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Because there's too much good stuff going on out on the Ceres of Toobz(^TMthe late Ted Stevens) for you to waste your time looking for Beckapalooza coverage on C-SPAN.

Wonkette promises to be fun viewing today. (h/t TBogg, who also promises some damn fine coverage. No, I'm not in favor of pointing at overweight disabled people and laughing. I'm in favor of making fun of STUPID, IGNORANT overweight disabled people who think the laid-off are parasites and who get a Social Security check and Medicare and then go to rallies decrying "socialism." Yes, it would be better if we could just TALK to them and try to bring them around, but ZOMG THERE'S A BLACK MAN IN THE WHITE HOUSE -- and what can we say to THAT -- Albert Pujols notwithstanding, because for some reason, even the most rabid racists seem to think it's OK for black men to entertain them in sports venues.

By the logic of Mark Fonseca Rendeiro, we will stay in Afghanistan forever.

Cookie Jill takes a look back at the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.

Crooks and Liars has had work done, and I must say, they look fabulous.

So our beloved Tata, she of the fabulous fashion and decorating sense, who actually still cooks great things using fresh ingredients that she grew herself, went and got married to the equally fabulous Artist Currently Known As Pete, who is equally as good a cook, and we had to find out about it like this. Mazel tov, you crazy kids!

What Sean said.

When I was in my silly youth, I used to wear 3" heels while on my feet all day in a retail job. It was only a couple of years ago that I took the satin slides with the 4" heels and rhinestone trim over to the thrift shop because there was no way in hell I would ever wear them again. I wore heels for-frickin-ever, because that's what you do when you are young and female in this society, and later on because you are 4'10" tall. And then when you are fifty, you are reduced to buying sandals with arch supports and going to Joe's New Balance Outlet web site to see what Aravon shoes they have on sale that don't make you look like you're ninety -- because those are the best damn shoes for those of us who have falling arches due to age and who are prone to plantar fasciitis. It is against this backdrop that we link to Amanda, who muses on what we do to women's feet in this society in the name of fashion. I blame Sarah Jessica Parker.

If the teabaggers would listen to Bustednuckles instead of Glenn Beck, maybe we could get somewhere.

Driftglass explains why his ragging on the idiotic David Brooks matters.

Konagod and Mr. Konagod have been threatening the sanctity of heterosexual marriage for twenty years this week. Happy anniversary, you crazy kids!

That should keep you out of trouble for a while. Now I'm going for a walk. It's a lovely 60 degrees and sunny out, it's going to be 95 every day for the next four days, and I'm going to go do the lis pendens tour of the neighborhood. The list gets bigger every day.