Probably "I can't breathe in here! Get me out of this place."

I hate to speak ill of the dead, especially in the time between their death and funeral.

Ah, who am I kidding? I love to speak ill of the dead. I'm just like Geoff B. - I mean, there hasn't even been enough time to do the proper rituals to raise the Ted Kennedy from the grave and make him a flesh eating zombie, and Geoff, rather than let the family and friends mourn for a few days, decides it's time to make sure we all know just what a loser this guy was.

As soon as Geoff B. dies, you can expect this blog to do a post about that one time in Vegas (it involved Geoff B, a duck and two recently unemployed cab drivers) and all the times he refused to tip waitresses every time he ordered a sandwich.

Also, Geoff murders hobos. But I'll save the details until after he dies. Because, you know, I love to speak ill of the dead. The dead stink - they're dead after all. It's not like we believe the dead are aware of us and have a chance for redemption, right?

Beware the Illuminati!!!

Just when I thought the rhetoric amongst the right wingers on the 'Nacle could never get as crazy as the rhetoric amongst the left wingers during Bushitler the second's reign -

Well, it's not quite there, but give them time. Bookslinger gives us an early preview.

Of course, the left is still behaving badly - witness BCC using blatantly sexual terms to refer to citizens expressing their Constitutional rights. (Scroll down to the 18 Aug links). At least the right behaved itself during chimpymcbushitler II's term of office. The left is just acting crude.

[Yeah, yeah. I've been away, pursuing other career options - but I discovered unembodied beings can't really get hired. And I'm a little behind. Give me time to catch up].