Hey, Happy Mother’s Day to all you mothers out there.

As a special treat, Press the Meat has an “exclusive,” with a meathead being interviewed by a potatohead as Timmy takes on the Newt. I wonder if Newt will change his tune on the latest NSA spying scandal, or if the White House has gotten to him? Then Wall St. Journal hack John Harwood, “Liberal” John Meachem (who referred to Russ Feingold as a ‘sane’ Howard Dean), and rightwing shill (and apparent Botox addict) Judy Woodruff get together to talk about how it’s OK for the NSA to keep track of every phone call ever made in the USA. Hell, they caught Moussaoui, didn’t they?

Over at Fazed the Nation, it’s, well, it’s apparently a secret. Hey, CBS, if you need a web guy to update your frickin’ FTN web page, let me know; I work cheap.

Over at This Weak, George Snufalufagus has Joe Biden and Chuck Hagel on to talk about the NSA’s spying (I, for one, would like to know how we got 250 million Al Qaeda operatives in this country, and we’re going to do about them), then it’s – get this – “feminist and mother” Laura “Lithium” Bush, and, if you haven’t puked yet, they’ll also have another mother, Reese Witherspoon. Then it’s time to see if a bunch of square pegs can fit around a round table, with David “Douchebag” Brooks, Donna “Please don’t hire her if you run again Al” Brazile and, of course, George :jerk: Will.

Over at Fux News Sunday, Chris “Weaselface” Wallace gives us another heapin’ helping of the First Stepford Lady, and then Mary Cheney will be on to tell John Kerry to go fuck himself.

On CNN it’s, oh, hell, who gives a shit what’s on CNN?

Later, on 60 Minutes, Steve Kroft talks to the Dixie Chicks, Lesley Stahl features SEIU President Andy Stern, and Dan Rather says Brazil is off imported oil, so why the hell aren’t we?

It’s a sad moment (IMHO), as the best president of the past 8 years leaves office, as NBC shows both the first and last shows of the West Wing. There are those who say the show isn’t as good as it used to be, but even if it’s true, it’s bound to be better then I Wanna Date a Millonaire, or I Wanna Be a Fucking Rock Star, or whatever crap that’ll probably replace it.

Have a happy mudda’s day.