Some conservatives are attempting to use penguins as examples for human behavior, claiming that the documentary March Of The Penguins is a fine argument for monogamy.

Never mind that penguins are not monogamous, choosing different mates almost every year, as the film (which I loved) quite explicity (if subtly) explains late in the narration.

So, let’s add this up: wrong on the specific science, wrong on what’s actually in the film, and wrong on the whole bizarre notion that the behaviors of one species should be used as an example for another.

But other than that, they’ve nailed it.

Hat tip to reader Jim at FAIR.

UPDATE: almost two dozen readers have sent me various gay penguin links.  It turns out all that honking and screeching is actually their own little chant:

Skippy.  Really strong batch of posts lately.  Whole page is good.

Interesting.

The Pentagon has already yanked the official website of the staggeringly unfree stick-the-DoD-employees-in-matching-T-shirts-and-call-it-a-rally Freedom Walk, less than 48 hours after the event concluded.

You sort of figure if it had been anything other than a near-total waste of taxpayer money, they’d be posting aerial photos of the giant crowds and self-congratulatory tributes and thanks to Clint Black.

You’d figure.

How could Laura Bush possibly not know the name of Hurricane Katrina?
The merest grip on reality only strengthens the terrorists
569   49.8%
She gets her information directly from Mike Brown at FEMA
315   27.6%
"Katrina" is just a Democratic slur; starting tomorrow, the real name is "Corrina"
186   16.3%
Never removed the earplugs from the day George played guitar
73   6.4%

Strangely, Bush’s singular inattention to the impending destruction of an entire American city has only knocked his poll numbers down a few points.

So what, exactly, would it take for Bush’s base to start rethinking things?  New poll at upper left.

For the roughly ten percent of you in the UK:

Hats off to Kevin Pietersen, whose maiden century clinched for England their first Ashes win in a generation.

I hope you’ll celebrate with an extra beverage on my account.  I won’t
even made a crack about his total inability to catch a batted
ball or the polecat he wears on his head for a haircut.  (Except that
one.)  Truly spectacular show.  The whole team played well; Freddie
and Simon Jones were particularly good, and Vaughn did a fabulous job
with the captaincy.  It’s a fine night for the Barmy Army.

As an Australia supporter, I hate to write this, but well-deserved.  Of course, if Warney makes that catch at first slip, I still think we’ve still got a chance today.  Sigh…

Congrats, dear Poms.  Well played, top to bottom.

To those of you reading from Oz: just please keep Warne and McGrath
healthy for two more years.  I intend to be there, screaming my lungs
out beside you next time.  I’m hoping we can all yell BLEAAAAAAAAAUUGGGGGGHHHHHH together.

And to the sudden flood of Kiwi visitors in the last 24 hours:
welcome.  I saw my first cricket match
ever at Eden Park.  I adore your country, and will miss seeing King Carlos and
Justin Marshall’s faces amid the All Blacks.

If any antipodean visitor is looking to hire a creative
complainer, please do pass my name around.  I wouldn’t mind an extended visit.