His July trip to Florida is just a misty, kegger-fueled spot of amnesia. And too much loot was blown on distressed jeans from Ab and Fitch. And those CDs of Rascal Flatts and Weezer — were they worth it?

And never mind all the cash he lost on the Miami hooker who turned out to be a tranny.

It’s back to San Diego U for Evan — our latest Cruiser Boy discovery.

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Italian strega Camille Paglia — author of my favorite book of the summer: the electric hot-pink Break, Blow, Burn (a poetry primer for brainy imbeciles) — has finally assumed the role I always knew, always hoped, she would: Pagan High Priestess rumbling out spooky Pop Icon Prophecies that she channels from magazine photos and Access Hollywood.

Case in point: Kabbalah kibitzer Madonna and her recent tweedy romp through the August issue of Vogue:

Camille, like myself, didn’t want to miss that issue, but unlike the rest of us who casually scanned its series of staged Grand Lady Madonna photos, Paglia saw misfortune in the photos. And yet what were they but typical Vogue fare (at least to the naked, uninitiated eye). There was Madonna feeding chickens … Madonna in cozy bed with children … Madonna on the lawn in a summer dress that foamed like a wave on the ground … Madonna on horse… (more…)

In one short, pin-prick of a paragraph, the New York Times summed up the most incompetent president in U.S. history. The occasion was a speech, delivered yesterday from the Rose Garden, in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, the deadliest natural disaster to hit this country since the San Francisco earthquake of 1906, according to CNN. (more…)