House GOP shelves the Good Guv’s budget with nary a glance. Classy. Tick, tock, GOP. Time to actually do some work for the state.
Max Baucus! calls for universal health care! Of course he’s not talking about single-payer insurance. Instead it’s something closer to the Massachusetts model, which compels all to be covered.
The New York Times sums up the Bison Range dispute.
Dallas Erickson’s legislative love-child is a bill that would – guess what? – enable stricter obscenity ordinances in Montana.
Apparently Roger Koopman is still angry at his school teachers.
Let’s see…a GOP legislator irked by educator’s comments that Montana has “second rate” school system…only the legislator misunderstood the remarks…the snarks write themselves, don’t they?
There’s been a lot of buzz about snowstorms and cold weather, as if it disproves climate change. As Steve Benen says, it doesn’t. I’d go further. That snowstorms make news in winter underscores the warmth of recent winters.
NASA’s James Hansen: “We cannot pour into the atmosphere all of the fossil fuels that were buried in the ground over millions of years without creating a different planet, without destroying creation, without being miserable failures in our stewardship of the planet we were blessed with.”
“It’s fantasy to think that markets can police themselves.”
Al Franken announces he’s running for Minnesota’s 2008 Senate seat.
The Republican party crumbled in Iraq.
Gore…to enter Presidential race in September?
Why Hilary Clinton’s Iraq War vote matters.
Wulfgar! has written perhaps his finest post ever yesterday, on Jonah Goldberg Day, in which a wager on the lives of Iraqis is considered.
Ed mulls the attraction of war.
Finally! A voice of reason on the floor of Congress!
The Daily Show on Barack Obama and race.
Colbert on the Dixie Chicks, Douglas Feith, and John Howard.
Some Valentine’s Day questions to ponder: Is love really all about natural selection? Or neurochemistry? Or selectivity?
If chocolates aren’t your gig, try these infamous aphrodisiacs.
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