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Here’s an entertaining fashion article in the Washington Post on the meltdown that is Britney:

During the “Dateline” interview, Spears tearfully implored the paparazzi to leave her alone. Her pleas were reasonable and tugged at the heart. One came close to forgetting that she had encouraged the attention with her provocative videos, snake-charming stage performance, open-mouthed Madonna-kissing, 15-minute marriage, grotesquely narcissistic reality show and second husband known for displaying the tawdry, laconic demeanor of a pimp on weed.

Here’s a neat post at the Cato Institute’s blog-group, about the scandals of former (and now late) Irish PM Charles Haughey:

[W]as Ireland better off with a corrupt prime minister who kick-started economic growth than it would have been with an honest socialist who kept Ireland in poverty?

Back to work!

John Pantsil rocks.

I know I’ve praised the virtues of the In-N-Out burger profusely in the last few years, and I’ll take the Fatburger as the best east coast alternative, but Amy & I made the pilgrimage to one of the best burger joints around: White Manna.

If you come for a visit, I promise to take you there, but I can’t promise that the onions will ever let you rest.

“The sooner you accept this, the happier your crotch will be.”

Will Wilkinson savages the NYTimes op-ed of the woman who wrote Generation Debt, in The Baffling Mind of Anya Kamenetz.

I goofed on her book, secondhand, over here.

Geek Week offers us video of the Marvel Secret Wars Re-Enactment Society.

The video takes a while to load, and you’re probably not going to laugh unless you’re a comics-geek. Sorry. But Dr. Doom having a cut-man is hysterical to me.

The Instapundit rhapsodizes the Xcelerator hand-dryer in his new column. The official VM wife and I have used Xcelerators at the Palisades Mall restrooms for a while now, and they’re a hoot. You really do get the “rippling skin”/skydiving visual from them. And if you leave your hands stationary under the vent, they’ll be sore for the rest of the day.

We’ve been waiting to hear stories about, um, other parts put under the vent from the Consumer Product Safety Commission, but no dice so far. They’ve been too busy taking chemistry sets out of the hands of potential meth-making bombers or something.

Creepy story about a boat washing up in Barbados, filled with mummified corpses of African immigrants. Some of the passengers wrote goodbye notes which, as you’d expect, are the saddest things in the world:

I would like to send to my family in Bassada [a town in the interior of Senegal] a sum of money. Please excuse me and goodbye. This is the end of my life in this big Moroccan sea.