Tuesday, July 20, 2004

Today is primary day in Georgia. Please vote.

If, like me, you're voting in DeKalb county, you'll have a choice between Liane Levitan (bored housewife) and Cynthia McKinney (bigot).

Please vote for the bored housewife, not the bigot. It matters.

What is it about the now-defunct Clinton administration, and documents going missing?

I mean, we had Hillary's billing records (oh, sorry, they turned up out of the blue) (and a staffer was later found face down in the Potomac), laptops going missing at Ms. Albright's State Department, all sorts of interesting bits leaving our nuclear weapons labs for points east, and now Sandy Berger.

Bill Clinton will, in time, come to be seen not just as one of America's worst Presidents ever, but one of America's worst Americans ever.

Sunday, July 18, 2004

Elton John wishes for a consequence-free world. The BBC reports this as a complaint about censorship.

I'd like a solid gold crapper. Please. I'm sure the Beeb will report this as vast American unhappiness with the way the Bush administration handles public sanitation issues.

Oh, Elton, as a fellow Atlantan, Delta's still ready when you are.

Rusell Beattie hates me. More later. For now, I've got to finish the BBQ.

Hey, Sir Elton, speaking as an Atlantan, Delta's ready when you are!

From the horse's mouth: "I have to say that John Edwards is very beautiful."

The more I hear from Mrs. Heinz Kerry, the more I like her.

Saturday, July 17, 2004

North Korea has a website.

True to socialist reality, clicking on "Korean Cuisine" pops up a dialog box saying "please wait!" Even better, and totally in keeping with socialist reality, all you can do is click "OK". No complaints accepted here, comrade.

Update: clicking on "Korean Cuisine" now generates nothing at all. Even closer to socialist reality, I think.

Friday, July 09, 2004

"It got weird, didn't it?"

Thursday, July 08, 2004

I don't know about you, but I was always taught to launch from behind some cover.

I took this test and came in as a mob boss. Hmm.

"You are an SRDL--Sober Rational Destructive Leader. This makes you a mob boss. You are the ultimate alpha person and even your friends give you your space. You can't stand whiners, weaklings, schlemiels or schlemozzles. You don't make many jokes, but when you do, others laugh out loud. They must.

People often turn to you for advice, and wisely. You are calm in a crisis, cautious in a tempest, and attuned to even the finest details. Yours is the profile of a smart head for business and a dangerous enemy.

You have a natural knack for fashion and occupy a suit like a matinee idol. Your charisma is striking and without artifice. You are generous, thoughtful, and appreciate life's finer things.

Please don't kick my ass."

Update: I took the test again as something about the "natural knack for fashion" struck me as off (trust me, damn you). This time I came in as a WRDL--Wacky Rational Destructive Leader. This makes me an enemy of the state.

Either way, it looks like I've got the "Rational Destructive Leader" thing down. All that varies is whether I hit you with a 9x19 or a polka-dotted plastic banana.

"You and whose army" pops to mind.

My God! Don't these people understand how stupid they sound?

"In building the fence, the court rules, Israel violated international humanitarian law, by infringing on Palestinians' freedom of movement, freedom to seek employment, education and health.

It also states that Israel violated international treaties it had signed which deal with these topics: 'The construction of such a wall accordingly constitutes breaches by Israel of its various obligations under the applicable international humanitarian law and human rights instruments.'"

While you're at it, Mr. Judge, please comment on Arafat's sponsorship of suicide bombers. Nothing to say? Thought not.


Well, yes, but then why would you want to get up?

Mongo want!

Atlanta's rappers have gone into mourning. More here.

The local investment community is feeling the pinch as well.

(Subscriptions may be required.)

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

When mohair subsidies go bad.

Wouldn't a better title be "Reporters Whore For Islamofascists"?

BAGHDAD (Reuters) - The Iraqi official heading the investigation into alleged corruption in the United Nations (news - web sites) oil-for-food program was killed in a bomb attack earlier this week, officials familiar with the probe said on Saturday.

I'm sure it's just coincidence.

Hmmm. Somehow, I have the feeling that the first time the French ever try to actually launch, they'll find the BIG RED BUTTON covered with the sign "EN GREVE".

(Comme la SNCF, vous voyez.)

I bet this will be a HUUUUUGE news story in the next few hours.


Nick Berg is beheaded and the story is out of the news cycle within a day. Well, all except his father's rants against GWB. Got to keep on that Abu Ghraib thing, dontcha know.

The US removes two tons of uranium from Iraq, and it won't even make the news in the first place. Well, unless the US manages to spill it on some prisoners at Abu Ghraib, or contaminate a dolphin sanctuary, or somesuch.

You know, I sometimes think that freedom of speech will die in the US because the people who shout loudest about it do so only because they want to propagandize.

So, the Iranians are plotting to kill Americans in Iraq.

How's this going to play out? There'll probably be diplomatic pressure before November 2. After? Well, it's hard to say. If America can keep Iraq free and on a path to secular, pluralist republicanism, Iraq will become this beacon to the rest of the Arab world. Unfortunately, Iraq has the Wahabbis to the South, Ba'athists to the North, and the Mullahs to the east. Oh, and the Wahhabis sponsor radicalism, the Ba'athists probably have some of Saddam's WMD arsenal, and the Mullahs are working feverishly on The Islamic Bomb (TM).

Of course, the Saudi Royal Family may end up slaughtered in the streets, eaten by the alligator it tried to buy off. The ensuing chaos would take those guys out of the game for a while, and the departure of all the foreign workers - sorry, dirty kufrs - would certainly hamstring the inflow of oil money for a while.

Also, Boy Assad is just not his father, and has to worry about internal security. This would increasingly be a problem as Iraq grows in freedom and wealth. He might not be able to engage in foreign adventures, simply because he can't afford the risk.

Finally, we have the Mullahs. They're building their nukes, they're setting off bombs in Iraq. They have a populace that's increasingly tired of them.

Oh, one more thing. In case you didn't notice, the Intefada is over and Arafat lost. The wall the Israelis are building has cut violence to almost nothing where it's been completed. The Palestinians now have to make a choice between stewing in their own psychotic juices or joining the community of nations - the distraction of Jew-killing is increasingly unavailable.

So that old canard - fix the Israeli/Palestinian problem before anything else - is now off the table. Iraq now has regular diplomatic relations with the US. This is the point in time when one of the Islamic world's more psychotic nations has been caught in the process of trying to kill Americans.

Their timing could not have been worse.

Sunday, July 04, 2004

God bless Charles Krauthammer.

Tellin' it like it is, again.

Pitt the Elder's Speech to Parliament, June 1774

"My Lords, I am an old man, and will advise the noble Lords now in office, to adopt a more gentle mode of governing America; for the day is not far distant, when America may vie with these kingdoms, not only in arms, but in arts also. It is an established fact that the principal towns in America are learned and polite, and understand the constitution of the British empire as well as the noble Lords who guide the springs of government; and consequently, they will have a watchful eye over their liberties, to prevent the least encroachment of an Arbitrary Administration on their hereditary rights and privileges."

And the rest, as they say, is history.

Happy 228th, America.

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