“In a shocking display of fealty to a foreign potentate, President Obama bowed to Saudi King Abdullah at the Group of 20 summit in London last week,” declares an editorial in the Washington Times.

I am truly beginning to love conservatives! They are going NUTS over Obama’s bow to Saudi King Abdullah in London last week. The outrage is close to accusing President Obama of taking it up the ass! It must be the bend-over position that incites such conservative wrath. God bless them, they are cute when they’re mad.

They didn’t mind Bush bowing to the Pope, and they didn’t mind the romantic tryst he had with Crown Prince Abdullah.   I think they’re picking on Obama, deliberately!

For the last few weeks, Republicans have complained about how dumb that moron Obama is. Take him away from his teleprompter, they sneer, and then see what happens. This line of attack is so entertaining, I have taken to calling the President “That Dummy, Obama.”

Now we’ll have the fucking bow for god knows how long. Grow up, you big conservative babies!   And get over the fact that the US is not a “Christian nation.”

The first time I saw this boot at Barneys online, I was truly stunned by its awfulness. What could be uglier?!   Wasn’t Louboutin supposed to be the holy grail of footwear?!

I even tried to find it again to show my BFF, but I forgot where I’d seen it. Tonight, I came across it again, and it still fills me with horror and wonder. What is the point of this boot? What a fucking monstrosity! And look at the price! Even Kate Moss herself couldn’t pull off something this grotesque.

And then it came to me: This boot would be good for throwing at George Bush! Imagine it hurtling through the air, it’s purple fringes flying, as it makes its way to its deserving target. Now, I see its beauty. I feel like Edward Teller!

Now, can someone give me $1,575 plus tax?

“Loss” is an occasional nightclub in London that promises its patrons an evening of exquisite misery. Apparently, it’s based on the popular crying clubs in Tokyo, where stressed Japanese businessmen can rent rooms by the hour to watch weepy movies or pay $10 to attend a group cryathon.

Hahaha! I mean, Waaaa. I think this could be a great idea.   My friend Ann suggested a couple of years ago that people opposed to President Bush get together for massive public cry-ins.   Since we felt there was little we could do to get rid of him, at least we could express our grief over the destruction he has wreaked.

It’s not too late to have a good cry about the Bush Administration. If you think you’re over it, try watching news footage of Hurricane Katrina.

Back to Loss, a project of “The Last Tuesday Society:” It is the work of a Romantically gloomy young man who calls himself Viktor Wynd.   His pose of exhausted misery is pretty funny, once you read the stuff at his website. He describes Loss as a place for “the miserable, the pathetic, the beautiful, the dying and the divorced” to “sit around the dying flowers, crushed velvet, mouldy taxidermy, old broken children’s toys and dead butterflies…” He will even provide chopped onions for those who need help getting their cry on.

Viktor, I love you! I get your joke! You are so beyond Emo, you’re almost anti-Emo! You are a dedicated performance artist who doesn’t just offer jars of shit at your ‘art’ exhibits; you label them “Realtor Shit” and “Pharmacist Shit.”

If you need more crying, here’s a photo of Robert Downy Jr. from a collection of photos by British artist Sam Taylor-Wood called “Crying Men.”