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February 13, 2012

When I say I think Chris Matthews has a brain tumor, I am trying to be charitable.

I dearly hope a Charles Whitman-type autopsy someday reveals that Matthews’s obnoxious manner and twisted worldview
were the tragic side effects of a hideous growth the approximate mass of a Titleist. The alternative—that he thinks and speaks as he does of his own free will—is almost too depressing to contemplate. --Chris Matthews: A Tingle Inside the Skull - Taki's Magazine

Posted by gerardvanderleun at February 13, 2012 8:49 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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William F, Buckley, I am told, once responded to some uber-Lefty making some uber-Leftist point on Firing Line that he respected his guest too much to ever conclude he actually believed any of what he had just said.

But, in the spirit of bipartisanship, I will donate $50 for an operation to put a tumor into Matthew's skull if he doesn't already have one.

Posted by: Scott M at February 14, 2012 4:44 AM

worst part about travelling with my flmaiy and staying in hotels is they are all out by 8 pm and I'm wide awake. Unfortunately we're all in the same room. And I don't have a laptop. Sigh one day!@ :I swear sometimes I think I am the only person on the planet with kids too young to stay home alone. Funny thing, all three top managers at the store are expecting additions to their families within the next few months. Unfortunately, all three are men, so I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that nothing whatsoever will change. The only bright side is the big boss's wife is expecting their first, while the other two are on the 2nd or 3rd kid. I keep telling big boss he has no idea what's coming. He acts like he's listening, but I think he's gonna need to be slapped upside the head with a colicky, crabby baby and days of no sleep before he gets it. Mostly he just complains that the wife is moody. It takes all I have not to say Look dumbass. Your wife is 5 foot nothin, 100 pounds soaking wet, and she's starting to realize she's gonna be pushing out a 6-7 pound person. Damn right she's freaking moody. You're lucky she doesn't kill you in your sleep!

Posted by: Konjit at July 13, 2012 5:22 PM

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