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It is way-back week on Crappy Hour, when my first Crappy Love, Moe Tkacik, agrees to relive our original blogospheric passion for a full five days! Today's edition — for which we decided to stay up late, get drunk, and parse the headlines rather than get up early and hungover — includes my embarrassing encounter with David Gregory, the origins of human life, the First Dude, rumors, Karl Rove, Sarah Palin, David Broder, laughable Safire-ian stupidity, teabagging and the comparison between Governor Palin's leaky vagina and my own. Yeah, this is what sort of happens when Moe and I drink together. More »
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The mystery of who sent the anthrax letters may finally be solved, and it's like the most random plot twist to a James Patterson novel (not that either of us has ever read a novel by James Patterson, but the advertisements for them on the Metro make it seem like a good simile). Steven Hatfill gets his millions, his apparent nemesis kills himself and we dissect it all! Also, for good measure, we check in with Thailand, Pakistan, Daniel Craig's abs, the Dead Milkmen, Spencer-in-absentia, the pill that eliminates exercise, earnings numbers that Moe, naturally, understands better than me, parties that I really should've been invited to, and my hidden emo streak. What do I have to get emo about? Well that's after the jump. More »
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