HuffPost has a whole slideshow of presidents OTHER than President-elect Obama whose pecs became public domain. (Reagan frightened us, and we were sad to see that when he isn't leveling his razor-like stare at the camera, Putin is kind of a....well, a hottie.)
Even more shirtless presidents (American) here at Gawker. And if that ain't enough, go here.
We are talking about rhetorical courage, the
puffed-chest bravado and keyboard-rattling grandiloquence from which
true heros are made. Whether they are warning off the Moorish hordes,
threatening to start a civil war if they don’t get their way,
fearlessly yelling racial slurs from behind a pseudonym on the
internet, or steadfastly proclaiming their indomitable will to continue
blabbing on about all the super-butch things they’d do if only they
hadn’t already made plans to play Starcraft, these Warriors of Words are truly our last line of defense against not having to listen to them.(The Poor Man)
blogress, chickenhawk of the year, i don't like you either, loathly hags, poor man's institute, right wingers, teh nutroots, the creamy baileys nobel peace prize for science, the fluffy, the palme d'haire, the purple teardrop with clutched pearl cluster, the soggy biscuit, the toot, wank of the year, wingnuts
Though it was nominated for a Grammy, we just don't think there's been nearly enough screaming about Harry Shearer's musical send-up of the Bush administration's main players. If you've had all the peace and good will you can handle, you might enjoy a bit of black comedy, in diverse musical stylings.
If you're looking for a last-minute Christmas gift for a progressive friend, we don't see how you could do better than this album (available at I-Tunes):