All Right, Now Explain Chertoff
Good to know that Pravda's continuing its traditon of journalistic
That about sums it up, doesn't it?
Update: All right, all right, so it's a month-old article, and one that Wonkette's previous incarnation already covered. A bunch of journalists got us drunk last night*, ok? You try waking up in a rented tux next to a half-nude Ben Bradlee with no idea how you ended up in Arlington and $30 worth of singles stuck in your cummerbund and then writing cutting, irreverent commentary on the foibles of beltway life. This gig ain't all wine and Supreme Court-sanctioned sexual positions, you know.