Advertising Inquiries:
wonkette@blogads.com
Tip Your Wonkette:
tips@wonkette.com
Editors:
Ken Layne | Email
Jim Newell | Email
Sara K. Smith | Email
Juli Weiner | Email
Intern:
Riley Waggaman
OMG THEY’RE DATING! Obama was playing matchmaker all along: “CAMBRIDGE (WBZ) ― Harvard Professor Henry Louis Gates and Cambridge police Sergeant James Crowley were spotted at a pub in Cambridge Wednesday night. The owner of ‘River Gods’ told WBZ the two sat in a booth together and talked for about an hour.” Who slipped whom the mickey? [WBZ]
4:30 PM
on Thu October 29 2009
By
Jim Newell
914 Views
Wonkette
A professor, a cop, Hitler, Napoleon and an elderly Jew from Manhattan walk into a bar…
See? And they say interracial couples don’t work. At least here in the Gay State they can even get a marriage license - unlike Louisiana and California.
Some enchanted evening
You may see a stranger,
You may see a stranger
Across a crowded room…
Who slipped whom. WHOM, Jim. Must you young people insist on forgetting the objective form?
It’s like residual magnetism, only with teh ghey niceness.
Once you go black…
There’s the downlow, and then there’s this. Is there a better word for it that eww?
See, diplomacy WORKS people!
Obama needs to have a beer with more people.
In fact, he should just open a micro brew pub in the White House guest quarters…
have Moussouvi and Achmadinajihiadiiii over. A different pairing every night of the week……
World peace in less than a year!
DustBowlBlues: DAMNIT you caught me being lazy. (Not that that’s very hard.)
Twu wuv
Jim Newell: Indeed. Just today I caught an unnecessary apostrophe (”Frito’s”) and unnecessary quoting of POLITICO.
Jim Newell: Don’t worry. I’ve erased that zero from alongside your name in the attendance book and given you a gold star in its place. When you get home, please tell your mum that you deserve one of those cups of (plastic) chocolate pudding.
populucious: ….Bartender says, “What is this, some kind of a joke?”
sati demise: The pairings of unlikely lovers are endless. Spooky Doktor Tom and . . . and . . .and . . .Shit. Even Hopey’s beer diplomacy isn’t enough to imagine any normal human managing to make friends with our senator. Maybe zombies. Zombies would like him.
Is this the Mr. Crowley Ozzie sang about?
DustBowlBlues: Nope. No brains.
SomeNYGuy: Henry, James and … Britney — Maybe that is the threesome Britney is going on about in her new song.
Three is a charm
Two is not the same
I don’t see the harm
So are you game?
Let’s make a team
Make ‘em say my name
Lovin’ the extreme
Now are you game?
Are you in
Livin’ in sin is the new thing
Are you in
I am countin’!
PoignancySelz: “No,” they replied, “We’re blog comments who drink in moderation.”
populucious: Pigs can be so funny.
Officer Crowley issued Professor Gates a REALLY BIG TICKET for PAHKING HIS CAH ON HAHVAHD YAHD.
In case you were wondering “who” was fining “whom.”
The article fails to mention whether, after getting shitfaced at River Gods, the two stumbled a few blocks to that falafel place that is open until 3 am, and then walked three miles home (because the T stops at 1:00 am), stopping only to piss in a garden at MIT. Not that I am recommending they do this, but as my friends and I learned Friday night/Saturday morning, it is a bonding experience that transcends all racial and political boundaries.
Wait, I’ve seen this one before. Which one of them molested Tim Robbins?
I just can’t quit you man…
Gates couldn’t resist Crowley’s arresting gaze…
Someone should give Obama the Nobel Peace Prize…
Obama obviously has some talent here with the matchmaking…maybe he should start an online dating service?
OMG, Gay Boston uncloseted, gay sexxxytime!!1!
Can a book deal be far behind?
I’ve been to said Cambridge pub. Let me say, I wasn’t the only one wearing cheekless leather straps.
Extemporanus: I wonder who the designated driver is?
Bruno: Straps — or chaps? With spelling skills like these, you’ll always be a bottom — at least in Cambridge…
I am withholding judgment until every single person in America weighs in on this. Again.
Pix, or it never happened.
Jim89048: It’s always the stockings. Cop Crowley took one look at Professor Gates’ gams and couldn’t help himself:
The Cop and the Professor in Cambridge
Come here a minute: ? Why unneccessary? Frito’s corn chips- the corn chips of frito. Frito’s for short- like Sotheby’s.
Since Crowley is the cop, I’d put my money on red and wager it was the cop who slipped the professor the mickey, as they are sometimes wont to do:
#
Michigan trooper faces 10 counts in alleged rapes
Accordion-o-rama: Bravo!
DustBowlBlues: Whom is the dative form of who (and what) to be exact. Going back even further, why is the ablative of what and how is the instrumental.
But you young’uns wuoldn’t remember that.
NYNYNY: Is there a person named Frito who designed the tasty product? I thought Frito was the chip itself. As in “I ate one Frito.” Since it’s a bag of them, they are Fritos. As in “I ate the whole bag of Doritos because they are better than Fritos.” The package of multiple hot dogs in my freezer is Hebrew National. No need to put ’s on the label, is there?