James Wolcott laughs about latest temporary albatross, calls for Al Giordano support.

James Wolcott's blog is fabulously entertaining.  

Amost as good as the article in Vanity Fair that he wrote all about Daily Kos.

His take on the latest pastor flap had me roaring.

We talked a little bit about Obama's latest temporary albatross, Father Pfleger.  What struck me was less the contents of his sarcasm, but his showboating... up there strutting, preening, and mugging for the audience like Jumpin' Jack Flash, at some moments nearly morphing into the late Sam Kinison with his rasping crescendos.  If the Catholic Church is offering this sort of solid, nightclub-worthy entertainment, I may have to consider setting aside my atheist qualms and rejoining, as long as I can get a good table near the front.

I have always believed that laughter is the quickest way to God.  This election season has blurred the boundries like never before.

Further down the page, James Wolcott agrees with another of my beliefs.  We need to send Al Giordano to Denver.  Follow me...

Rural Votes/The Field is holding a fundraiser to send ace hurler Al Giordano to the Democratic convention in Denver to report on the electrical subcurrents coursing through the delegates and the major players, and to cover intrigues more cunning and wicked than anything happening on Wisteria Lane.

Oh, sure, Al could hitchhike to the mile-high city on his own, if he were so inclined, and crash in a storage room like Cookie and "Gerry" Fleck in Best in Show.

But that wouldn't be dignified. That wouldn't be right.

Since the fundraiser is tantalizingly close to its $5,000 goal, VF readers have the opportunity of putting the fundraiser over the top, which would truly be suave.

Al Giordano rocks.  His take tonight on the RBC meeting was classic:

And for anyone that thinks this is going to the convention in any meaningful way, look at the pathetically small size of the pro-Clinton demonstrations outside the hotel in DC today. Tens of thousands had been promised. A few hundred showed up. Clinton’s convocatory power for those kinds of shenanigans is already done.

All these weeks of threats and tantrums have proved lame. And more evidence of that is coming in the next 72 hours.

That's mad hopeful this evening, and following the chuckle I got out of James Wolcott...

I gotta say it was a good day.

Donate to Al's travel fund, bookmark James Wolcott's blog, and have a wonderful evening my fellow Kogs.  There is a New Day Rising, tommorrow is the first day of the rest of our lives.