Senator John Warner wasn't just the senior Republican Senator for Virginia; he was one of the legendary senators, a member of Congress for thirty years with centrist views and stand-up values. In his retirement speech, this former Marine speaks about the impact his education at the University of Virginia law school had upon his life, and the decisions that took him to and from Charlottesville. He was one of five remaining WWII veterans in the Senate; the Greatest Generation produced some of our greatest legislators.

When I was sent a link to "If Larry Craig Were Gay," I thought to myself, "Oh, my God, if they used 'If You Were Gay' from Avenue Q, that would be the most awesome thing ever. *sigh* But they won't, and I'll just be sad, and have the song stuck in my head all day, as if to mock me." I've never been so happy to be wrong. This video puts the embattled Idahoan senator and the zany puppet musical together in a way that actually exceeds anything I could have imagined.

For those who have been living under a rock: After pleading guilty to a charge of disorderly conduct in an airport men's room -- that conduct being trying to get friendly with the undercover cop in the next stall -- staunchly anti-gay-rights Senator Larry Craig has been running around like a big closeted gay chicken with its big gay head cut off, saying, "I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay, notgaynotgaynotgaynotgaynoooootgaaaaay."

Avenue Q is a show in which puppets sing songs like "It Sucks to Be Me" and "The Internet is for Porn." It also features a character, Nicky, who suspects his roommate Rod is gay. (And that's okay.)

The combined result is genius. And afterwards, you may be in the mood for another song from Avenue Q. It's called "Schadenfreude."

In this segment from CNN's "American Morning," two college students are asked to predict the '08 nominees for their respective parties. Republican Laura Elizabeth Morales picks Ron Paul, sending host Rick Sanchez into a near-apoplectic fit of disbelief.

Co-host Kiran Chetry tries to reign things in, explaining that while Morales has every right to prefer Paul, the question was about the likely nominee. But Morales just sticks to her guns, mitigating her choice with "idealistically." Well, "idealistically," I could hope that if I step in front of a bus, I don't get hit, but that does not actually affect my statistical chances of becoming a pancake.

Democrat Rachel Moore goes Morales one better and simply refuses to pick any candidate at all. She just blathers for a while about how anyone would be better than Bush, and all that matters is that some Democrat wins. She also can't be nailed down on the most important Democratic issue. In fact, when it comes to answering questions directly, Moore makes Morales look like a genius.

As a woman, I think it's great that "American Morning" found two college-aged women to represent the younger segments of the parties. But did they have to find these two?

Today, Attorney General Alberto Gonzales became the latest Bushie to abandon ship. As I see it, the senior members of the current administration can be divided into two categories: the evil (aka Rove, Cheney, and the rest of the Office of Special Plans), and the clueless (aka Harriet Miers, Michael Brown). Gonzales may have aspired to the former, but he never quite made it. Why? Because he just wasn't slick enough with his illegal schemes.

It's not easy to choose Gonzales' worst moment during his tenure as White House Counsel and Attorney General because there are just so many to choose from. Some would pick his defense of torture, others might be charmed by the U.S. Attorney scandal. I personally have a weakness for the whole bullying-John-Ashcroft-in-the hospital-room affair. Why? Because it captures so many of the qualities that have made the Bushies our worst group of leaders ever. Disregard of the consititution? Check. Valuing loyalty to awful policies over the best interests of the country? Check. Embarrassing the U.S. on the world stage? Check.

Goodbye, Alberto. We hope that your inevitable seven-figure hire by one of Bushie's oil cronies treats you well. (P.S. Go fuck yourself.)