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A lady in my nearly empty working quarters approached me yesterday morning and asked, What do Jews do on Christmas?

One of the girly boys at the Los Angeles Titanic, Bobby Lloyd, pressed the Denigration button on his downtown computer yesterday. Out spilled the darnedest sewing basket full of shopworn insults that Bobby could shoehorn into his childish late-to-the-dance putdown of Phil Robertson in this morning’s skinny edition.

I am saddened to report that my two sons who are gay fit the stereotypical profile of fulltime angry and unremittingly lonely. The only worse fate I can think of would be a dreadfully crippling malady.

Special election or hurry-up appointment? An easy question for both liberals and normal people to field. For the left, their hearts always are in charge. And so in the 13 days since the beloved Los Angeles School Board member Marguerite LaMotte died, the South Los Angeles neighborhoods she represented have rushed the barriers.

Rounding up support the breadth of our land to oppose a Jewish policy in Israel is as slickly easy as convincing President Obama to lie about his pre-White House days, about his place of birth, about his upbringing, about his religion, about his education, about his social life as a young man, about his political philosophy at any stage, about his family, about his political activism in school days, about his relationship with 12 of the most disgusting…

Her full name is Jessica (Ah Hate, Ah Say Ah Hate Wasting the Lovely Taxpayers’ Hard-Earned Dollars on Extravagant Capitalistic Non-Necessities Such as, Ugh, Special Elections) Levinson. Her bulky name, tapered to twin with her bulky anti-capitalist political philosophy, explains why she is on the faculty downtown of Loyola Law School rather than…

The four biggest political knee-slappers of recent years: Holly J. Mitchell (D-Culver City), Curren D. Price (D-Culver City), Karen Bass (D-Culver City), and Maxine Waters (D-Culver City).

The safest wager in Culver City, on any of the seven days, at any of the 24 hours, is that when you corner City Councilman Jim Clarke, he is on the way to his next stop. He covers more ground in a single day than a globe-girdling airline pilot. This afternoon he was…

Christopher Armenta and his backers, sounding like a one-note choir with the needle stuck, are dusting off a laughable crutch in anticipation of losing the state Assembly special election on Dec. 3. Mr. Armenta looked self-inflictingly silly early this month when he complained in his ugly mailer about the election falling in the midst of Chanukah.

Had there been a hand puppet, or a corpse, at last week’s endorsement meeting of the Culver City Democratic Club, even he, or it, would have been cheered pantingly if he had breathlessly declared that he, or it, supported a ban on those gosh darned plastic bags.