Checkin' In On Huff'N'Puff

It's funny how quickly the Huffington Post fades from the memory...I remember the good old days, when people actually cared...okay, there were no such days. Still, I thought I'd check in again. Here's what I found:

Our good friend Christopher Hitchens makes an appearance, but only to defend himself from a vicious smear spread by Sid Blumenthal's son Max (proving that knavery runs deep in the Blumenthal clan). Let's let Hitch tell it as only he can:

If I replied to all the slander that appears on blogs, I would have no job and no life. Regarding Max Blumenthal's clumsy innuendo, however, I make one lenient exception and one non-lenient one. I still feel an affectionate interest in a young scribe at whose bar-mitzvah I danced. And I still, always, sue anyone who accuses me of bigotry or Holocaust-denial. Young master Blumenthal can relax: his attempted association was too lax and too cowardly.

Loathsome former Weekly Jackass Tim Robbins shows up, too, you know, just to slam Bush around a little and promote his latest endeavor. Sayeth Robbins: 'Now is the time for American artists to tell truth to power'. Here's a truth, Tim: you're the kind of idiot that gives Hollywood a bad name...

And then there's...oh, hell, I can't do it...I just can't waste anymore time today on Arianna's vanity project...we'll check in later. Much, MUCH later...