Levi and Bristol

"Suckin' on chili dogs outside the Tastee Freeze
Diane's sittin' on Jackie's lap
He's got his hand between her knees
Jackie say, hey, Diane
Let's run off behind a shady trees
Dribble off those Bobby Brooks
Let me do what I please." - John Mellencamp

Who can resist a story about two teens in love? Well, usually I can resist such dreck, but when I heard Tyra Banks would be interviewing Sarah Palin's former future son-in-law, I had to tune in (and I swear I've never watched the Tyra Banks show before in my life!)

But I don't intend to write about the drama and accusations coming from the kids and the adults who act like kids. I'll leave that commentary up to other blogs. I just wanted to say I was impressed that Tyra could get a straight answer out of the cute little dim bulb named Levi Johnston:



Ahhh... so Bristol's pregnancy was not a miracle nor a wardrobe malfunction!

Kudos to Tyra. I think I would have stopped repeating the question after the second try. But I assume Tyra has much more experience talking to the young ones about baby making.

Another question posed to Levi was if he'd vote for Sarah Palin if she was running for president. He said yes. You'd think she'd be thankful for the endorsement.

Mini Scandal

So why is everybody so shocked over the Verne Troyer sex tape? If case you haven't heard, the 21 second leaked video shows "Mini Me" making out with his former girlfriend, Ranae Shrider. There is supposed to be more to the video, but Verne is suing TMZ to stop the distribution, and he is also seeking $20 million in damages.

But what's with all the freaked out online commentary? Is anybody really shocked that a Hollywood actor gets laid? Or am I just reading the rantings of frustrated, dateless bloggers home alone on a Friday night?

Scandals

I'm already tired of the Spitzer Sex Scandal. I'm not shocked that a man looked for sex outside of his marriage, and I'm not shocked that a politician prosecuted prostitution rings while being caught up in one. Hypocrisy and sex scandals -- nihil novi sub sole.

I think the media coverage of Spitzer is distracting us from much more disturbing news about our president. While Bush was attending the annual Gridiron Club, an invitation-only institution of Washington reporters, he broke into a song and dance number:



He got a standing ovation, but I do not see humor in his performance. The best I can say is that his performance was in poor taste. The worst I can say is "what a bunch of elitist fuckheads!" I'm talking about the president and the media that has enabled him for the last seven years. This little song wasn't a simple example self-deprecating humor. It showed a total lack of remorse for the mishandling of hurricane Katrina, obstruction of justice, and a war fought because of bad intelligence.

Exclusive dinner events with politicians and journalists are lame, but cell phone cameras are pretty cool.