From the Dead Ball Era, a player who'd have been loved by Otto Clemson Hiss.

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You're upsetting Carlo! Watched My Man Godfrey on Turner Classics the other night, and was reminded again why it's one of my favorites. Here's a preview clip via LikeTelevision. And here's the trailer at Turner Classics.

Another favorite on TCM recently that also has too many great lines to count: Harvey. Here's one excerpt I've always particularly liked.

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Listen: "Darktown Strutters Ball," performed by the Jungle Kings

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Is Bush losing the support of his "war base?" Instapundit offers a lengthy post.

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This journal might take the title for Oxymoronic Chutzpah: Conscience, quarterly of Catholics for a Free Choice.

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Compelling write-ups on The Passion of the Christ: The Spectator * Dappled Things

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"What is truth?" The New Criterion on "A Stupid Party:"

[A]lthough “diversity” is the favorite mantra on campus today, strict political conformity is the reality.

Of course, political complexion is not measured only by party affiliation. Indeed, the fact that faculties on most American campuses are predominantly Democratic is perhaps less significant than their adherence to what one writer called “Left Eclecticism,” that intellectual goulash composed of varying bits of Marxism, feminism, racialism, deconstruction, post-colonialism, and other specimens of academic “theory.”

The triumph of Left Eclecticism means that campus “diversity” involves not only political but also intellectual conformity. For although Left Eclecticism comes in many modes and levels of toxicity, it revolves around a common core of attitudes. One unalterable tenet is that “everything is political”: that the traditional academic ideals of objectivity and disinterestedness are pernicious fictions and therefore that all academic pursuits can be, indeed must be, evaluated in political terms. This is why, for example, you so seldom see the word “truth” without scare quotes in academic writing these days. Truth is what the bourgeois hegemonists preach; any left-wing academic worth his salt rejects “truth” in favor of “‘truth,’” its epistemologically challenged but politically adaptable cousin.

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Hugh Hewitt's entertaining take on what he regards as the Silly Party in American politics put me in mind of Monty Python's Election Sketch:

Idle: (clears throat) Here is the result for Leicester. Arthur J. Smith...
Cleese: (Sensible Party)
Idle: ...30,612. (applause)
Jethro Q. Bunn Whackett Buzzard Stubble and Boot Walrustitty...
Cleese: (Silly Party)
Idle: ...33,108. (applause)

Cleese: Well there we have the first result of the election and the Silly
party has held Leicester. Norman.
Palin: Well pretty much as I predicted, except that the Silly party won. Er,
I think this is largely due to the number of votes cast. Gerald.
Chapman: Well there's a big swing here to the Silly Party, but how big a swing
I'm not going to tell you.
Palin: I think one should point out that in this constituency since the last
election a lot of very silly people have moved into new housing
estates with the result that a lot of sensible voters have moved
further down the road the other side of number er, 29.
Cleese: Well I can't add anything to that. Colin?
Idle: Can I just say that this is the first time I've been on television?
Cleese: No I'm sorry, there isn't time, we're just going straight over to
Luton.
Chapman: Well here at Luton it's a three-cornered contest between, from left
to right, Alan Jones (Sensible Party), Tarquin Fintimlinbinwhinbimlim
Bus Stop Poontang Poontang Ole Biscuit-Barrel (Silly Party), and
Kevin Phillips Bong, who is running on the Slightly Silly ticket.
And here's the result.

Woman: Alan Jones...
Cleese: (Sensible)
Woman: ...9,112.
Kevin Phillips Bong...
Cleese: (Slightly Silly)
Woman: Nought.
Tarquin Fintimlinbinwhinbimlim Bus Stop Poontang Poontang Ole
Biscuit-Barrel...
Cleese: (Silly)
Woman: 12,441. (applause)

Cleese: Well there you have it, the first result of the election as the Silly
Party take Luton. Norman.
Palin: Well this is a very significant result. Luton, normally a very
sensible constituency with a high proportion of people who aren't a
bit silly, has gone completely ga-ga.

Meantime, John Kerry of the Naushon Island and Louisburg Square Heinz Forbes Kerrys has discovered the black man inside him struggling to get out. (Via Sal Ravilla)

Without further ado: Our Eamonn, and a few words from the patroness of this blog, Miss Anne Elk.