Now and then I get lazy and decide that new material is more effort than I want to expend. So for your reading enjoyment and my need for sleep, I present the best VodkaPundit Celebrity Insults for March, April, and May:

Anne Coulter is a hatchet-faced hatchet-job artist whose main claim to fame is a poorly-written book and a TKO over the fearsome Katie Couric.

Tom Friedman is back to blowing himself.

Are Bloggers saving the world from Peter Jennings?

Andrea Thompson is leaving CNN Headline News. Nice rack, lousy anchor.

Arlen Specter needs to be hit upside the head with a brick with the words "There's a war on" etched into it.

Richard Holbrooke: “Please don’t tell me my career of sucking up to oily foreign ministers was a total waste.”

As a writer, Alex Beam has the enviable ability to make me feel eight years old again. "Are we there yet?"

The brick-slappable Karenna Gore is thinking of running for office.

This site has picked on Michael Moore's impending physical implosion into a singularity, his globe-like girth, and even his issues with Chee-Tohs Brand Snak Food-Type Crunch Things.

Norman Mineta, an ineffectual gasbag second only to Tom Ridge, still won't let pilots carry guns.

The Tom Ridge Seal of Approval is easy to spot -- it's the sticker with the big head and the vacant smile.

I'd rather listen to Bruce Hornsby than sandpaper my teeth. Usually.

Which is more to blame for the ruin of Genesis: Was it Peter Gabriel going solo or Phil Collins getting out from behind the drums?

When Tom Friedman starts talking peace plans, it’s usually time for either a stomach pump or a belly laugh – either way, your guts are going to be sore.

Bill Bennett should be asked -- with a well-placed pictchfork --to please leave the Republican Party.

Scientists have discovered an entire new order of insect, but no word yet on whether Arafat will be allowed to leave his Ramallah bunker to accept the honor.

Blogger is working as hard today as a Saudi prince in an easy chair with a fresh Scotch, a fluff girl, and 18 well-mannered servants bearing tasty foodstuffs.

Michael Douglas is just as creepy as a gay man as he is straight.

Roger Ebert has his head so far up his ass, he can lick his own esophagus. We call this maneuver "pulling a Fukuyama."

Massachusetts Senator and five-time National Crisco Eating Champion Ted Kennedy will host a Senate hearing on obesity in America.

Neil Bush is the Andrew Ridgely of the Bush clan.

It's Fleet Week in NYC, and you know what that means -- Cher has stocked up on lots of clean sheets.

Europe, and NATO in particular, is about as useful as a miniature poodle on the Red Wing’s penalty kill line. The only difference is, the poodle does slightly less annoying yapping.