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The estimable Dr. Black, on his experience at the 2004 DNC:

…and Barack Obama gave a speech. And I lost a jacket. And I ate Chinese food late at night with Eric Alterman and Garance Franke-Ruta and some other people. And my hotel was way outside of town. And Ezra Klein was 13 years old. And Jesse Taylor was still blogging. And I went to a Creative Coalition Event where Media Matters was handing out fliers because O’Reilly was there. And I met Alec Baldwin but not Natalie Portman. And I was riding in a cab with young Ezra and others of similar age when one of them looked at the next car and asked “who’s that old dude who’s trying to look like a rock star?” I responded that it was Kevin Bacon, and that his wife was driving. And Tom Tomorrow called me to whisk me into Jimmy Carter’s skybox, where I had a nice chat with Amy Carter and THE GREAT EVIL ONE MICHAEL MOORE was also there. No one had any idea who I was. And I met Jimmy. And I ran from Samantha Bee and the Daily Show when they showed up to the blogger area. And George Bush was re-elected and lord help us all.

Keep on doing what you’re doing, Atrios.  We are all DFH’s now.

Publius at Obsidian Wings transcribes it thusly:

STEPHANOPOULOS: Do you love America this much (extending fingers), this much (extending hands slightly), or thiiiiiis much (extending hands broadly)?

LINCOLN: I think we covered this…

GIBSON: If I may interrupt…

LINCOLN: Please.

GIBSON: I noticed, Mr. Lincoln, that your American flag pin was upside down…

LINCOLN: Yes, the wind caught it. Now, as I was saying…

Go read the whole thing. Worth the lulz.

(via C&L)

So the Preznit and the Pope had a nice little chat at the White House the other day.  Normally I wouldn’t waste the keystrokes to mention it, but PZ Myers had a great post about it yesterday, and it’s worth reading the whole thing.

There’s an evil tableau for you: the callous torturer stands up with blood on his hands and a lie in his teeth, while the priest draped in gilt reassures him of his righteousness. How often has that scene played out in history, I wonder?

Also, see this screenshot from Gruber.

Yes, this story is important, in a connect-the-dots sort of way.  But more importantly, I want you to look at the photo.  Then look at it again.  Keep looking at it.  Do you feel that?  That sick lump there in your gut?  Do you feel it?  You should.  Because if you don’t, you’re probably one of those 30% dead-enders.  And if you are, you really need to sit down and take a good long look at yourself.

This has to stop.  This has to fucking stop.

And I can’t say enough how much I viscerally loathe every single one of you remaining war cheerleaders.  Every fucking one of you.