“Still, the true cost of the muffins remains unclear. Originally, the IG [Inspector General] had concluded that the [Justice] department had spent $4,200 for 250 muffins. In the revised report, the IG states the $16 figure was for more than just a muffin. Instead of a mere muffin, the $16 bought ‘a modified continental breakfast, which consisted of items such as pastries, fruit, coffee, tea and juice.’ The revised report does not break down the individual muffin price.” [Politico, via @daveweigel]

“An earlier version of this article incorrectly stated the premise of ‘Angry Birds,’ a popular iPhone game. In the game, slingshots are used to launch birds to destroy pigs and their fortresses, not to shoot down the birds.” [NYT, via @pourmecoffee]

“By the time I feed my family, I have maybe $400,000 left over.” –Louisiana GOP Congresscritter John Fleming, adding that “class warfare has never created a job”. [ThinkProgress]

“‘We cannot elevate nature above people,’ explained Edna Mattos, 63, leader of the Citrus County Tea Party Patriots, in an interview. ‘That’s against the Bible and the Bill of Rights.'” The cause of her ire? Manatee protection. [St. Petersburg Times, via JWMcSame]

Most hilarious and awesome PSA ever…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9A2Ap3DyvLg

Happy Father’s Day to our Stinquey Dads.

“While launching into an attack on the right and the conservative funders/progressive bogeymen known as the Koch Brothers, [Howard] Dean first pronounced their name more like a famous part of ex-Rep. Anthony Weiner’s anatomy than the classic cola.” [TPM]

Dear Senator Johnny,

So it’s come to this! I’m writing as someone who donated money to your campaign and was really hoping you were going to win the nomination so you could restore integrity to the White House. But no such luck.

I am not one of those haterz blaming you for what is obviously not your fault. Clearly that space alien is to blame for the pickle you now find yourself in. Your only crime was to be too handsome. By the way, speaking of space aliens, to judge by her teeth she looks like a ‘scraper’ to me, in those intimate moments when a man needs a safe and welcoming place—if you know what I mean.

But as we all know, life isn’t fair, which is why she gets to rub Tiger Balm into your shoulders after a particularly grueling workout and all I got was a restraining order. Not that I blame you for that for one moment. I know it was the work of that bossy bottom you had running your campaign who was like totally jealous and a bitch. Not that I’m at all surprised that working at your side, bringing you coffee in the morning as you wake up, your hair still rumpled and your sheets smelling of hay and sun-warmed apples, rubbing sleep from your eyes, your lips moist, your pajama bottoms, damp with sweat, only just managing to cling to your hips… I’m not at all surprised that such a close working relationship would inspire a fierce devotion bordering, one might almost say, on obsession. Not surprised at all.

Speaking of workouts, I’d like to explain the reason for this letter.

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