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In which our intrepid correspondent waxes poetic about Labor Day. Stop. Stop. I'm getting all teary here.

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

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

In which the husk of a shell of what used to be our intrepid correspondent throws in the towel after valiantly suffering through 800,000 Democratic debates.

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

In which our intrepid correspondent speaks about the holiday that features the best of all worlds: tryptophan poisoning and four story tall balloons careening off lampposts in downtown New York City.

In which our intrepid correspondent, in honor of the Super Bowl, breaks down the President's new budget on a virtual blackboard of X's and O's and it turns out you and I just got X'ed.

In which our intrepid correspondent runs a mini marathon on the mobius loop of clarity.

In which our intrepid correspondent grudgingly admires the President for his steadfastness but then proceeds to bury him anyway.

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 wanders into the heart of the Midwest and gets confused by all the people huddling in the corners.

In which our intrepid correspondent rhapsodizes about the problems we have with a certain present ex-president - and a certain soon to be ex-president.

In which our intrepid correspondent tries to gather some clues as to the identity of the guy working out of the White House these days.

In which our intrepid correspondent speaks of the President speaking about the unspeakable.

In which our intrepid correspondent illuminates why that now the campaign is over, the biggest winners are we television viewers.

In which our intrepid correspondent revels in the return of the self immolating Democrats, so long in coming.

In which our intrepid correspondent illustrates the differences between the Republicans and the Democrats by focusing on their primary processes.

In which our intrepid correspondent climbs out from under the covers and deconstructs the President's oogie boogie plan.

In which our intrepid correspondent waxes eloquent on the passing of George Bush's Brain and wonders if they're going to replace the cavity with anything.

In which our intrepid correspondent, solely as a public service, enumerates a few of the missteps of the Bush Administration in regards to the misadventure that is Iraq.