While watching Sweeney Todd, my wife wondered aloud about the origin of the Barber’s pole.

The web is pretty cool for such wonders.

Every time I hear Hillary’s quote about Obama and RFK, I keep picturing Bill in overalls, chewing on a straw of hay lodged (cigar-like) in the corner of an ominous grin, and resting a double-barrel shotgun on his shoulder.

This really is a study of the psychology of campaigns and what happens when what is discussed in private (or at least in the unconscious) accidentally (or insanely) slips out.

Seriously. Most people who are on the receiving end of moments like this are getting a couple hundred an hour. Consider yourself officially deputized by the American Psychoanalytic Association.

Updated: Hillary is off the hook. This lady is on. Holy shit…

Ever wish you had the opportunity to save a friend’s life?

You just might.

I always considered the question: “How low can these right wing radio fuckheads go?” to be largely rhetorical.

Now it turns out we may actually have an answer (though there is always lower I guess…)

Michael Savage, ladies and gentlemen, Michael Savage.

Following the Spitzer debacle, I really thought that $5,500 would be the most amazing number of the year. But we have a new leader in that race.

Obama just rocked an Oregon crowd of a cool 65,000-75,000.

Hello Gresham.

(I keep picturing a bunch of rabid fans holding up lighters and calling out their top requests: “Social Security reform, Universal Healthcare, Free Bird.”)