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In which our intrepid correspondent reveals what it is that he admires about a man who is able to look evil while wearing a short sleeved shirt.

In which our intrepid correspondent questions the Administration's practice of firing perfectly good legal minds and replacing them with roommates of horse race association grooms.

In which our intrepid correspondent gives Hillary the benefit of the doubt while mulling over her chances of forestalling the inevitable.

In which our intrepid correspondent presages the tedious buildup to Super Bowl XLI by slamming it a full five days before it is destined to disappoint.

In which our intrepid correspondent gives the Prime Minister of Britain his props.

In which our intrepid correspondent ponders the possibility of an irascible yet lovable fill-in for Paul Harvey playing hard to get (to vote for).

In which our intrepid correspondent basks in the reflected heat of our lady of inevitability proves herself to be evitable.

In which our intrepid correspondent complains about the strange state of a confusing world that revolves around "me" - and it's not even him. Poor baby.

In which our intrepid correspondent offers up a few suggestions to Ms. Clinton for her official campaign song, and no, "Highway to Hell" isn't one of them.

In which our intrepid correspondent tries to follow the breadcrumbs of a certain U.S. Senator from Idaho, but gets lost somewhere around the North Dakota border. I know, you're shocked.

In which our intrepid correspondent turns his gimlet eye towards professional basketball and the wonderment that is the oddly named Utah Jazz.

In which our intrepid correspondent kind of gets all weepy. Well, as weepy as a hard-bitten, globe-hopping raconteur can get in mixed company.

In which our intrepid correspondent dreads a Summer of 50 dollar fill-ups and whines about it for approximately 90 seconds.

In which our intrepid correspondent wonders aloud on how all the Republicans can talk about Reagan and change at the same time.

In which our intrepid correspondent makes light of the perception problems facing the GOP in recent months. And he so enjoys doing it. He goes long.

In which our intrepid correspondent remarks on the remarkable experiment that could mean the end of his journalistic career.

In which our intrepid correspondent encourages the President to jump on the rehab band wagon and get the hell out of Dodge.

In which our intrepid correspondent continues to graciously hand out awards to a small group of public servants who have gone above and beyond the call of duty to make his job easier.

In which our intrepid correspondent rants a bit, discussing the really scary prospect of women becoming men's equals and what a come down that would be for them.

In which our intrepid correspondent lifts up the other rock obscuring the disreputable hedonists residing in the People's Republic of San Francisco in order that we can see all the little crawlies squirming there.