coming up with a list of resolutions he is confident he can keep.

In which our intrepid correspondent berates his fellow citizens for just sitting back and taking it up the rear from the oil companies.

In which our intrepid correspondent turns his gimlet eye towards professional basketball and the wonderment that is the oddly named Utah Jazz.

In which our intrepid correspondent gets his blood moving as he tries to thaw out from standing in the DC cold for six hours.

In which our intrepid correspondent wages war with himself over the pros and cons of exercising his electoral muscle.

In which our intrepid correspondent castigates the Democrats for not being able to stir any movement across the aisle with an issue larger than Montana.

In which our intrepid correspondent flies in the face of conventional wisdom and defends Illinois Governor Blagojevich.... Nah. Like everybody else, he beats him like a rental car going off road over coastal gulleys.

In which our intrepid correspondent figuratively shoots a Supersoaker at the Olympic Torch, but with, as always, a modicum of taste. No MSG.

In which our intrepid correspondent kind of gets all weepy. Well, as weepy as a hard-bitten, globe-hopping raconteur can get in mixed company.

In which our intrepid correspondent rambles a bit. As he is wont to do. But it's kind of funny.

In which our intrepid correspondent contemplates the conundrum of canny 2008 presidential candidates circumventing cognitive customs.

In which our intrepid correspondent lifts up the rock obscuring those notorious liberal lifestyles to see the worms and insects that are squirming under there. Like him.

In which our intrepid correspondent wages war with himself over the pros and cons of exercising his electoral muscle.