516 years ago yesterday the Italian eurotrash explorer Christopher Columbus, on an expedition commissioned by the Spanish monarchy, landed here on the shores of America. Turns out we weren’t India but some new, mostly unheard of continent altogether. And over five centuries later, I’m not going to lie to you, I’ll take any excuse for a three day weekend that I can get my filthy hands on. It’s not Leif Erikson day, but whatever.

22 days to go!

And it can’t come quickly enough, am I right?

Commander Light and I were discussing it last night and he suggested that at this point, it would seem that Sarah Palin is just off the reservation, no longer campaigning for John McCain, but for herself in 2012. I worry that he may be a little too right.

Make-Believe Maverick. The article you absolutely have to read if you ever for one milisecond considered voting for John McCain.

Watch this only if you want to be terrified to your very core:

Forget greed, Gordon Gecko. McCain’s campaigning of the last few weeks seems to be insinuating that hate is good.

And comparing Obama to Osama as much as possible. Especially when they know that a vocal majority of their followers are clearly retards.

Maybe to distract the voters away from how much the McCain/Palin ticket has violated ethics standards before the election?

McCain’s attempts to inject a little respect into this campaign, like much of what he does, comes a little too late.

McCain debates himself.

I think Hillary sums it up nicely here: “Jobs, baby, jobs.” Yes, please.

Apparently McCain was for Acorn before he was against it.

Tina Fey: “If she wins, I’m done.” And I think she means with the planet.

And Keith Olbermann, while being a bit of a blow hard, nails it on the head with a final word on Sarah Palin.

The man behind the whispers about Obama.

Rape jokes are authentic John McCain.

The third and final debate is this Wednesday. You’ll be there, won’t you?

Sound advice: Take care of your work frenemies before they take care of you. Know what I’m sayin’?

Some crooked fuckers stripped my sealab.

Robot Heart and Siege, who I stole from greatly (again) for this post.

“At first, I was nervous,” he said. “Then I was like, ‘Whatever.’” Levi Johnston talks about Bristol Palin, baby, Obama, and securing that crucial douchebag vote for McCain/Palin ticket.

The congressman who replaced Mark Foley now has his own sex scandal.

The man who would’ve been the King of America.

Emperor Norton of these United States and the Protector of Mexico.

Bushism a day.

Modern art gets deep in London’s Tate Modern gallery.

Chuck Klosterman’s brief history of the 21st century.

Nad shots! Superman getting punched in the face! Sexy people!