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The other night I was on the Joy Behar Show with Ron Reagan. The whole exchange made me wonder, is he altogether there? While talking about Sarah Palin, I suggested that the reason she fascinates so many average Americans is that she’s a self-made woman. Where the left tried to tell us for eight years that George W. Bush was a nepotism experiment gone wrong, Palin became a wildly successful person all on her own. To this, Ronny scoffed and tried to tell me that the only reason we’re talking about Palin is because McCain plucked her out of obscurity and vaulted her into celebrity. Does anyone else see the irony here? Ron Jr is a guy who was raised in Los Angeles by famous parents, got kicked out of prep school, dropped out of Yale, and only now has a career in political punditry because his anti-conservative views made him a mildly interesting novelty act. And he has the balls to criticize Sarah Palin’s career arc? I love guys like this, who are so disconnected from reality that they enthusiastically serve up totally nonsensical drivel—with pride and a shit-eating grin! (more)

So, let’s get right into it. I’m getting ready for the release of my newest book, “Losing Our Religion: The Liberal Media’s Attack on Christianity,” out April 27 by Simon & Schuster. To that end, my Daily Caller editor’s exact words were, “Please promote the shit out of it in your column.” Thus: watch a salacious promotional video here, pre-order your copy here, get an autographed copy here, and go here to see where and when I’ll be speaking, signing and appearing. (more)

I slept on my pullout sofa the other night, just to mix things up. It was fun—felt like a vacation from my bed. It’s taking every ounce of energy I have not to surgically examine the fact that the only kind of getaway I can manage these days is one in which I travel a mere 17 feet and it’s over in about six hours. (more)

Last week I went to my first Radio and Television Correspondents Dinner in Washington. It was everything I expected it would be—bad hair, liberal mudslinging, awkward jokes, and sleazy sexual innuendo. And that was just Joe Biden’s speech. Otherwise, I had a blast—in the Fox suite I chatted with Rep. Michele Bachmann about health care and Catholicism, and Alisyn Camerota about the disturbing appeal of the Real Housewives franchise. Ran into Ed Schultz, Tracy Byrnes, Steve Hayes, Megyn Kelly and Harris Faulkner, and tried my best not to drool on Charles Krauthammer. The take-away? Never wear a strapless dress—my only concern all night was trying not to flash Roger Ailes. (more)

Rep. Dennis Kucinich said Wednesday that he will continue to work toward a single-payer program, despite his decision to reverse course and support President Obama’s health care plan. (more)

What an awesome week for all kinds of crazy. If aliens had landed on our planet, they would have watched as: the world’s most celebrated movie stars snored through a bizarre, seventeen-hour interpretive dance at the Oscars; Rep. Patrick Kennedy lost his effing mind on the House floor; Glenn Beck and Eric Massa out-crazied each other over some exotic birth ritual called “kill the old guy;” and a Pennsylvania woman opened a dating service for lonely jihadists. Slip into a straight jacket and follow me into this padded room, Crazy, because you just had the best week ever! (more)

Prolific journalist Larry King will be added to the Guinness Book of World Records on June 1, when CNN’s Larry King Live becomes the longest-running television show hosted by the same person, on the same network and in the same time slot. King will celebrate his 25th anniversary with CNN this year. (more)

Big news is, I finished and turned in my graduate thesis this week. It took me six years, which is twice as many as I spent in college. If I could drink New York City and live to tell about it, I would. (more)

Every day, someone sends me a puzzling e-mail in which he tells me what he’s had for breakfast. And it’s not within the context of a larger narrative, or because I’ve asked him what he eats for breakfast, or to agitate some kind of Hegelian dialectic—nor is it particularly friendly. It’s simply declarative: “Today I had a corn muffin.” Or, “Today I had a Spanish Omelet.” I’m not sure if this is his attempt at engaging me—does he want to know what I had for breakfast? Or if it’s just his way of documenting his eating habits. In any case, it just isn’t the kind of information with which I can do anything of real consequence. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, I keep them all. (more)

It’s been an excruciatingly long week. It began with the Daytona 500, where Tony had a less than stellar day and I spent an interminable 16-hour caution drinking with Andy Levy. For the rest of the week, I’ve been a shut-in, toiling away on my master’s thesis, due inexplicably soon, drowning in Durkheim and Freud and Geertz, reminding myself to eat and bathe, and assuring myself that any of this actually matters. I can sum up my fragile state of mind in one sentence: My mother wished me a happy birthday, and I said, “When is it?” (more)

I’ve been planning my trip to this year’s CPAC, and am mulling over the idea of greeting everyone I see there with an inappropriately enthusiastic high-five, just because. I share this with Rep. Thaddeus McCotter, and he suggests we modify it to a low-five instead. Even better. He’s right, as usual. (Read his “We The People” pamphlet, and see what I mean.) (more)

I went to Massachusetts this weekend with a friend who wanted to get hypnotized to lose weight and quit smoking. (I will let you know how this works out, but I’m less than hopeful since in the days after he had three cigarettes, a 2.5 lb. lobster, and a fish-and-cheese sandwich. But my fingers are crossed.) Over the weekend, we went into a furniture store in Gloucester. Taped on the counter, the shop owner had a fake photograph of George W. Bush carrying a “Presidency for Dummies” book. I wanted to ask the woman if she knew her name and what year it was, but this seemed cruel. So instead I started singing a David Gray song really loudly as I walked through the store, driving out at least two customers who I think were considering buying something. (more)

My editor here told me months ago that writing a diary like this will help me remember my life. It sounded absurd, but it’s actually brilliant. I can’t remember how I got to work this morning – (Did I take a cab or the subway? Must have teleported) – so how will I remember what I was doing, thinking, feeling 10 years from now? Will I even care? Twitter and Facebook are reliable documentarians, yes, but we’re never as honest in a tweet or a Facebook note as we are in our diaries. (more)