Sydney Brillo Duodenum worked up a good lather this morning. Swirling the Col. Conk’s into a rich warm froth with his badger brush, he laid it on thick and then let it sit on his face for a minute longer than usual. His face sufficiently tenderized and cajoled into cooperation, he drew a fresh, doubled edged blade from its sheath, inserted it gingerly into his razor, and removed yesterday’s shadow from his face. He then got on with his day. And so it is. We must all get on with our day.
Here are some thoughts from the clean shaven:
Steven Den Beste: Not The End of the World
The Baseball Crank: Obama Administration Survival Guide
Philip Klein: Conservatism Can Rise Again
The Real Revo: Liberal Guide to Being A Member of the Opposition Party