I'll be updating this post throughout the day (I hope). I'll also have the most recent items at the top, so no need to scroll.
In the L.A. Times, Benjamin Zycher scores a hat trick with this piece on pharmaceutical price controls. Zycher succinctly puts the lie to the left's calls for "negotiated" pharmaceutical prices. At the same time, he explains why buying drugs from Canada is a stupid idea. Finally, Zycher illuminates the hypocrisy of lefties who cry for price controls one minute, then moan that the President's budgetary spending will leave our children, grandchildren and great grandchildren in debt up to their eyeballs.
Two dogs from a NYC shelter earned parts in the upcoming Broadway musical "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. After the show closes, they will go live on a farm. I hope they mean that literally, and not in the common euphamistic sense.
This is the sexual equivalent of W.W. Jacobs' "The Monkey's Paw." (Link via Obscure Store.)
The aforementioned Bill Simmons is on fuckin' fire. At least four laugh-out-loud bits, but your mileage may vary.
Anchower, beeotch.
The lesson here is, as Bill Simmons is wont to say, that women ruin everything. Or, it could be that it pays to let your wife know that you love her. Your call.
Rich Lowry pens a poignant, humbling account of the uncommon valor of Marine Sergeant Rafael Peralta. Sgt. Peralta, first through a door and fatally wounded as a result, used his last effort on this earth to cover an enemy grenade with his body, saving the lives of several Marines.
The Diplomad provides 10 wrong ideas that people around the world believe. Numbers 8 and 10 describe the nonsense that I find most irritating. I disagree with no. 7 to the extent that there was a second gunman, but I doubt whether there was a definite conspiracy to cover that up.
It's Friday. That means we're treated to the unerringly brilliant Charles Krauthammer: Tomorrow's Threat. Every time I read Krauthammer, I feel smarter for having done so. Contrast that with reading, say, E.J. Dionne, after which I always feel dumber.
Behold the terrifying visage of Darth Tater, and quail before him!
The final word on the Inauguration: heh.
Do you have any giant squid? The kind that drag men to their deaths? Well, I'm betting every Japanese restaurant in SoCal does. (Link via Boing Boing.)
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