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In which our intrepid correspondent offers up some unsolicited advice to the legions of whale rescuers: leave them alone!

In which our intrepid correspondent finally stands up on his hind legs and rebukes the Breck Girl for his two Americas- those that barricade themselves from the press in hotel bathrooms and those that don't.

In which our intrepid correspondent tries to explain our fascination with picking on the poor poodle person that is L.A. County Inmate #9818783.

In which our intrepid correspondent speaks from an 8 year old heart on the beginning of the greatest time of the year: the opening of baseball season!

In which our intrepid correspondent redirects his unspecific fury to focus on the land of boldfaced names, the traditional hunting ground of the tabloids. But don't worry, he didn't hurt his back none by stooping over.

In which our intrepid correspondent gets to the bottom of who's zooming who in the whole ugly Mark Foley affair.

In which our intrepid correspondent speaks about math, arithmetic the configuration of numbers, pure and simple and their relationship or lack thereof to our Commander-in-Chief.

In which our intrepid correspondent ponders the game of Constitutional Chicken that Congress and the White House are currently engaged in.

In which our intrepid correspondent trots out a typical attack ad funded by one of those rascally 527 organizations.

In this episode, our intrepid correspondent worries about the president's welfare on the international stage.

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

In which our intrepid correspondent relives those glory days of 1993 when Hillary Clinton was accused of being a witch but managed to prove her accusers wrong by not floating.

In which our intrepid correspondent questions the motives of Mister Magoo as he stumbles through the wreckage of his presidential campaign.

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 figuratively shoots a Supersoaker at the Olympic Torch, but with, as always, a modicum of taste. No MSG.

In which your intrepid correspondent gets to the bottom of the brainwashing currently going on to convince right-thinking patriots to cut and run.

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 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 peruses the possibility of punting pulchritudinous preteens planning plane travel.

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