This is amazing. As budge director, Josh Bolten added $2 trillion to our national debt - and he had the balls to name his band "DEFICIT ATTENTION DISORDER".
his options, Mr Bush might also ask Mr Bolten, an amateur musician, why
he recently changed the name of the rock band in which he plays on
weekends. The band was called The Compassionates (presumably after the
forgotten tag of Mr Bush’s first campaign – Compassionate Conservatism).Mr Bolten renamed his band Deficit Attention Disorder: another possible epitaph for the Bush years.
Everyone seems to agree that he is a "nice guy", but it's certainly clear he has no shame.
As if California's 50th Congressional District
doesn't have enough trouble already, what with former Rep. Randy
"Duke" Cunningham going to prison, one of the candidates vying to
replace him suffered an embarrassment of his own today. Howard Kaloogian, a Republican
running for Mr. Cunningham's vacant seat, posted a photo on his Web site of
what he said was downtown Baghdad, showing a busy but orderly intersection,
with shoppers and taxis and a young couple walking hand-in-hand. Mr. Kaloogian,
a co-founder of the conservative group Move America Forward and a key player in
the recall of former California Gov. Gray Davis, said the photo was evidence
that the news media weren't telling the truth about progress in Iraq . But the
blogosphere, as it is wont to do, attacked the picture's accuracy ferociously,
noting the photo included trees, signs with non-Arabic characters (and Turkish
words) and women wearing tight clothing, stuff that is apparently not in
abundance in downtown Baghdad.
Eventually, someone unearthed another photo of the very same intersection --
taken in the busy Bakirkoy shopping district of Istanbul. This
afternoon, much of Mr. Kaloogian's site was unavailable for viewing. Joshua
Michael Marshall, a columnist for "The Hill" and a liberal blogger,
said that Mr. Kaloogian admitted to him that the picture was indeed of and that a
staffer had inadvertently placed it on his Web site. Mr. Kaloogian could not be
reached for further comment. WSJ
T-shirt that not only says “MILF Hunter” but also illustrates the hunt
Making my way to a Sunday brunch of eggs, corned beef hash, sausage, and
pancakes, I saw R— wearing a camoflage T-shirt that said, "MILF
Hunter" on the front.
The front of the shirt was Beverly Hills compared to the hillbilly backside: a cartoon
silhouette of a man and woman having sex doggy style, with the man’s face
smiling, a hunter's cap adorning his head. The man was labled, "Me,"
the woman, "Your Mom.
"That's the worst fucking shirt I've ever seen," I said.
"I can't believe you're going to wear that in public," one of the
other guys said, to a murmur of agreement.
"Where else would I wear it?" R— asked. Unfortunately, he stumped us
with that one, and R— proceeded to step out onto the Las Vegas strip in the worst T-shirt ever
I'm going to start reviewing some NYC restaurants, but since I'd be at home eating from a trough I'll pass it off to my better half...
For all the hubba-ba-loo
surrounding Spice Market, I had high expectations. After all, it’s not every day I book my
dinner reservations months in advance. So when I arrived at Spice Market, I expected to really be “wowed”. The evening got off to an auspicious start
with the homeless man perched at the entrance requesting donations to “his
pizza fund” and that “no pepperoni should be left behind”. This man knows
marketing and knows where to find his profitable customers. Getting inside was also a challenge – not
because of the homeless man, but rather, two B&T gals who busted their way
out nearly bowling me over. The
B&T’ers leaving should have been my first sign. The host and hostesses are not hard to miss
since they basically act as a bouncer at the door immediately asking you if you
have reservations. Host is too kind of a word. They are really just disheveled prepsters sporting Daddy’s tweed blazers
(complete with elbow patches) and a heavy attitude. Despite, calling three months in advance,
apparently this wasn’t enough notice for these preppies who told us they
“weren’t ready for us”. We hung out at the bar for a good 30 minutes before we
After about 30 minutes, we
were ready to eat. Since the menu is
unavailable on standard menupages.com, this was my first glimpse and I have to
say, I was underwhelmed. Spice Market
is Taj on steroids. The appetizers had a
great variety, but the mains left something to be desired. I started with the chicken samosas which were
excellent – however, if you fried the Wendy’s thumb I would probably think that
was delicious as well. I had a little
trouble enjoying them though since Spice Market has not yet mastered the
arrival of both appetizers at the same time. I had eaten my samosas by the time wsjks’ lobster rolls arrived. For
anyone who knows me, this is a long delay.
Post-appetizer, we were
still waiting for our wine but it at least arrived before our entrees. Good thing too, since those left much to be
desired. My chicken curry was really just
a whole chicken cut into quarters, still on the bone in a big bowl of oil
soup. Wsjks had a sea bass entrée which
looked good but was gone before I could make any final determination.
As suspected, the service
also left much to be desired. Our waiter
could not have been over 12 though it’s hard to say since we only saw him twice
the whole night. Actually, correction – you can’t miss the waiters since they
are wearing bright orange shirts (better suited for opening bear hunt day) but
whether or not they stop at your table is another thing. The last and final disappointment of the
evening was the waitresses. They have been described as “eye candy” in many
reviews and are suppose to be a real draw for the banker crowd. The waitresses back fat rolling over their
once famous orange racer back shirts is a clear sign that Spice Market has
“jumped the shark.”
Skip Spice Market and
order Thai in instead. The food will be
better and so will the service.