That may be the single most enjoyable entry title I will ever write. 

I am so not making this up.

That may be the single most enjoyable entry title I will ever write. 

I am so not making this up.

The Hindi jingle for Dermi-Cool.  

Picked up the virus watching the Oz/Bangladesh cricket test.  Damn thing ran almost every commercial break.

The product itself seems to be sort of a talcum-like anti-itch powder.  Ad starts with a guy frantically scratching his back against a pole, twitching like he’s receiving some sort of fluctuating current.  Then he dumps about a pound of Dermi-Cool on his shoulder, grins, and next thing you know he’s throwing open his shirt in a doorway, revealing a comforting white glaze of Dermi-Cool applied evenly to his entire torso.  Thus he can smile and greet the day.

Just wish they made some sort of anti-itch powder for my brain.  I need to scratch this jingle.  I don’t even know what the words mean.  And yet I cannot stop singing them.

If anyone from India knows how to make this stop, please tell me.  For the love of god. 

There’s a good write-up at Liberal Oasis.

Or you could just read the text of Condi’s happy chat with the dictator here, from the State Department’s own website.

The Amnesty International report on Condi’s “good friend” includes grossly unfair trials, roundups and beatings of immigrants, suspicious electoral results, financial fraud, confessions extracted under torture, and summary executions.  Care for some champagne?

Meanwhile, happy pal runs a country where most people live on less than a dollar a day, but Condi’s new best friend squirreled away tens (and possibly hundreds) of millions of dollars in a DC bank known for its lax standards, ties to the CIA, and (coincidentally, of course) handling of terrorist funding.

Sweet. 

UPDATE — oh, and I forgot: Obiang’s globetrotting son — the one in charge of housing for his poor nation, which he apparently oversees from his mansions in London, Paris, and Los Angeles — has been dating hip-hop singer Eve. 

Small, nasty little world. 

Booed lustily when throwing out the first pitch at the Nationals game.