Title: “Screwed! How Foreign Countries Are Ripping America Off and Plundering Our Economy — and How Our Leaders Help Them Do It”

Authors: Dick Morris and Eileen McGann

Rank: 38

Blurb: “In this eye-opening new book, Morris contends that Condoleezza Rice, secretary of state in George W Bush’s second cabinet, is the only Republican on the national scene with the credentials, credibility, and popularity to lead the Republican Party in 2008. And he outlines how the Democratic Party, fresh from its narrow yet crushing defeat in 2004, is likely to return to its one source of political power in the last several decades — the Clinton family.”

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We’re not a big fan of flash mobs — sure, we can be suckered in by a Sound of Music dance-off, but you have to top what we’ve already seen to get our attention. Something like, oh, we dunno, cramming an orchestra into a subway car.

[via Know Your Meme]

Bill Cosby famously had a routine wherein he wondered why his Shelby had a fire extinguisher in the passenger compartment. He clearly did not understand race cars. But what car is more pure, more beautiful. than this:

RIP Carroll Shelby.

“Our Lady of Sorrows, a school run by a breakaway Catholic sect, has forfeited the league’s high school baseball championship rather than put their team up against a squad that includes a girl.” [ThinkProgress]

Hilarity ensues as Eminem learns that his rap-battle opponent attended Mitt Romney’s private school.

And here we were worrying that Mitt was too old to connect with the kids.

[via Mother Jones]

“An adviser to Mitt Romney’s presidential campaign defended the candidate’s ‘kind impulses’ on Friday, pointing to his treatment of Texas Gov. Rick Perry during recent GOP debates as proof.” [The Hill]

It’s not news that Mitt Romney was a vicious asshole as an 18-year-old boarding-school student in 1965. It’s not even character-defining, although we’ll admit to amusement that Mitt was a pro-Establishment college protester the next year. The reason Mitt’s dog story has legs is that he was a thirtysomething adult when he strapped Seamus to the roof of the family station wagon. And Mitt was a fortysomething adult when he stuffed his suit with money for a celebratory Bain photo. The clock on Youthful Indiscretion starts running out after 25.

Mitt is 65 now. And you would think, when confronted by a story from the distant past vouched by multiple classmates, that he would have a better response than this:

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