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After staring at it all day, we finally achieved nirvana.

While it’s hard to top talking urinal cakes as a proper homage to 43, we have a soft spot in our hard heart for what we used to call “participatory satire”, but to be geek hip we’ll now call “citizen satire”.

And what better place to be geek hip than San Francisco?

a group going by the regal-sounding name of the Presidential Memorial Commission of San Francisco is planning to ask voters here to change the name of a prize-winning water treatment plant on the shoreline to the George W. Bush Sewage Plant.

Now that’s the Frisco we love, not the self-righteous cesspool of recent vintage. And if the City’s voters fulfill their civic duty this November, next January 20 we may have two historic events to celebrate in this great nation.

An Honor That Bush Is Unlikely to Embrace [NYT]

Presidential Memorial Commission [SF]

So we’ve been studying this survey of casual sex, which claims that women have yet to take the Walk of Shame as gingerly as men, and wondering whether in “evolutionary terms” it’s a bit soon to declare that chicks haven’t “adapted” to the Sexual Revolution — our limited understanding of Darwinism suggests that the jury will be out for a hundred thousand years or so.

And we’ve been wondering what clever things we can say about it, given that we could say a great deal, but prefer to boil down the weekly Porn Post to its essential nugget of naughtiness.

And, well, we’ve failed.

So… Ladies and Gentlemen: Verne Troyer.

“McCain, a veteran political leader with a military background, has demonstrated that he’s not conceding the youth vote to Obama. He has reached out to young voters in the ways they reach each other, through YouTube.com and with profiles on the social networking Web sites MySpace and Facebook.”

Don’t know about you, but someone should tip off Chris Hansen about that dude on the left.

McCain back in Ohio courting youth vote [Cleveland.com]

John McCainBarack Obama [MySpace]

“Dig,” Ralphie was telling his homies at the barbershop, “he’s not gangsta enough, you know what I’m saying? Nigga’s only half Bro, but he’s all Oreo. Ignores his peeps so he can do a Tiger on the white folks, all polite and shit. Yes sir, thank you sir, your daughter is very beautiful sir although I wouldn’t dream of pleasuring her with my enormous mandingo that puts your shriveled stem to shame, no sir.”

“True dat,” said the homies.

“Dude’s no Jesse,” said Ralphie. “If I was him, I’d drop the Stepin Fetchit jive and take it to the hood. Stop letting those crackers tell him his business.”

“Word,” said the homies. “You da man.”

Nader: Obama trying to ‘talk white’ [Rocky Mountain News]

Other omens from 1992:

Consumer Confidence Declines to a 16-Year Low [NYT]

Americans who pray and receive answer to prayer
at least once a month: 31%

  • That girl in college who didn’t understand that I would have been the best thing that ever happened to her.
  • Schwinn Orange Krate.
  • 5 down, 12 letters, November 17, 1979.
  • Kamchatka.
  • Chuck Barris calling me to discuss my brilliant idea for a new game show.
  • Hitting a high C with braces.
  • Sideburns.
  • Pulling an essay on “The Red Wheelbarrow” out of my ass.
  • Floating to ceiling by laughing.
  • 1980, 1984, 1988, 2000, 2004.
U.S. Religious Landscape Survey [Pew]