Not fud, just funny

At least we know he's never looked at porn online.

Menage a trois

All politics is food.

He also links to the ultimate commentary on the Village losing one of its people.

But The Editors have a pretty sad observation as well: "He wasn’t alone, dying today, although the others passed without the benefit of A-list eulogies."

If the label says it's food

it must be. Let them count the ways. . .

(Filched from Thomasmc)

Not fud, just inspiring

Drive-by messaging. 

(Filched from Jesus' General, where only the strong of stomach should watch virtual McLame doing his interpretive dance.) 

The wrong end

of the alimentary canal.

If this came in an apron

I'd order one. 

No fud, just incisive

Cliffsnotes on a scandal: We can't "let these people back into polite society." 

Eat your heart out, MoDo

Bambi, my ass.

(Forelock tug to Sadly, No.)

Feeding time

For lapdogs. Thank Allah Panchito is busy noshing at the truffle trough this election.

Almost worked

in New Orleans . . .

Not fud, just funny

Down to two. Almost.

Always the wrong end

of the alimentary canal with these guys.

Let alone arugula

And these are the guys paid to analyze why Hillary lost but never mention America really hates the Chimp's illegal war*? Speaking for the common man after $40 entrees?

*Amazing how quickly the lapdogs bury the evidence. Click now and the three American soldiers slaughtered are so far below the lede they might as well be disguised as cargo. 

A star crossed

My astropal may have the ultimate take on why the wingnuts won a victory that is already looking literally hollow, considering how appeasement can be a bitch in a country where a staggering 77 percent have turned against the conservative in chief. Next up, I hope, is a read on why an anchor baby would be so rabid about everything else that might be perceived as less than American. But at least I suppose we'll be spared breakfast burritos with sprinkles on top anytime soon.

One nation, under the bed

If wingnuts weren’t so easily freaked, they themselves would be scary. Apparently all we have to fear is Dunkin Donuts itself. Or at least Rachael Ray’s attempted French accent.

"We lack knowledge more than tools"

As I said over at the base camp, I have a new addiction. He’s a little too enamored of the Egotist and Molto Culo, but no one’s perfect. Funny how trawling through his blog turns up better diversions in my business than I find on most of the ones dedicated to all food, all the time (well, except for their detours into Ko lemmingism). Like this.

The only reason to get the Daily News on Sunday

As an antidote to the increasingly grim news emanating from NPR on my consort’s clock radio too early every morning, I start my days with a few serious laughs: Tony Auth, Jeff Danziger, Mike Luckovich, Pat Oliphant, Ben Sargent and Ann Telnaes (and half a dozen others if I am in total procrastination mode). Food figures into their wit surprisingly often, but not usually as brilliantly as this.