Billy Kristol's Big Boner

Note that last word in the headline. Boner. It has two meanings in English, and I think you know which of them I'm talking about.

So, just in case you thought I was kidding in my overtext above the Sarah Palin "Toes" picture, today's Buzzflash columnist PM Carpenter nails Little Billy to the fucking wall:

It's official. Bill Kristol has gone mad. Humbuggingly mad. Wretchedly, distressingly mad.
Ever since Election Day, you see, Mr. Kristol has played his own Elmer Gantry to the GOP's Sister Sharon Falconer. As political flimflammery goes, no problem there.
Yet the boy seems genuinely, even savagely smitten. What's worse, the nation's unrequited love for his comely evangelist has thrown him into an absolutely irrational tizzy. It's a trifle pathetic, but titanically obvious.

Jeez, I hope it wasn't that photo on my blog that pushed the poor boy over the edge. Nawww, he was far gone long before that. He's been mooning around like a lovesick puppy for months now. It's a lot like junior high, when you think about it: The nerd with the adhesive tape holding his glasses together creeping around the fringes of cheerleading practice, hopelessly smitten by that forever unreachable head cheerleader.

Kind of all fits together, in a sad and pathetic sort of way, doesn't it?