Via Trainwreck Media’s attempted hagiography of David Zucker’s for his careersuicide bomb “An American Carol” a snippet of a review of this turkey by Jeffrey Wells on his blog, Hollywood Elsewhere:

The laugh quotient is right up there with The Love Guru and confirms that David Zucker was always the Fredo of the ZAZ comedy mafia.

Sez John Cole: “Only in Greater Wingnuttia could making a really, really shitty movie be portrayed as an act of heroism.” Not bad, either.

Really Stupid Things I’m Glad I didn’t Write: From Trainwreck Media’s John Nolte post on the putative scourging of David Zucker:

“Ironically, Zucker could have made a fifth Scary Movie installment without anyone raising a single question about his sanity, character, career choices, or ‘funny bone.’”

The truly ironic thing is that Scary Movie 4 raised plenty of questions about Zucker’s character, career choices, and “funny bone”:

Isn’t it amazing to see just how low some people will stoop if you pay them just enough money?

This is no big revelation to those of us who tune into Jerry Springer on a regular basis. If you don’t, you may be surprised to spot Bill Pullman, Dr. Phil and Shaquille O’Neal among the many formerly respectable celebrities making like orangutans in service of the almighty paycheck.

The occasion is “Scary Movie 4,” the latest in the low-flying movie parody franchise spawned by the Wayans brothers, who wisely bailed out after the second sequel.

Or:

The even numbers don’t favor the “Scary Movie” franchise. Inspiration ran dry for the Wayans Brothers in No. 2; now successors David Zucker & Co suffer gag fatigue following up their moderately improving efforts on the third installment. “Scary Movie 4″ finds horror parody overshadowed by ho-hum groin blows, C-list celebrity cameos, slapstick child abuse, soon-to-be-forgotten hip-hop personalities, plus scatalogical and gay jokes; real laughs are few.

But among the other benefits of Wingnutism is the ability to blame a flailing (or completely failed) movie career on libruls.

By War Nerd, via Obsidian Wings, captures the inanity of Bush and the fecklessness of Georgia’s decision to attack Ossetia, all wrapped into one:

Most likely the Georgians just thought the Russians wouldn’t react. They were doing something they learned from Bush and Cheney: sticking to best-case scenarios, positive thinking. The Georgian plan was classic shock’n’awe with no hard, grown-up thinking about the long term. Their shiny new army would go in, zap the South Ossetians while they were on a peace hangover (the worst kind), and then…uh, they’d be welcomed as liberators? Sure, just like we were in Iraq. Man, you pay a price for believing in Bush. The Georgians did. They thought he’d help. And I just saw the little creep on TV, sitting in the stands watching the US-China basketball game. (Weird game—the Chinese were taller, muscled the boards inside but couldn’t shoot from outside. Not what you expect from foreign b-ball teams at all.) I didn’t even recognize Bush at first, just wondered why they kept doing close-ups of this guy who looked like Hank Hill’s legless dad up in the stands. Then they said it was the Prez. They talk about people “growing in office”; well, he shrunk.

. . . . this guy who looked like Hank Hill’s legless dad [!!!!]

Also this handy little summary of the Ossetian war:

There are three basic facts to keep in mind about the smokin’ little war in Ossetia:

1. The Georgians started it.
2. They lost.
3. What a beautiful little war!

Well, forget number three. He’s a War Nerd, after all.

Wolcott, pondering the increasingly batshit-crazy musings of Trainwreck Media mogul Roger El Simon:

Multifaceted ignorance can be exhausting, requiring a lot of upkeep to maintain the flow of misinformation. Given that Simon is now haplessly writing the opposite of what he means to impart, perhaps he ought to consider taking a summer-long sabbatical to spare himself further self-embarrassment and mental fatigue

Via TBogg.

Longer, better written version by James Wolcott:

Putting the “Me” in Memorial: Bernard Goldberg
Leave it to Bernard Goldberg (author of 100 People Who Are Screwing Up America, etc) to take the occasion of Tim Russert’s death as an opportunity to talk about himself. Because, honestly, what’s the point of somebody famous dying if you can’t squeeze an op-ed out of it? (Not to mention another chance to cheap-shot former CBS colleague Dan Rather) In today’s Wall Street Journal, Goldberg, appreciator of fine whine, recalls those leprous days wandering in the wilderness when every Green Room was barred against him, save one:

Whiskey Fire, on the scathing but elder-rabid sounding email from Bob Dole to Scott McClellan:

At least McClellan hasn’t taken to the national airwaves to inform us of what medication he swallows to unshrivel his penis. Advantage, Scottie!

TBogg:

I know that we’re all supposed to join hands and pull together for a greater more progressive tomorrow and yadda yadda yadda…. but when it comes to Hillary Clinton, fuck that noise. My contempt for her has reached the Lieberman line.

There is one thing that I truly believe in and that is fairness. You may not like the rules, but once you agree to them, you play by them. Hillary Clinton can’t even manage to do someting as simple as that.

The Lieberman Line — Classic.

Clintonista counterpoint:

Delegates should be thinking about one thing and one thing only and it’s not the rules.

John Cole responding to Red State’s giddiness that McCain is running 15 points ahead of a “generic Republican” and may still have a chance to win in November, 6 months away:

McCain has benefited mightily from RUNNING AWAY FROM YOU WINGNUTS FOR SEVEN YEARS. Do I need to link to all the times you called him a traitor for the gang of 14, or a terrorist sympathizer for opposing torture, or treasonous for diverging on your beliefs about global warming?

Having Ann Coulter scream she would vote for Clinton over McCain and similar sentiments from you “true conservatives” as you fellated Multiple Choice Mitt and defended the failure George Bush was the best thing to ever happen to John McCain’s general election chances. The reason the Republican brand is toxic is because they listened to you “true conservatives.” Have fun with that.

From John Cole’s mea culpa about his early support for the war; If I had been wrong about the war, this would be a Thing I Wish I’d Written:

I mean, I could go down the list and continue on, but you get the point. I was wrong about EVERY. GOD. DAMNED. THING. It is amazing I could tie my shoes in 2001-2004. If you took all the wrongness I generated, put it together and compacted it and processed it, there would be enough concentrated stupid to fuel three hundred years of Weekly Standard journals.

h/t to John.

Roger, livedeadbloggging election coverage:

6:23 a.m. SidVicious visits the White House to receive the kiss of death. After dinner, they will retire to the War Room to waterboard Joe Lieberman. . .

Joe would probably enjoy that as much as W and St. John.

This, from a post about the Times’ scathing review of the Doughy Pantload’s latest spoor:

Liberal Fascism is such a transparently sloppy, shifty, intellectually rinky-dink endeavor that a show of anger would be a larger expenditure of emotion than a book this second-rate deserves.