We were all jealous of Wonkette videographer Liz Glover after seeing this Polaroid she took with America’s beautiful boy, Mitt “Willard” Romney. That is one tasty-lookin’ fraud salad! Liz claims that they never hooked up, but she doesn’t realize that in Mormonism, a handshake is considered third base. Also: Liz — like most people who, in some fashion, have worked for Gawker Media in the past — has been doing some work for the Radar blog, so help a sister out and watch this interview she did with Spike Lee in Denver. [Radar]

Last night, your “Polaroid Liz” Glover went to some party in Denver called like, “James Carville’s Cajun Bayou Bash!” No but really: it was some hokey New Orleans stereotype-athon, hosted by James Carville, to show support for HURRICANE KATRINA. Here’s how Liz describes Carville at his own creepy party: “I got a contact high from the bourbon coming out of his pores.” And here they are in gritty ’70s porn lighting.

Polaroid Liz returns! Here she is with the bull-riding former DNC chairman and current Hillary campaign chairman Terry McAuliffe. He is a monster of energy, and maybe kind of a monster also. But here we are tonight at the Hillary campaign headquarters in Philadelphia, where there is no wireless despite the fact that all the campaign people keep saying “sure, there’s wireless everywhere!” These people lie like demons, everywhere, about everything.

The big Obama party’s press room (imagine the orgy of a century, except you can only watch it on a big screen surrounded by 3,323,231 HuffPo reporters) has a SNIFFING DOG that has to search your bags for bombs, because Barack is more black than your average presidential candidate and will likely be assassinated by Ron Paul. Anyway, Liz stupidly threw away all her drugs and alcohol before I could say “no, THAT dog doesn’t care!” My, how a moment becomes a lifetime! So we’re here in this gym, and that’s Liz playing with Obama’s bomb-sniffing dog. Over.