“Devastating!” shrieks the Center for Public Integrity. “Both barrels!” crows TPM. “Absolutely brutal!” raves WaPo’s Greg Sargent.

What is it? Why, it’s the new Mittens SuperPAC ad they didn’t want you to see, at least not minutes after it was posted and quickly taken down. As you can tell from the samizdat version somebody else uploaded, It unleashes the Dogs of Hell upon Newt Gingrich and mercilessly shits him out the other end.

Unless, of course, it just recites a few commonly known facts.

Look, folks: We’re as invested as the next Lefty blogger in wanton Eleventh Commandment violations, but have some restraint. “Team Romney attacks Gingrich in new campaign ad” is about all this one merits. Save the hyperbole for the good stuff.

Snap!

Andy Cobb & The Partisans from Second City respond to Gov. Good Hair’s I’m Rick Perry,and I’m Not a Secret Muslim ad:

Oh, and there’s this:

[L.L. Bean: Original Field Coat]

President Obama whips it out: “Ask Osama bin Laden and the 22 out of 30 top Al-Qaeda leaders who have been taken off the field whether I engage in appeasement… or whoever’s left out there.” [TPM]

“Hey, sorry about that!”

[via Right Wing Watch]

Here’s a little news that’ll put a simle on your face: the latest polls in Massachussetts show Elizabeth Warren running seven points ahead of Republican rival Scott Brown for the 2012 campaign for Ted Kennedy’s old Senate seat, thus proving (or at least strongly suggesting) that you don’t have to be a worthless piece of shit asswipe corporate tool to have a shot at a Senate seat in America.

Our guest columnist is not running for Preznit of These United States.

The boy in the greenhouse was flawlessly adolescent and shockingly beautiful, and in his innocent way, he’d made her come resoundingly — Apollo with his modest marble membrum virile, otherwise known, in her village, as a skin flute. This memory sparkled as Ed intently suckled. They were both on their left sides now, Ed behind, where he’d pried her right shoulder back while deeply inserted and twisted his head so he could suckle away madly. He freed himself from her nipple after a long attachment so as to kiss her on the mouth at length — as if seeking to set the world record for kiss duration — and she smelled her breast on his breath, which was otherwise piquant with saliva, a little tart, a little bitter, and humid with the churning underworld — the raw metabolism and generative heat — beneath the flawless exterior. Read more »

Sociopath? Criminally insane? Possibly home-schooled?

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