Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader has been thinking about the object of his platonic affections, the dreamy Jennifer Love Hewitt. He’s not been thinking about all the press she is getting as a result of her appearing “fat” in those bikini photos (to which your Maximum Leader linked a few posts ago).

He’s been thinking about her future as the object of his platonic affections.

He’s decided that when the dreamy Miss Hewitt ties the knot with her betrothed, she will cease to be the object of platonic affections.

Yes, your Maximum Leader is throwing Miss Hewitt under the proverbial bus because she’s decided to get hitched.

So your Maximum Leader is on the lookout for a new woman that he can call dreamy and write meaningless posts about.

If you would like to suggest an attrative single woman, feel free to do so in the comments. Your Maximum Leader is leaning towards the lovely, talented, and Slavic (Tagik?) Lola Astanova as the new object of his affection.

Have you heard of Lola Astanova? Her album (named appropriately “Debut” - available exclusively at iTunes) has been played and played on his iPod recently. Here is a Wiki page on Miss Astanova.

Here is a video of Miss Astanova on Fox Business on November 1.

Here is another video for your edification, this time from some morning program…

Yes… Lola…

Carry on.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader presumes, perhaps wrongly, that many of you who read this site might also read his friend Kevin’s site.

As readers of both sites know, Kevin is taking off to Europe for a few days. So, during that time your Maximum Leader is both assuring that Kevin-authored content is published along a schedule set forth by Kevin himself. But your Maximum Leader is also writing some original content for publication there.

If you are so inclined, go over to Kevin’s site (and for the next few days - your Maximum Leader’s other site) to see if he’s posted a little gem for you.

Carry on.

Dr. Howard K. Smith, PhD (Philosophy, Harvard, ’72) groaned audibly. He hated his Department Chair. The Chair had placed that filthy little slut in his class intentionally. It would drive him mad. She’d taken her first test. He now had to grade it. He opened the examination booklet and read the first line.

“I don’t think that someone’s mind should have a problem with their body. I mean we all know that our jeans control how our body looks anyway.”

Dr. Smith then, for the first time in years, prayed to a God he doubted existed for strength.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader was working himself up into a lather over the plight of Gillian Gibbons. You know Ms. Gibbons. She who allowed her children (by which your Maximum Leader means the children she taught in school - not her biological children) to name a teddy bear after the prophet Mohammed.

At first your Maximum Leader was hoping that Gordon Brown would send a group of Royal Marines to the Sudan to rescue Ms. Gibbons before any sentance would be carried out upon her. But then it seemed as though the need for a military solution to the problem was averted when the Sudan pardoned her and allowed her to leave the country.

Your Maximum Leader is happy that Ms. Gibbons was not punished for a seemingly minor infraction (so minor in fact that in the civilized world it would not be an infraction at all). But at some level he wanted to strike a blow against this wild fundamentalism that seems to infect Islam around the world…

Of course, he’s found himself agreeing completely with that which Rachel wrote over on her fine blog.

Oh that we had more Charles Napier’s in the world.

Carry on.