In no particular order, they are as follows:

Algore debate someone who actually knows something about climate change.

Harry Reid in cuffs doing the perp walk.

Edward R. Murrow rise from the dead just long enough to publicly call Keith Olbermann an asshole.

All of John Kerry’s military records.

Katie Couric make an on-air admission that she’s in way over her head and that she’s leaving broadcasting to open a cheerleading camp.

Dennis Miller slap the shit out of Bill Maher.

OJ spend the rest of his life in the slammer.

Bruce Springsteen leave New Jersey and move to Berkeley where he belongs.

Jim McGreevey and Jon Corzine caught on tape foot tapping in adjacent stalls in a Newark Airport men’s room.

Hillary and Nancy Pelosi in a hair pulling, eye scratching, screeching fist fight.

Denny’s operatives got there before PRS’s did. Duck and cover!

Yeah, I’m talking to those of you who have given some thought to attending the upcoming Spring BlogFest a/k/a Jersey Blogmeet on April 5th in Princeton, but who haven’t yet taken the plunge.

I suspect that you’re thinking runs something like the following, to which I will add my commentary, as a veteran of ten blogmeets in five different states:

Jeez, I won’t know anyone there.
It may take you all of three minutes to know a dozen people. Bloggers are an exceedingly friendly bunch. After ten minutes, you’ll find it hard to get a word in edgewise, because bloggers are not only friendly, they are also loquacious blabbermouths.

Princeton? I’ve heard of the school (Yeah, it’s the one that lost the first intercollegiate football game to Rutgers), but getting there is a pain in the ass.
Car – easy. Princeton sits on Route 1. Trains: They run from various places in Jersey and from Philly and New York. Teresa is making the trek from Massachusetts and the Wiseass Jooette will be schlepping in from the New York Shithole Brooklyn. The Triumph Brewery (the site of the festivities) is walking distance from the station.

What if it’s borrrrrring?
Bloggers? Boring? You’ll be surrounded by peeps who love to write and love woids and who are excellent bullshitters story tellers. Boring? No farookin’ way.

What if I think all the people there are jerks?
I suppose that non-bloggers might think that people who spend too much time sitting in front of a computer reading blogs and way too much time writing stuff to shoot out into cyberspace are jerks, but what the hell do they know?

Will they think I’m a jerk?
I suppose that’s possible, if you plan to show up needing a bath and spending a good deal of time picking your nose or ass and farting loudly and often. Come to think of it, I suspect that farting loudly and often might make you the life of the party. “My goodness, did you hear that? He farts like Hemmingway.”

I have nothing to say to these people.
You have nothing to say? You’re a BLOGGER, fer Chrissake.

My sock drawer needs arranging on April 5th.
Sorry ass. Look, I’ll even let you touch my great farookin’ hair. That’s a helluva lot better than arranging socks or some shit.

So, cut the crap and click HERE to sign up already.

I am content light, which provides me with an excellent opportunity to suggest that you watch this video. Get a drink, and get ready to settle in for damned near two hours. Of course, you could watch it in installments, if you prefer.

For those of you of who, for whatever reason, were not politically engaged at the time of Whitewater, the infamous cattle futures and much, much worse Clintonian Crap, this will be an eye-opener. For those of us who were sickened by it all, real time, this will be an excellent refresher.

Partisan? Sure. The folks who produced this video clearly were not fans of the Clintons. A bit heavy on the conspiracy angle? Maybe. But, there are plenty of hard facts in the piece, from which you can draw your own conclusions.

One conclusion is, however, inescapable. These are bad peeps.

h/t to Braden’s Corner of the Net

Yes, longtime (rongtime) reader (leader) and commenter (with a direct line to Kim Jong Il), JihadGene has fired up his vely own Brog.

What you wait for, GI? Go lead now.

I have seen variations on this theme before, but it is something that should be kept in mind the next time you hear some politician bleating about “tax cuts for the rich.”

Yesterday at 5:35 p.m., while I was in the process of digesting a most excellent Easter dinner at the house of daughter TJ and son-in-law (Mr. Surly), the ol’ SiteMeter clocked the 500,000th visit to this site.

The 500,000th visitor came via Atlantic Broadband from Centreville, Maryland, using Windows XP and a Firefox Browser. He/she was referred here by our buddy Mostly Cajun, and I thank him for that.

To all who have come here on purpose to read my silly scribblings, thank you. I also thank those who may have stumbled on the place by accident and decided to return. In addition, a big thank you to the bloggers who have linked to stuff I’ve written and/or placed PRS on their blogrolls.

A very special thanks to the Nicest Guy in the Blogosphere who keeps the place up and running and to my friend Mike, the Computer Mavin, who is responsible for plugging in all those wires behind my desk into the things on my desk that make all this cyber nonsense possible.

Bill Richardson, former presidential candidate and Bill Clinton’s former energy secretary and ambassador to the United Nations, called Hillary just before publicly endorsing Barack Obama for the presidency. According to Mr. Richardson, the conversation “got a little heated.” James Carville, a longtime Clinton attack dog, wasted no time in making a not-so-thinly-veiled comparison between Richardson and Judas Iscariot.

Of course, PRS Operatives managed to obtain a transcript of the call, which is as follows:

RINNNNNNNG

Richardson: Hello, Hillary?

Hillary: Speaking. Who is this? Bill? Bill Richardson? Long time no hear.

Richardson: Yeah, Bill Richardson here. I wanted to talk with you …

Hillary: How are you Bill? We’ve been calling for days now, and we didn’t hear from you. Is everything OK with you?

Richardson: Yeah, Hillary. I’m fine. I’m calling, because I need to tell ….

Hillary: Everything OK with the family?

Richardson: Yes. Everything is fine. Please, I have to discuss something with you.

Hillary: Hey, what are friends for? Go ahead.

Richardson: Well, the thing is – I will be endorsing Barack.

Hillary:

Richardson: Hello? Are your there?

Hillary: Goddamned Sp*c!

Richardson: What did you say?

Hillary: You heard me, you miserable turncoat prick! This after all my husband did for your sorry ass? Hell, he even spent Super Bowl Sunday watching the game with you, eating a shitload of nachos and chicken wings and listening to your bullshit!

Richardson: I’m sorry, but I wasn’t comfortable with the tone of the campaign lately.

Hillary: Bullshit! You kissed my ass big time for the Vice President spot, and now I guess you figure you have a shot at it with the black guy. You’re an asshole. You’re going under the same bus his grandma did! Piece of shit!

Richardson: I thought you said we were friends.

Hillary: Friends? Don’t make me laugh, you wetback turd.

Richardson: I’m sorry you feel that way, Hillary.

Hillary: “Hillary?” It’s Senator Clinton to you, asshole. And, when I become President Clinton, the only goddamned job you’ll get in this country is picking lettuce!

Richardson: Well, I guess that’s that. Good bye and have a happy Easter, Senator.

Hillary: Eat shit and die.

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It has been quite some time since Jimbo’s Deli updated its menu of specialty, celebrity-named sandwiches. We offer here an alternate version of the Ted Kennedy and six brand new entries. Without further ado, they are as follows:

The Ted Kennedy 2
A whopping pound of pan-seared sperm whale blubber served with an entire loaf of spongy white bread.

The Spitzer
Five-Diamond, well seasoned young tuna on sourdough bread. (Full payment in advance required)

The McGreevey
Two hot dogs in one soft taco. (Served with special TGIF relish)

The Sharpton
Hog jowls (greasy, like you like ‘em) topped with baloney and served on stale bread.

The McCain
Nothing but a heaping portion of freshly picked lettuce served on thick crusted white bread.

The Jeremiah Wright
Piles of turkey (no Goddamned white meat!) served on cornbread.

The Obama
One slice of black bread and one slice of white bread with nothing inside.