What did insomniacs do before the internet? I have vague memories of long summer nights and Twilight Zone reruns and dog-eared book pages and cigarettes smoked on my front porch in the cool 4 am air.

Thank God all that's behind me now! Now, I can stay up in front of the computer and while away the hours ruining my eyes and reading items like the following:

Ozzy Osbourne and the rest of Black Sabbath have gotten into the whole "Bush is Hitler!" thing. Typically, I brush this kind of thing off... but then again, these guys are old enough to remember Hitler...

The Who's Pete Townsend doesn't count himself among Michael Moore's fans.

By the way, Gary Trudeau has been making fun of the commander in chief for a lot longer than I realized.

Linda Chavez has some more details about the Democrats Radio City Music Hall fundraiser. It ain't pretty.

John Armor is disgusted with the whole mess, too.

Bob Dole is my living hero, so I tend to experience some degree of butt-pucker when I get the idea that someone is going to trash him. Thankfully, that's not what Jonah Goldberg is doing in his National Review article that finds common ground between Dole and Kerry.

Click here for the Intellectual Conservative's powerful refutation of the John Edwards Liberal Populist myth.

Have you ever seen anything creepier than the picture to the left? I look at it and hear John Kerry speaking with Clark Gable's voice: "Edwards, you must be kissed, and often, by a man who knows how." Thanks, Rush, for a picture that will haunt my nightmares (assuming I ever get back to sleep) and some interesting observations about Martha Stewart and the Johns.

My fellow bloggers over at Homespun gave me lots to read, too...

It does all of us good to occasionally reaffirm two of life's certainties: One, Spike Lee is an asshole... and, two, country music can be pretty goofy. Thank you, HipperCritical, for killing those two birds with one stone.

If that picture of John Edwards with Kerry above wasn't enough to creep you out, check out what Marcland turned up:

Edwards worked an ostensibly less ridiculous seam: suing doctors and hospitals when babies were born with brain defects. He made his name with a 1985 cerebral palsy case, where he channelled the words of the unborn child as she waited in the womb, hour after hour.

"She said at 3, 'I'm fine.' She said at 4, 'I'm having a little trouble, but I'm doing OK.' Five, she said, 'I'm having problems.' At 5.30, she said, 'I need out'," Edwards told his hushed jury. "She speaks to you through me. And I have to tell you right now - I didn't plan to talk about this - right now I feel her. I feel her presence. She's inside me."

The whole sorted spirit-channeling mess is in Mark Steyn's profile of Edwards.

Speaking of creepy... if Hillary wasn't creepy enough on her own, Weapons of Mass Distraction found a scenereo that has me flashing back to the old V miniseries.

The little engine that lied: The Therapy Sessions reminds us that John Kerry clearly believes that if you repeat it enough, it becomes a fact...I think it's true, I think it's true, I think it's true...

Check out The Commons For a good Jack Kemp article. By the way, the top banner at The Commons is one of the coolest I've seen. It serves as a good reminder for those who need one.

Revenge of the hamster reminds the French that instant karma's gonna getcha.

Spectra directed me to David Kopel shooting holes in F911

I found some ramblings and found myself nodding in agreement a lot with the Souther Thide of Singz.

And with that, I'm off to bed... If I can just get my index finger to stop impetuously left-clicking.