I stayed up late last night reading The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. And what comes to mind when I see this creepy photo of a weepy Obamabot is Bruno's cryptic statement, "We should never have let the Fury come to dinner."

One of the funnier comments on "The New O-Face" over at Dirty Harry's Place:

"I’d like someone to explain why it’s women of a certain age - the boomer demographic, by and large, whose response to Obama and messianic Democratic political convulsons in general - is so clearly tied to some kind of sublimated sexual issue."

Is there really that empty of a space inside of some of us?

(And, to venture into the tall crass here, why fill it up with some effete metrosexual squirrel?)