Résultats pour "dürst" dans Satire

In which our intrepid correspondent lifts up the rock obscuring those notorious liberal lifestyles to see the worms and insects that are squirming under there. Like him.

In which our intrepid correspondent investigates our president's faulty intelligence.

In which our intrepid correspondent waxes nostalgic over the last 12 months.

In which our intrepid correspondent peruses the possibility of punting pulchritudinous preteens planning plane travel.

In which our intrepid correspondent ponders the president and his love of of benches - and the whole family of flat seating surfaces.

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 gets his blood moving as he tries to thaw out from standing in the DC cold for six hours.

In which our intrepid correspondent addresses the whole problem of trying to fill out the news cycle in August and exacerbating the problem. As is his wont.

In which our intrepid correspondent speaks of the hot air bedeviling the southern end of the Mississippi and how it affects the hot air bedeviling the northern end of the Mississippi.

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 laments the passing of Goliath, felled by a slew of gnat-like Davids.

In which our intrepid correspondent investigates the delicate dance around the question of who receives our blessing for developing nuclear weapons - and who doesn't.

In which our intrepid correspondent attempts to get to the bottom of why this election is more crowded than Free Cash Day at Yankee Stadium.

In which our intrepid correspondent eviscerates the last two old rich guys standing.

In which our intrepid correspondent takes the president to task for his choice of Halloween attire, which featured him decked out as Mr. Alternative Energy Guy.

In which our intrepid correspondent hears your pleas and answers them with a long list of the good things George Bush has done for America.

In which our intrepid correspondent goes a little off the deep end with the whole satire thing.

In which our intrepid correspondent comments on our President's unique talent for attracting attention even when he's not all that interested in it.

In which our intrepid correspondent asks the musical question concerning the legions of Conservatives who continue to support Bush: who are these people?

In which our intrepid correspondent figuratively shoots a Supersoaker at the Olympic Torch, but with, as always, a modicum of taste. No MSG.