TS here. I’m the less polite half of InstaPutz. In my allotted week, I’ve resolved to – at minimum -- get through the English alphabet.

A is for Attaturk, who can dislocate his jaw.

B is for the Book Review, whose asinine antics have stuck in my craw.

C is for Chris Dodd, who has “real live nads.”

D is for David Petraeus, who ought to supply kneepads.

E is for an evolving abortion stance, which Fred may have to explain.

F is for a funny, which this is not -- it’s insane.

You can get me at instaputzen [at] gmail [dot com].