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That garbage strike really sucked, didn’t it? Six weeks in the middle of summer, we were stuck with rubbish rotting away in our various colored bins - green, blue and black. Yes siree, for six loooong weeks those bins were mini composting machines. So, here’s the thing you need to do now that trash is once more being collected:

Wash the fucking things, wouldja??

Now, even with weekly service resumed, there is still bits of rot down at the bottom of all these bins, which are left open after the city trucks have gone by. Those six weeks of composting left a sludge that takes bleach to remove.

So bleach them. Please. Because I actually vomited while walking along Avenue Road this evening. A cupful of Clorox and the garden hose will wash away David Miller’s sin from the bottom of your bins, and keep the scent-sitive types such as myself from losing their lunch over it.

Thanks muchly.
Wendy

The Right Doctor with Dr. Melissa Clouthier now has its home exclusively with Take That! Radio. We are overjoyed at her decision to become a full-time member of the TTR team, much like Brass Balls Radio.

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When Melissa isn’t on the radio, you can find her at melissaclouthier.com and on Twitter. Her username is MelissaTweets.

For the 4th week in a row, Michelle Malkin’s Culture of Corruption: Obama and His Team of Tax Cheats, Crooks, and Cronies is #1 on the NYT bestseller list.

Her collection of facts detailing the abuses of power by people who are now senior in the Obama administration - think TurboTax Tim Geithner, the “czars” that answer to no one except President Obama, the ACORN and Bill Ayers connections… the list is endless.

Culture of Corruption - the derogatory slogan the Democrats tried desperately to attach to the Bush administration - is the perfect way to sum up the nepotism, arrogance and flagrant disregard for the law evidenced by the behavior and practices of the Hope’n'Change administration

I strongly recommend reading the book - I made the mistake of listening to the Audible version. It’s terrible. The narrator is approximately 300 years old. It should have been Michelle herself.

Do yourself a favor and pick up a copy of Culture of Corruption at Amazon. They have the best prices: a little over $15 for a hardcover.

If you’re a fan of Malkin, you can also get her blog on your Kindle reader.

I might be an asshole, but I’m an honest asshole with a clear conscience: Ted Kennedy is dead and I really don’t care about all the garment-rending going on in the press.

Ted Kennedy killed a woman in a case of vehicular manslaughter, then used his connections to first attempt to cover it up, then get it marked down like a post-Christmas sale to “leaving the scene of an accident”. How such a coward could be lionized for his lack of testicular fortitude, I do not know. The death of Mary Jo Kopechne was an accident, but his actions at the time of and in the weeks following the accident were beyond the pale. Poor, scared rich kid gets strings pulled to make the whole thing go away. Shameful.

The most important thing Edward Kennedy ever did for America was to be born with the right surname, a name he exploited more and more as each (more famous, more useful) family member succumbed to tragedy.

I admit, I do feel bad for the Kennedy-Shriver clan, as they just lost (the far more moral and useful) Eunice a little over a week ago. They must be going through a hard time right now.

But as for Teddy himself, at every turn he sought to undermine American values. He undermined the troops in Vietnam. Subverted the country and worked with the Commies during the Cold War. Was a total NIMBY when it came to his pious devotion to care for the planet. Aided and abetted the murderers, rapists, drug addicts and other assorted felons in his own family.

And now he’ll be buried in Arlington National Cemetery. What an insult that would be to his brother John, who not only served in the US Navy but was blown out of his boat in an attack. Teddy, on the other hand, was shielded from duty by his father. Much as the left accused President Bush of being. I wonder how they’ll feel if the Bush family requests his burial at Arlington.

Klansman/Senator Robert Byrd is calling for the health reform bill - which touts a system no one in the House or Senate would be obliged to use - to be named after Kennedy, thereby making the death of his colleague into a political point grab. Classy.

Stacy McCain has an excellent roundup, and calls for today - August 26, 2009 - to be named as Mary Jo Kopechne Memorial Day, in honor of drunken Ted’s fatal error of judgment.

My final word is as a Catholic: It is hoped that Kennedy made his full confession to God. He never took public responsibility for the death of Mary Jo Kopechne, but one hopes he took private responsibility for it. It is not for mankind to forgive, because forgiveness is divine. We can try, but in my case, I have failed. I’ll discuss that failure with God, in the same manner I hope Kennedy discussed his failings. Otherwise he will spend eternity trapped in an airless car, submerged in the shallow water of Chappaquiddick, gasping for air.

Take That! Radio has scored a home run with Out In Right Field, a political talk show starring Art Lindsey and Mark Hopkins.

Previously Out In Right Field was on RFC Radio as part of the Tuesday night lineup. However Mark and Art have decided to make a change to a podcast-only format.

Says Art, 8 year veteran of web radio:

Streaming internet radio is dead. I started in 2000, when it was a new thing. The only way you could get shows was to tune in at a certain time and listen live. It was very “1940’s radio”, and Mark and I both miss those days. It was so much fun.

The first Out In Right Field show under the Take That! banner will air next Tuesday, September 1 on iTunes and on the Take That! Radio website.

Mark and Art join the excellent Take That! crew of Brass Balls Radio with Wendy Sullivan and Mike Williams, The Right Doctor with Dr. Melissa Clouthier, Raisin’ Hale with Tabitha Hale and The Steve Schippert Show (we’ll leave you to guess who stars in that).

All of us at Take That! Radio are very glad to have the talented and technically savvy Mark Hopkins and Art Lindsey as part of our team. Welcome aboard.

Now, let’s play ball!

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I sleep a lot these days, get tired easy, and refuse to let my clients know what happened - this means a certain about of overwork on my part, which is bad.

So really, I got nuttin’ for today. Go read Free Canuckistan - Binks has a new post up.

Also, I love this story.

Tune in while I talk Stupid Muslim Tricks with resident expert Steve Schippert of Threatswatch.org.

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Got this from a friend of mine stationed in Af’stan. Have a laugh - or a cringe!

1. You run in terror from a controlled detonation your first week, then
stand in the open to watch real mortars landing, a month later.

2. The most intimate contact you’ve had in months is with the shower
curtain.

3. Your most successful pick-up line is “I’ve got a vehicle”.

4. All the Air Force people look like glow-in-the-dark Power Rangers and
you can’t see the Army Folks.

5. Your 6:00 am wake-up call is “BOOM” Alarm Red, Alarm Red, Alarm Red”.

6. They actually give weapons to the Air Force personnel.

7. You give directions using T-Wall & Bunker murals.

8. You realize AAFES is their own country, and can print their own
money.

9. The amount of sand in your boots is only surpassed by the amount in
your nose.

10. Something as simple as taking a shower or going to the bathroom at
2:00 in the morning requires preparation equal to the Apollo moon
landing.

11. The Texas Style Brisket is not from Texas, is not brisket, and has
no style.

12. You are watching a “chick-flick” with 300 guys with machine guns.

13. Your internet connection is twice as slow as your old dial-up
connection back home, and you’re paying twice as much.

14. Your lying under your bed in your IBA writing to your spouse, “No,
nothing exciting happened today” and you mean it.

15. You can buy a car or truck from the on post AAFES, but paper towels
are nowhere to be found.

16. You live in a gated community, but your home is still a trailer.

17. You are caught way over the speed limit and you are only going 22
MPH.

18. During Alarm Red someone jumps out of the bunker to tell you to get
your hands out of your pockets.

19. Your idea of a night on the town is going to another DFAC.

20. The grass is greener on the other side of the fence, but you still
wouldn’t want to be on that side of the fence.

21. Dusting the furniture has a whole new meaning.

22. “Pimp my Ride” means putting doors on your Hummer.

23. U2 is hitting the charts again.

24. The local community holds fireworks displays every night in your
honor.

25. Driving over the curb seems totally natural.

26. The outcome of the war hinges on how you wear your reflective belt.

27. You see a guy in full battle rattle driving a Humvee trying not to
spill his latte’.

28. It feels normal to dry your hands at the DFAC with toilet paper.

29. Your idea of a clear day is when you can see the perimeter of the
base from where you’re at.

30. The dust on the dashboard of your vehicle is an inch think, but you
don’t even notice it.

31. You don’t even notice T-walls anymore.

32. Cold water from the shower is only possible after 1 Oct.

33. Getting your laundry back from the contractor is a big deal.

34. A 105-degree day in the summer actually feels cool.

35. You don’t even notice an F-16 taking off anymore.

36. You don’t stop what you’re doing anymore, when you hear automatic
gun fire coming from the perimeter.

37. You used to think that F-16’s, doing afterburner take-offs, were
cool. Now it just pisses you off.

38. Without even looking outside, you know that the weather sucks,
because you weren’t woke up all night from the roar of the F-16’s.

The crushing pain hit just before 10pm on Tuesday Wednesday (shit, I’m a tool - I don’t even remember when it happened!) night. I had been on a business-related call - nothing stressful - when I developed the headache with jaw pain. Figuring I was in for a migraine, but having tons on my plate to get done before bedtime, I got off the call and grabbed some Advil.My plan was to go lie down in the dark for 15 minutes or so, so ward off the headache.

By the time I returned from the bathroom and put my waterglass down, the pressure had started just beneath my breastbone. I lay on the bed, hoping it was indigestion. Within minutes the pain was so heavy I thought my whole ribcage would implode. My left breast and armpit ached, and I wanted to vomit.

I ran through the checklist in my head:

• Head and jaw pain? Check
• Lightheadedness? Check
• Nausea? Check
• Arm pain? No
• Shortness of breath? No
• Chest pain? FUCK YEAH!

Ok, that was enough indicators for me. Of course, by the time I had gone over this checklist, after waiting out some of the pain, 15 minutes had passed and the pain had dissipated, leaving only a bruised ache in my ribcage and left breast.

Regardless, I hit the ER at St. Mike’s. Here’s a tip to accessing timely care within the socialized Canadian system: Tell them you just had a heart attack. Holy crap, I’ve never been treated so well in a Canadian medical institution in my life! I wanted to tip the nurses or something.

EKG, ECG, XYZ (ok, I made that up), x-rays, blood drawn, wired for sound… All this within minutes of arriving.

Needless to say my little episode wasn’t fatal - this time. But it sure put the fear of God into me! To be clear, I did not have a full-on coronary. I had an attack of angina. At the tender age of 32.

I’m fine. I feel bruised, as if I’d been kicked in the chest, and I’m covered in that sticky glue from the pads - how the fuck do you get that shit off, anyway? - but other than that I’m fine. There will be a massive overhaul to my current lifestyle of salted margaritas (my family doctor has insisted I give them up in favor of low-sodium martinis) and white bread.

My cholesterol is fine, my blood pressure is fine, but this 60 extra pounds I’m hauling around in my ass has got to go.

That said, life continues apace. I try not to wallow when I’m ill, because that makes people hate you - there are already enough very valid reasons for people to hate me. So tomorrow I am off to The Mayor of Mitchieville’s annual blogger shindig. That is, God willing, if Arnie’s mum remains stable. She, uh, had a heart attack last week. Huh.

The new golden boy of Take That! Radio, Steve Schippert, puts things into perspective about Iran:

It seems “Stop killing Americans” would be a reasonable precondition, nay a responsible precondition, to any talks with the Iranian mullah regime on any subject at all. Such wouldn’t even require the intellectual energy of nuanced language.

But instead, the grand international stage is being set. The actors and props are taking their proper places. President Obama said he would decide whether his “open hand” policy toward Iran was working by the G20 Summit in Italy in September. Right on time, as usual, the Iranians had their envoy to the IAEA signal that, yes indeed, Iran is ready now to begin talks (about talks) with the West on its nuclear program, provided there are “no preconditions.”

You can subscribe to The Steve Schippert Show via iTunes, or download it from the web by checking out Take That! Radio’s website.

To blatantly rip off a line from Kate at Small Dead Animals, now is the time when we juxtapose.

May 2006: The United Nation’s “sex-for-food” scandal continues to spread. As the human rights group Save the Children documents in a new report, U.N. peacekeepers in the war-torn, refugee-rich Liberia have been accused of selling food for sex from girls as young as 8.

August 2009: Afghanistan has enacted a new legislation empowering men of Shia sect of Islam to deny their wives food and sustenance if they refuse to obey their husbands’ sexual demands, a media report said on Saturday.

We can pooh-pooh this all we want, and judge to our heart’s content, but countries who send the blue-helmeted bastards over to war-torn countries with plenty of condoms and no guns with which to protect people are just as guilty.

CPAC 2008, Washington DC

This pic of me and Robert Novak was taken 16 months ago, at the Omni Shoreham in Washington. It was a cocktail before dinner, and Bob had been knocking back straight scotch, just like all the good newsmen of his generation.

I turned to my then-husband and said “That man is the undead.” Months later that was confirmed, when Novak was diagnosed with inoperable brain cancer.

Robert Novak, Prince of Darkness and old-school journalist, died today at the age of 78.

Ted Nugent was fired from the Waco Tribune-Herald for not being a mealy-mouthed little pussy who bows and scrapes to his PC overlords.

As Kathy says: “Who did they think they were hiring?”

Listen Nuge, I’ve been there. Not so very long ago I was hired by a start-up establishment to be my charming, mouthy, unfiltered self. They said they loved my product. They said they loved my edge. But once faced with it, they freaked. But the sponsors! they cried. You frightened Scott Ott away! they lamented (Because poor Mr. Ott is apparently the only person on the web that matters. Hmmm.). OMG! You said fuck!

Well, yeah. You know, seeing as I was hired to be RightGirl and not Captain fucking Kangaroo, I kinda figured you actually wanted me to be RightGirl. Oh, and you also weren’t paying me. So, uh, my intellectual property doesn’t change to your will for that particular dollar amount, bitches.

What I’m saying Ted is Welcome to the cool kids club. If they can’t take the Nuge, they shouldn’t have hired you in the first place. You don’t hire Howard Stern to read the traffic and weather. You don’t hire RightGirl for her politically correct diplomacy. And you don’t hire Ted Nugent to be a wallflower.

People really are that stupid.

I can’t be everywhere, especially with budgets being what they are. But dayum, if I could have been anywhere this past weekend, it would have been at the RightOnline conference in Pittsburgh.

All the cool kids were there. John Hawkins has pics!

Tabitha Hale is ridiculously small next to Joe the Plumber. Hilarious!

This week Jimmie Bise and I talk about THE hot topic of last week: My breasts.

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Today is the LAST DAY to get anything in the Hollywood Loser collection, with $5 going to persecuted rightwing bloggers in Canada. Tell ‘em RightGirl’s breasts sent you!

We have a new entrant, but not with an official Hollywood Loser t-shirt. No, Little Miss Attila had to do her own thing.

I’ve seen Attila’s boobs during one very tequila-soaked night in DC where leopard print bathrobes, a Chihuahua, and far too many cameras were involved. They are lovely. They do Steyn proud.

For more info on the Battle of the Boobs, check out Mark Steyn’s post about the war that’s being waged for his attention.

Also, you may want to tune in to Monday’s edition of Brass Boobs Radio - and no, that’s not a typo.

I have. I’m having that week right now.

One would be forgiven for thinking that it all started with this post on Monday, about the launch of the Jennifer Lynch t-shirts. But one would be wrong.

In fact, it started a little over a year ago, on a misty night in May 2008, on the corner of Bay & Bloor, in front of the Indigo bookstore. Steyn had just finished his booksigning, and was chattering away with the cool kids (myself included) after Indigo kicked us out for closing time. At the time of this little rendez-vous, I was running a fundraiser (my boobs and I do a lot of fundraisers together) for the USO: Donate $100 and I’ll post a shot of my girls in one of my lovely and highly overpriced bras.

So on this damp Yorkville streetcorner, Mark Steyn turns to me and says in that charming pseudo-British accent of his “How’s the” *looks me up and down* “fundraising coming along?” Being the shameless tramp that I am, I never missed a beat. “We’re $200 short of our goal. If you want to kick it in, I’ll show ‘em to you right now.”

To which Mr. Steyn turned a lovely shade of plum, and La Shaidle quickly changed the subject to spare his sputtering reply.

So the “Be Mean To Jennifer Lynch” t-shirt launch was just an excuse for Mark to make reference to my breasts again.

Which is not to say I’m blasé about the whole thing. On the contrary, as far as people who have written odes to my breasts, Mark is high on the list of my favorites. So thank you Mark.

If anyone needs me, I will be spending the rest of the day curled up with a pot of tea, reading the collected letters of Henry Miller and Anaïs Nin. Go buy a shirt.

We at Take That! Radio (Mike Williams, Tabitha Hale, Steve Schippert and myself) are really happy for Melissa Clouthier, who scored a great interview with Michelle Malkin which will air on The Right Doctor.

Melissa and Michelle discuss Michelle’s new book (of course), First Lady Deltoids, and the incestuous relationship between the Obama White House and the press.

Michelle even makes her own musical selection for the show (which is always a pernicious topic in the Take That! studio).

Melissa’s show will air tomorrow night at 10pm EST on RFC Radio or you can download the podcast on Thursday by clicking here to subscribe on iTunes (link opens iTunes).

Congratulations, Melissa. Can’t wait to hear it.