Whoa! The ever-so-precious liberal weenie, Frank Rich, has given Hillary, her husband and her campaign a merciless thrashing. I doubt he’ll be invited to sup and schmooze with the Clintonistas any time soon. And, if Hillary ends up winning in November, I figure I’ll get an invitation to one of the inaugural balls before ol’ Frank will.

In fact, I’m thinking that Frank ought to read up on Arkancide.

We are heading off in a while to witness and then celebrate the wedding of the son of Ken, my friend and bodyguard, and the Deckmistress. The Usual Suspects will be there in force, so it promises to be a memorable shindig. Among the attendees will be Doctor Doctor, the Team Physician (with Mrs. Doctor Doctor) and the Stardust Shrink, the latter spending the night at the House by the Parkway.

The Usual Suspects, the Team Doctor and the Stardust Shrink all in one place at the same time – I’d say we’re ready to rock.

UPDATE: The Wedding and the reception were excellent. There was plenty of merriment and adult beverage consumption. I can happily report that no one was injured in the process.

The following morning (Sunday), we attended a breakfast hosted by two of the Usual Suspects in honor of the bride and groom. They provided their guests with an array of delicious breakfast items that would rival that offered by a Las Vegas casino. Mimosas and Bloody Marys were also available for the treatment of those who may have needed a bit of the hair of the dog.

Did someone say vodka-containing adult beverages?

Yes, there were plenty of vodka-based cocktails, which meant that in the Usual Suspects’ tradition, the “breakfast” lasted approximately twelve hours. We returned home from the “breakfast” several hours after dark.

Damn, I love these peeps.

Check out the list of stellar citizens (complete with colorful nicknames) who had their “businesses” interrupted yesterday. Don’t miss the link to Poip Walk.

Via Mister Snitch

I awoke this morning to find this news story about New Jersey’s Governor Jon Corzine and our U.S. Senator Bob Menendez, two well established Hillary toadies, each saying that the other would make a wonderful Vice President.

Of Corzine, Menendez said:

Corzine has the experience to lead the country on the major issues of the day — economic growth, health care and ending the war in Iraq.

I almost puked.

Then it was Corzine’s turn. He said:

Menendez has the ability to engage new voters in the political process.

Certainly the Governor was referring to Bob Menendez being Hispanic (although he was born and raised in New Jersey) and attracting Hispanic voters, but the truth is that if Bob Menendez engages new voters the way he did when he was a Hudson County political boss, he’ll simply pay them, give them a government job, or pluck their names from the cemetery rolls.

The good news for the country is that even Hillary Clinton is smart enough to realize that she needs either one of these guys on the ticket about as much as she needs a case of genital warts. The bad news for New Jersey is that we’ll be stuck with them for a while.

I saw this recipe at Curmudgeonly & Skeptical. Hell, I like bacon. I like vodka. What’s not to like here? In addition, I figure that, during this election year, vodka will become a staple.

Even though it didn’t work out well for this fellow, I am still all over this one ( I plan to fry the bacon real crispy). I have to buy a mason jar. We don’t put up many preserves (or make corn squeezin’s) at the House by the Parkway.

I’m thinking deviled eggs and bacon vodka.

I’ll keep youse guys posted.

When it comes to Hillary snark, Suzette has hit the long ball. Check it out.

While you’re at it, take a look at this Jersey Blogger’s advice for the Republican Party in the general election. Good stuff.

The polls were closed for about four minutes when New Jersey News (cable) called it for McCain.

I’m not surprised. One look at the state government, proves that the average New Jersey voter is about as stupid as a person can be and still manage to stand upright.

I made it part of the morning ground pound to stop by the polling place and vote for Mitt Romney. Sure, I know what the polls say, but I figure if you base your vote on polls, you’re no better than the politicians who base their “positions” on the polls, which unfortunately, describes the current crop of candidates to one degree or another.

Still, sitting it out is not an option for me. The right to vote, paid for in blood by generations, is more important to me than any stinking politician.

Those peeps who paint themselves silver or gold and stand still like a statue tend to creep me out, but I found this to be very cool. Two-hundred + people freeze on cue in Grand Central Station in New York City. Reminded me of a science fiction movie.

via Mister Snitch

Big Announcement.

Drumroll, please.

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LeeAnn, the Cheesemistress, is back! Here are her new digs. So, get over there, already.