Not fud, just excellent

And I am turning against look-back stories big time.

Not fud, just yes

But there is still no denying the similarities. One useful idiot just had a more practiced handler. 

Maybe Obama

doesn't need Alice running to the rescue. 

Not fud, just funny

Methew really would have been perfect. 

Finally

someone brings up Martha Stewart.

Yes, I'm a bitch

But I have to say I can like someone without condoning behavior. That's what editors are for.

More satisfying, less filling

than corn dogs and deep-fried Snickers.

So who on the Sulzberger masthead

is a regular at Le Cirque? The coverage has been slobbering. 

Not fud, just good

Kool-Aid from every faucet.

Not fud, just excellent

Would a few tons of coal ash shut up Turd Blossom? 

So that's where hair of the dog

comes from.

The doghouse

awaits.

I wondered if I was the only one

wondering if a reporter had not dipped into the eggnog before overwriting. 

Not fud, just worth remembering

I still recall our Brazilian friend hysterically packing up to move back home during this frenzy. Nothing since 9/11, my ass. 

Not fud, just infuriating

And he had the unmitigated gall to tack an MRI onto his "sympathy" tour. Can Jan. 21 come fast enough? 

Awareness

of all internet traditions -- newly minted in particular.

No accounting

for traditions.

HFS

Bad enough the errors were on what looked to be a blog post. In print? I guess all the layoffs were not just on the letters page. 

Loose lips

and no copy editors. Count the misspellings. 

Not fud, just illuminating

He ain't stupid, he's their leader. Donkeys never forget. 

Christmas makes people

fucking crazy. This is actually a pretty good story, but what a waste -- all that effort for no good cause. And 11 pounds of butter for 500 dozen cookies? Talk about loaves and fishes. . . 

Dr. Freud,

the Vatican's on Line 1. When is a sausage just an xmas gift? 

Something

smells fishy. 

Not fud, just good

A legacy, for sure. 

Go, internets

For some reason this post -- and the comments it elicited -- gives me absurd hope that the stories behind the promotions will finally be told. Eat your almonds, they said, and next thing you know we have a Torturer in Chief.