dear vice president haliburton,

i totally understand why you would tell leahy to fuck off on the senate floor yesterday. i mean, calling you out and asking you how much money you’re making via haliburton over this iraq war is totally unprofessional, and generally not cool.

even if youre making millions.

which you probably are.


but dude, the new campaign ad… (click the green button that says “watch” or click this direct link)

as the kids say, wtf?

are you serious with your intention of comparing kerry, gore, and michael moore to hitler?

is that all you brainiacs have over there at 1600?

i dont know about you, but i sorta like the riled up Al.

and is it a good idea to show not one, but two clips of the guy who got more popular votes than your guy did?

more questions:

is it really bad for Howard Dean to say that he wants his country back?

do you really want to show Michael Moore’s speech where he says, “we live in a time where we have a man sending us to war for fictitious reasons,” reminding people that the fat bastard might actually be right, and reminding them that it was a speech that he gave as he was winning an Oscar for best documentary, which he will probably win again with his movie about your administration?

is Gephart wrong when he says “this president is a miserable failure”, or are you suggesting that because he’s pointing he’s Hitleresque?

did Hitler really say that God told him to take on al-Queda? or are you guys being funny over there?

are you serious in showing the funniest thing that Kerry has ever said, “he will lay off your camel, tax your shovel, kick your ass, and tell you there is no promised land”?

and is it necessary to bleep ass?

mr. vice president, this commercial is the nicest gift youve ever given the democrats, and trust me, youve given them many gifts.

please re-consider showing this on your dime.

so that the dems can show this on theirs.

but i must say that you did the right thing by not letting the president speak at all.

its your only hope.



metafilter’s thread + bluecad + watch jeff jarvis on aaron brown tonight attempt to diss michael moore

this week in rock in la


dramarama, key club

eek-a-mouse, hollywood park

auf der maur, troubador

bang tango, paladino’s

sluts of trust, spaceland

saturday 6/26

ghostface killah + pharcyde, house of blues

teena marie + rick james + morris day & the time, universal

nikki nova, improv

no doubt + blink 182, hyundai pavilion

lloyd cole, mccabes

lee rocker, cozy’s

sunday 6/27

psoma, troubador

the alarm, key club (late show)

ottmar liebert, key club

monday 6/28

ll cool j, house of blues

twista, key club

tuesday 6/29


wednesday 6/30

glen phillips, largo

thursday 7/1

d-12 world, house of blues

everlast, conga room

concrete blonde, amoeba (free)

simon & garfunkel + everly bros, hollywood bowl

fishbone, santa monica pier

friday 7/2

mix master mike, key club

skinny puppy, henry fonda

richard thompson, house of blues

dramarama, house of blues

random complaints + 3rd leg + instapundit

this time i was under the house.

i had my gun aimed up through the floorboards. it was suprisingly cool under the million dollar home.

million dollar homes in west hollywood arent rare. infact i overheard a report that the average house in west hollywood was going for $1.4 million.

someone was about to die in the house and i was pretty sure it wasnt going to be me, but the things about the xbi is you never know. xpect the unxpected.

he was pacing and yelling on his cordless. his people were telling him that we were on to him and we would probably be knocking down his door any minute. he kept walking over to the window, parting the curtain back and saying that he didnt see anything out there. his person kept saying get away from the window. get away from the flipping window.

their entire conversation was being tapped and fed into my earpeice in my left ear.

my people were giving me instruction in my earpeice in my right ear.

all i was waiting for was for him to stand over the hole for one second next to the fireplace.

like em said, sometimes you have one shot

i noticed the shells of some hermit crabs next to my head. i wondered where they had moved on to.

the earth was soft below me. powdery. and as i said, cool. it was the first day of summer but being so early in the morning everything was cool.

everything except the man who was about to die from a bullet from the floor that was about to be shot up and between his legs.

my partner asked me a funny question in my right ear.

why are you still at the xbi, agent?

i tapped morse code on my pocket transmitter. all thats needed is a finger on the contact button. i tapped:





and a shadow fell over the little hole above me, i squeezed the trigger slowly

and the man fell right down as blood poured down to the soft dust next to me staining the shells of crustaceons long since gone.

that not so fresh feeling + that not so fresh feeling + that not so fresh feeling