As promised, but first, a fun fact about Moe Lane: He’s a huge pop star in Japan under the name “Curly Boulevard.”
In order to qualify for this list, you have to be an actual, fictional town in the title of a song. Hence, Uptown by Prince would, unfortunately not qualify. Neither would Funky Broadway, because that’s a street, and will go on my “Department of Public Funky Works” list. (Note to self: Electric Avenue)
OK, let me start with the worst. Margaritaville.
I wrote a little about this at Politics Daily today, but I wanted to sort of clarify here. Here’s what I wrote about it there, for starters:
The best moment of the night, for me, was when the President good-naturedly punished Jeff Zeleny for his overwrought, four-part question about…wait, I can’t do it justice:
Jeff Zeleny: Thank you, Mr. President. During these first 100 days, what has surprised you the most about this office, enchanted you the most about serving this in office, humbled you the most and troubled you the most?
Enchanted? Um, I guess I’d have to say it’s the glass slippers the Secret Service puts on me every morning. Of course, they’re bulletproof glass, so that’s the troubling part.
I just want Jeff to know, if he’s reading this, that I totally sympathize. Continue reading
But first, a quick note. Just so you don’t think Alex is a giant narcissist, I make her put that picture on every story so you can tell Alex wrote it.
Here it is:
Missed The Pound by that much!
I heard this mentioned on the news, and I just wanted to say: Rush Limbaugh…meet me at paragraph three for an important lesson in Latin and debate.
“[E]verywhere Obama is spreading Obamaism there is a deadly disease taking place, either in the TARP community or the newspaper business. Obama goes to Mexico; they have an earthquake. Obama goes to Mexico, they get pig flu. I mean, the fact is that Barack Obama is bad for business. He is poison to prosperity.”
Rush. Rush, honey. Pay attention, because I only have enough patience to say this once. Continue reading
Man, what a long 2 days. I am so tired. I’m assuming you’ve read all that I’ve written in that time, so I’ll try not to duplicate.
First of all, I discovered my new favorite song on my way down to DC. I dare you to listen to “Zombie Jamboree” and not at least smile. It’s at once whimsical and deeply unsettling. It did make me wonder what the difference is between a “Jamboree” and a “Jubilee.” I could easily look it up, but choose not to.
Update: See Tommy Christopher’s take at the end of my story.
Yesterday afternoon, disabled citizens, many of them in electric 
wheelchairs, had handcuffed themselves to the fence outside the White House in protest. No, really. The issue in question was the Community Choice Act, which the President co-sponsored in his senatorial days. Apparently ten of these senior activists met with members of Obama’s staff, and were told that the President would no longer support the bill. They did not take this development lying down. Many of them staged an impromptu protest and
ninety-one protesters ended up handcuffing themselves to the White House fence. After being given three warnings by the police, they were arrested, and released with a summons.
