• Katherine Harris pulls the crazy train into the station for maintenance. Get well soon Katy!
• Stop Tim Russert whilst he’s walking and he will cut your effin jacobs off!
• God pardons Ken Lay.
• Joe Lieberman’s not sure who he is anymore, but he’s running for something
• American competitiveness slips again. We’re losing ground to the Koreans in nattiness of street mobs. ‘Tis of thee.
• The president can’t get his mind off his trip to Graceland, Larry King can’t get his off marginally relevant World War II era anecdotes.
• Apparently, the sodomy squadron has been napping on the job, because they needed Vanity Fair to tell them the Watergategate parties were all about the ass- **** ing.

All images: AP
So I guess there’s totally something up in Korea, because I saw all these protestors on TV. I didn’t really pay attention to what they were demonstrating about, though, because I kept getting distracted by their beautiful modernistic signs and their snappy protest outfits. They wear ties! They’re clean! And then I got sad because I started thinking about our dumpy ol’ protestors with their ugly Sharpie-scrawled signs, like that dowdy mother lady and all those Greenpeace interns, and, who knows, maybe even sign-wavers sporting “miniskirts, stiletto heels, low-cut spandex tops” and, God forbid, flip-flops like the Washington Times tried to warn us about the other day.

Let’s take a cue from our Korean friends and tighten-up a little, shall we? More good-looking signs and the people who wave (and burn) them after the jump.

This guy, I swear, is all, like, Ralph Lauren for non-nuclear proliferation:
Uh, oh… be careful with that torch:
Whoopsie! You burned up the short, four-eyes guy!
I wonder what those people have against Texaco? I’m confused.
I don’t think I understand all of these. What does “Right Korea” mean?

We have so much to learn from them.

It’s the unofficial uniform of the summer interns, gaggles of college-age women and recent graduates who invade buttoned-down conservative Washington every summer, bringing a large dose of hotitude to offices from Capitol Hill to K Street. They’re known as “skinterns.” Those who think “belly shirts” are career wear. If the devil wears Prada, the skinterns wear nada. As if Washington wasn’t sweltering enough.

Showing Off a Bit of Skin [Washington Times]

The TV people were faked out by the Court today too. And unlike us, they brought all this crap with them.

Earlier today, we brought you the first installment of pictures from our field trip to the Supreme Court this morning. We thought it would be the final day of the Term. We thought wrong.

Now, the rest of our photo essay. Check out the pics, after the jump.

After the proceedings were finished, we wandered outside, where we took lots and lots of photographs. Here are a few of them.

They don’t call it One First Street for nothing.

The view from the courthouse steps: the Capitol. Ugh, those clowns…

It ain’t easy being green. Hey — are those flip-flops?

Is that girl about to sit on the other girl’s lap? That’s HOTT.

“Are we having fun yet?”

Yes, those are definitely flip-flops. Someone call Robin Givhan!!!

The flip-flop bandits, leaving the scene of the crime.

Earlier: Wonkette Field Trip: A Pilgrimage to the Supremes (Part One)

Pulitzer winner Robin Givhan, in today’s Washington Post:

A foot in a flip-flop might as well be naked. And naked feet don’t belong anywhere near an office.

And columnist Mary Ellen Slayer, in the May 21 Washington Post:

And speaking of distractions, it’s also that time of year in which we have to persuade a misguided chunk of our young workforce that unless they are employed as lifeguards or gym-locker patrols, flip-flops are simply not suitable for work.

Ok, Downie, we get it. Next time, make like The Atlantic and send a damn memo.

Simmering Over Summer Accessories [WP]
Avoid the Flip-Flop Flap and Join the Well-Heeled [WP, with what might be the single worst headline of the year]
Earlier: Say Goodbye to Your Dream of Ross Douthat in a Tank Top