John Roberts and The Shining: A Casting Director's Memoir

[woncha]

John Roberts has some pretty crazy eyes. They're about as weaselly as they come. Don't you think so too? I mean, come on... look deep into his weasel eyes. Highly weasel-esque. They're shiney and beatific. Just like a weasel! This guy looks beyond self-satisfied. He's got the Bush smirk. He looks like a George W with Wilt Chamberlain's lay quotient. Oh crap! We're getting off topic! Can't have that - back to his queer fish/weasel filled-with-higher-glory eyes. They glow! I think they'd glow in the dark, or at least under a black light. Does the senate have a black light? Let's get them one. And a spodi bucket. If we can't get him to talk, let's at least get him to puke. We can read the spew like tea leaves. Surely that will tell us something. Maybe he eats barbecue. Or... Tofurkey? We'll find out something, by gum, by golly! Something unequivocal, something concrete. Some quality that can be blown out of all reasonable proportion and screamed back into his weasel face at weasel-shattering volume.

So what is this guy so ecstatically envisioning? With his weasel, flat, fishy, well-laid, cartoon-engorged, it's-my-party and-I'll-gloat-if-I-want-to, WHHOOOOO-AHHHHH eyes?

A bench full of weasels!

[woncha]

And now, dressing for work this morning with the TV on to check hurricane coverage, and inadvertantly catching a few appalling minutes of Pat Robertson's news hour, I listen to he and his merry crew gleefully extolling the virtues of our new Chief Justice. (shudder)

[poochiekafelnikov]

doesn't al franken look like fearless fly....he does!

[Ballard Pimp]

A bench full of weasels!

Five weasels. Four so-so people. Who'da thought we'd miss Old What's-Her-Name, the Bush-loving right-wing loon who quit because her husband got to be more stupid than other Republicans?