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Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader just doesn't have any blog in him today. So rather than the pithy commentary you are used to allow your Maximum Leader to just to a pityful link dump.

But before the link dump... Your Maximum Leader, Mrs. Villain, and the Villainettes were pleased to host the Minister of Agriculture, Mrs. Smallholder, and Smallholderette to the Villainschloss. We feasted on venison hunted on the Smallholder's small hold, and had a breakfast of eggs from the Smallholder's chickens. It was good to have them here, and we hope to see them again very soon. (Probably pretty soon as Mrs. Villain is likely to deliver the little Villain any day now.)

On to the link dump...

Your Maximum Leader figures you all are paying close attention to the housing plight of the Poet Laureate. You're not? Well read all about it here and here.

You know something... Your Maximum Leader really likes that Dr. Rusty Shackleford. He again linked to your Maximum Leader in a very funny link dump of his own. If you haven't seen the good Dr's recent post containing all of the war posters you need to. Of course, as propaganda posters go, few are as good as Soviet posters. Indeed, the Minister of Agriculture has one of his own... Which reminds your Maximum Leader of a wonderful exhibit he saw at the Guggenheim in New York years ago. It was a great collection of new socialist realism art and architecture.

Speaking of art exhibits. This is one your Maximum Leader will endeavour to see when it comes to DC.

Of course film is an art form... But is the presence of Jennifer Love Hewitt (aka: the "Sex" Goddess of the MWO) in this film enough to make your Maximum Leader want to see it? Probably not. But if one of the Villainettes really wanted to see it badly, he could be talked into taking them to a matinee.

Speaking of sex... Your Maximum Leader knows it isn't his most recent post. (Which is here and very good.) But this post of Kilgore's ended in a way that filled your Maximum Leader with melancholy.

Melancholia aside... Your Maximum Leader has only recently become a habitual reader of Andi's blog. But it is well worth your time to become one. Need proof. Your Maximum Leader presents this thoughtful post. Of course, being an intelligent woman, Andi mentions that she reads this site, and tips her sword to your Maximum Leader for reading the Illiad. Your Maximum Leader does prefer the poetic rendering as well, Andi. But the prose is making for a good read too.

Do you minions ever read this site off the blog roll? You should. Some days there is something so funny there it makes your Maximum Leader's day.

What's this? You mean that Halliburton isn't winning every new government contract worth over $50,000! Damnit... Congress should investigate this.

Is your Maximum Leader the only one who thinks that the Iraqi Governing Council dissolving itself and turning power over to the new interim government with a minimum of whining is a good sign? Yeah they didn't have much choice in the matter. But they really didn't fuss much.

Read Derb's May Diary. If for no other reason than your Maximum Leader respects his knowledge of martial poetry. If only there were a collection of such poems....

Why can your Maximum Leader, a hockey fan, not get all caught up in the playoffs? He doesn't know. Go Flames! Your Maximum Leader needs to find something he likes about Canada right now. (Okay, other than Skippy.) They certainly aren't acting like our friendly neighbours to the north.

And if your Maximum Leader may quibble with the good Dr. Burgess-Jackson. Isn't it "buck-nekkid" and not "buck-naked?" We ought to try and get the dialect correct.

And if you have ever needed a quick bunch of definitions concerning naked, nekkid and such. Allow your Maximum Leader to use the definitions provided to him by the good Keith Roots. (Who, by the way, should contact your Maximum Leader if he is reading this.) Nude is the artistic state of being without clothing. Naked is the normal state of being without clothing. Nekkid is the state of being without clothing coupled with vigourous action.

And finally, regardless of what she says. Anna is the shit.

Carry on.