Way back in the dark days of March (or maybe April?) 2004, Holden bet me $50 that Bush would drop below 40 percent approval rating by the 4th of July. Since Holden was clearly a crude and f[******]ted peddler of nonsense, I agreed to his silly wager.

Over the next months, we proceeded to taunt one another, until finally Holden insulted my womanhood or something, so I was forced to reveal that he is, in fact, a girl who wears a frilly dress.

Thus began the great Eschaton Civil War. There were teams. The teams had uniforms. Mine were better. Holden’s had more lace.

But there’s only so much clothing online, and so we ran out of ugly bridesmaids dresses to clothe one another in, and thus it was revealed that Holden, in addition to being a frilly girl, also rode a pony.

Somehow (there was a lot of liquor involved) this bet evolved into Bush’s sucky poll numbers resulting in Holden ACQUIRING a pony, rather than just riding one, and now they are irrevocably linked: Bush sucks, Holden gets a pony.

Scott Baio is in there too, and Thersites getting into a fight with him, and there's something about Hecate and some box turtles and last we saw NTodd he was running off to secure the 75 kilos of smack in his hatchback, but we got most of the stains out of the carpet. You should have been there, man. It was epic. I think Tena's still hungover, and pie never did find her socks.

Yes, the atriots have their own world, and no, we don't get to be a part of it. There is always someone having more fun than you. Always. Call it the Blogging Corollary to Murphy's Law, or "The Other blog is more fun."

Or more "juvenile," "shrill," "traitorous," "Godless,"vituperative," etc. Althouse has written at length on this. So has Altmouse.