Saturday, August 6, 2011

Line Of Departure WoW

As best understood unbridled self-aggrandizement can often create funintended consequences. Yours truly is an admittedly suspect example of such. 

When the great Carl Prine's Line of Departure indulged in shameless hoochiefication avec moi Daily Beast described it (thanks Mr Sullivan!) as hooking up foreign affairs chiz with hot girls. 

Truly, if that was all that was needed, then Maxim Mag could have hired Capt Glick, Tom Ricks,   maybe even the sad league of corrupt amoral realists like stereomonger Fred Kaplan or the cat from Weenie Hut Juniors eons past to gold dig it. 

Simply put - ppl are writing great things and saying great things - and just lucky perhaps - blessed/cursed via possessing a ginourmous, ravenous intellect - GsGf  must know. 

Carl offered a great cuts both ways op to dabble in brain bigger making exercises and therein lies the rub - as the cherry popping about as subtle as wearing a thong to church debut piece for LoD showcases - the potentiality for table dancing in a minefield is fraught with frightful risk.

Which may or may not (truly - who can say?) segue into WoW - the Watchers Council. It's the oldest, longest running cyber comte d'guere ensembe in existence - an eclective collective of cats both cruel and benign with their ability to put steel on target (figuratively - natch) on a wide variety of topictry across American, Allied, Frenemy and Enemy concerns, memes, delights and discourse.

Every week these cats hook up each other with hot hits and big phazed cookies to peruse and then vote on their individual fancy catchers.

And without further adieu (or a don't) here be bay bee this weeks selections:

Council Winners

Non-Council Winners

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