Wednesday Big Blue Smurf Blogging: What They Said

As you may have noticed, I've been trying to keep it clean over here. Because I am in the position of having to seek gainful employment, this here little bloggeroo is likely to get me into enough trouble, what with turning poor Nipper into some kind of freakshow mutant McCain Hound and explaining what my aspirations for Feisty Old Broadhood are, without cursing like a longshoreman. It's difficult, too, for a trashmouth like myself, when faced with the train wreck that is Nipper McCain, to keep it clean. Oh, the sacrifices we make in the quest for filthy lucre.

But tonight we honor a blogger who is under no such restrictions, and who has been on a real tear lately, and that is our good friend Ornery Bastard. And while I wouldn't want to have to clean up after him, he's pretty much covering the sputtering, let-it-all-hang-out beat while I'm here trying to figure out if I can still walk in heels.

So go visit him for a while and catch up on just about everything he's written this month, especially his screed about Karl Rove from earlier this month.

Money quote:

I get so angry at that little episode alone, I won’t bother to try and list the many, many things that you should be hiding from.
The subpoena that HJC has?
Dude, in my book, you had better stay gone, forever. You could very well be the modern Eichman, and you know it.
You know damn good and well Bush and Cheney would truss you up and use Revlon Lip Gloss and and preparation H on your pretty little mouth, right before they staked you out in front of the nearest Fire ant mound and put a can opener into a 55 gallon drum of honey dripping down the crack of yer ass while they try to make the first helicopter out of town.
Fool. they not only don’t have your back, they are hoping to use you as a distraction.
The price you pay, traitor.

Executive Privilege also means throwing chum to the investigators to keep them busy.