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In which our intrepid correspondent grudgingly admires the President for his steadfastness but then proceeds to bury him anyway.

In which our intrepid correspondent expresses his sorrow at the collateral damage these boys have unthinkingly sprayed on the name game.

In which our intrepid correspondent takes issue with the NFL's lawyers who are attempting to secure superfluous trademark protection.

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 delves into the conundrum inside an enigma wrapped in beige that is Al Gore.

In which our intrepid correspondent waxes meanderingly over the trials and tribulations of America's newest beleaguered minority.

In which our intrepid correspondent takes on the impossible task, because it may not be a pretty job but someone's got to do it.

In which our intrepid correspondent gets jiggy with a clandestine convention of a controlling cadre of conservative Christian captains. You're going to have to listen to find out.

In which our intrepid correspondent tries to follow the breadcrumbs of a certain U.S. Senator from Idaho, but gets lost somewhere around the North Dakota border. I know, you're shocked.

In which our intrepid correspondent peruses the possibility of punting pulchritudinous preteens planning plane travel.

In which our intrepid correspondent waxes waggishly on the marvels of worldly want and wonder.

In which our intrepid correspondent lifts up the other rock obscuring the disreputable hedonists residing in the People's Republic of San Francisco in order that we can see all the little crawlies squirming there.

In which our intrepid correspondent provides unsolicited nutritional advice to the Speaker of the House.

In which our intrepid correspondent puts his head in his hands and mutters to himself about something the military tried to develop called the gay bomb.

In which our intrepid correspondent waxes liquidly about the quagmire, half a world away, that we find ourselves in.

In which our intrepid correspondent offers up some unsolicited advice to the legions of whale rescuers: leave them alone!

In which our intrepid correspondent wails, rails and assails this silly custom of giving away perfectly good money to people who don't seem to have our best interests at heart.

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 muses on the mascots of the season of rebirth and wonder that is Easter.

In which our intrepid correspondent speaks of the President speaking about the unspeakable.