Andrew Sullivan gets a stiffy for a girl:

I’m a fan of Thatcher; I revere her; she saved my native country; she didn’t just break a glass ceiling, she pulverized it into a million little pieces.

We would have thought it’s the country she pulverized, but we were too busy dreading Saint Ronnie those years to notice.

To be fair, Sully has done yeoman work this election, getting kicked out of the best clubs because he supports Barry. And he mentions the forthright Iron Maiden Lady in welcome contrast to the obfuscating Talibunny.

But make no mistake: Once the election’s settled, we’re going to beat him up and make him cry.

What Real Accountability Looks Like [Sully]

Dartington Margaret Thatcher [Teapots Teapots Teapots]

We try not to disturb Yoda Pez except in case of electoral emergency, so you can imagine he was a little upset when we asked him to remove the Q-tips from his ears for some post-debate chitchat.

“Hear you, I can’t,” he said. “Listen, I will not.”

We wanted to tell him the good news — Plugz won the debate, Barry has regained his commanding lead in the state polls — but Yoda Pez took a dive for the cotton swabs three minutes into the veepfest, and there they remain.

So we tried winking at him in that friendly way Sarah taught us Thursday night — I gotcha covered, you betcha — and that’s when he started jumping all over our keyboard like some digitally recreated freak.

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Straight outta Indecent Proposal, somebody offered Virgin Galactic — Richard Branson’s really high ballooning effort — one meelion dollars to film a porno in the heavens.

But Branson, declining to play Woody Harrelson, turned down the opportunity to start recouping his $100 million investment.

We’re disappointed, but we understand — we’ve read those 2001 toilet instructions, after all, and you don’t want to send in a CSI crew with Spunk Detectors to clean up the mess in the cabin afterward. But this is the 21st century, gawdammit, and next year’s Barbarella remake is a pale substitute for the real thing.

Virgin Galactic Turns Down Sex-in-Space Proposal [Fox]

We forgot all about this until a friend sent us a reminder — Colbert’s still running for President in the Marvel Universe, just like Talibunny is running for Vice President in our Rod Serling dimension. The latest Spider-Man issue features an eight-page story — in continuity! Which we think means Patrick Duffy won’t turn up in the shower next issue and take it all back.

Spider-Man & Stephen Colbert Team Up In Amazing Spider-Man #573! [Marvel]

Stephen Colbert’s Marvel Universe Campaign [Comedy Central]

We can’t decide whether the birds represent questions and Tippi is Talibunny, or whether the birds are Talibunny’s answers and Tippi is us. Either way, grab some potent potables, because we’re all playing Jeopardy in tonight’s VeepSqueak Liveblog/Open Thread/Suicide Pact!

As usual, the rules are simple: Find every excuse you can to drink. You’ll be better off tomorrow with a hangover instead of the soul-destroying realization that she could be President in four months.

And no, we haven’t forgotten Plugz. We’re just ignoring him. Like the rest of America.

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Ever on the lookout for excuses to post Frisky Dingo graphics, today we find cause to feature Darcell Jones of Team Jaguar, Grace Ryan’s arch-nemesis for the local TV news Peabody. Darcell kicks ass, takes names, and never fails to look hot when she does it.

Which brings us to Gwen Ifill.

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Steigler: Mr. Gardner, uh, my editors and I have been wondering if you would consider writing a book for us, something about your, um, political philosophy, what do you say?

Chance: I can’t write.

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