“Casey Anthony was found not guilty Tuesday of murdering her daughter, 2-year-old Caylee Anthony, after a trial that riveted the nation with its twists and turns.” [MSNBC]

“The [reorganization] move, which shakes the campaign of the tea party favorite into turmoil in a state where he’s staking much of his 2012 hopes, comes after weeks of swirling rumors between Cain’s staff and volunteers in the Hawkeye State accusing each other of affairs, homosexuality and professional misconduct.” [Politico, via Political Wire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYzvCpMGSrY

WaPo wunderwonk Ezra Klein, whose youthful taste for the chillingly nerdish DC social life we’ve noted previously in this esteemed journal of American sociopathy, is back with another installment of You’ve Got to Be Fucking Kidding Me:

I have a friend who hosts a Fourth of July brunch most years in which the food is preceded by a roundtable reading of the Declaration of Independence. I like that tradition.

Sometime in the distant future, should you find it your turn to recite some crap about the King’s repeated injuries and usurpations, and wondering what sin you committed to anger your vengeful god into such inhuman punishment, we suggest you keep the above video handy on your personal computing device to remind yourself that the sole purpose of the Fourth of July is to get shitfaced drunk, make an ass of yourself, and blow the crap out of purpose-built objects.

[Video via Sully]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7kcqB3thJM

Transformers 3, directed by Michael Bay, cost $195 million. (Or twice that, depending on which rumor you read.) It would have cost more, if they hadn’t economized by lifting footage from 2005’s The Island. Directed by, um, Michael Bay.

Sandy Eggo offers a spectacular fireworks display each year, at five coordinated locations along the waterfront — three of which are visible from the hillock above Stinque World Domination Headquarters, a view only exceeded by the port side of passenger jets landing at Lindbergh Field.

But as good as it is, our favorite fireworks display remains the one we saw in 1979, in black-and-white, in a Eugene movie theater.

Title: “Not Afraid of Life: My Journey So Far”

Authors: Bristol Palin and Nancy French

Rank: 1,125

Blurb: “The oldest daughter of Sarah Palin and single mother goes beyond the headlines, offering readers an inside look at her life, her world, and the things that matter most, including her family and the faith that keeps her centered.”

Review: “Bristol’s credibility is further damaged by how she paints herself as the innocent victim in every situation. Everyone’s out to get her and her family. It was extremely tiresome by the end of the book. This was a book filled with whining, complaining, and grievances galore. Bristol assumes the absolute worst about everyone she encounters, yet wants the reader to assume the best about her.”

Customers Also Bought: “Deer in the Headlights: My Life in Sarah Palin’s Crosshairs”, by Levi Johnston

Footnote: Fuck Amazon.

Not Afraid of Life [Fuck Amazon]

Our guest columnist is Stinquer RedManLaw.

As we celebrate our freedoms this weekend, remember that it also includes the right for Americans to dress up like World War II German soldiers and run around the countryside with carbines, machine guns and artillery.

Happy Freedom!

Living History – D-Day 2005 – 352nd Infanterie Division [Grenadier352nd]