When I met him finally I asked him about the travel, but he told me that Hurricane Katrina had covered Texas in water so planes could not land.
Sounds just about right.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
The Bread of Death
Yusuf Beys for blood at that friendly, peaceful, place known as Your Black Muslim Bakery
Friday, August 03, 2007
Wheeling and dealing, Euro style
But undercutting French officials, Saif al-Islam Qaddafi, the son of the Libyan leader, Col. Muammar el-Qaddafi, disclosed the contracts in an interview in Le Monde. He said that during a recent visit by Mr. Sarkozy, the Libyans asked him to “accelerate things.”
Mais bien sur.
Excalibur, Apache, and Falcon hit Binnie Boyz
There's no joy on Planet Pepe. Go, fly boys! That's the way to do it. Either that, or Robocop.
Two Strikes...Not Yet Out
Mr. Cruz would not be paranoid for thinking that Nicanor is out to get him---up close and personal like.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
hot and humid mid-summer morn...
I took this photo at 7:30am, in central South Dakota last week. Extremely humid, and extremely hot (peaking to about 110F in the late afternoons). The fog in the mornings was about as thick and dense as I'd ever seen it. This made for pretty ornaments with the spider webs in the field we worked in.
a glimmer in the cerebral abyss...
He was beaten and left for dead one night in a robbery while walking home in 1999. His skull was crushed and his brain severely damaged. The doctor said if he pulled through at all, he'd be a vegetable for the rest of his life...
But researchers chose him for an experimental attempt to rev up his brain by placing electrodes in it. And here's how his mother describes the change in her son, now 38:
"My son can now eat, speak, watch a movie without falling asleep," she said Wednesday while choking back tears during a telephone news conference. "He can drink from a cup. He can express pain. He can cry and he can laugh.
"The most important part is he can say, `Mommy' and `Pop.' He can say, `I love you, Mommy' ... I still cry every time I see my son, but it's tears of joy."
35W Into the Mississippi...
AA and myself frequently crossed this bridge (along with 100,000 other commuters/day), at speed, during our days at U of Minnesota. There's a pretty good Dunn Bros. Coffee shop not far from the exit ramp on the north (East Bank) side of the bridge.
Also note the public response to this civil disaster on the upper Mississippi vs. the response to the Katrina disaster around Pepe's Play Land. There is a similarity between the two in the total failure of a major civil engineering project (it doesn't appear to be terrorist related), be it a bridge in the Twin Cities, or a levee in New Orleans.
Beyond that, it's unlikely that $70,000 will be found in either Norm Coleman's or Mark Dayton's freezer. Cops and firefighters are working to help the populace rather than rob them. People immediate to the tragedy helped others in need, be it assisting a bus full of school kids to safety, or whatever.
Perhaps we'll hear about a more raw, savage side of this tragedy at some point in the future. But for now, it seems as though there's variation in how the City of Water handles itself vs. how the Big Easy does.
Also note the public response to this civil disaster on the upper Mississippi vs. the response to the Katrina disaster around Pepe's Play Land. There is a similarity between the two in the total failure of a major civil engineering project (it doesn't appear to be terrorist related), be it a bridge in the Twin Cities, or a levee in New Orleans.
Beyond that, it's unlikely that $70,000 will be found in either Norm Coleman's or Mark Dayton's freezer. Cops and firefighters are working to help the populace rather than rob them. People immediate to the tragedy helped others in need, be it assisting a bus full of school kids to safety, or whatever.
Perhaps we'll hear about a more raw, savage side of this tragedy at some point in the future. But for now, it seems as though there's variation in how the City of Water handles itself vs. how the Big Easy does.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
justice & gonzi
Justice Department officials said it was not unusual for senior members to weigh in on major criminal cases, and a spokesman, Dean Boyd, said the department "encourages healthy internal debate and discussion on complex cases like this one."
uh-huh
uh-huh
Allies and Native Scouts... in the 21st Century
For a while I've been making comparisons (at least in my own head) with the late 19th-century Frontier Indian Wars and how the U.S. handles the contemporary fight against Islam Militant. This article is the first (at least that I can remember) to draw references from that period of the past with our contemporary situation.
Excerpt: What we must now strive to do is to not repeat our past grievous errors. Most Native American Indian scouts were woefully treated after they had served honorably and well. Disarmed, abused, returned to reservations, their treatment amounts to nothing less than a national disgrace. In our own history General Crook, in a rare display of integrity, resigned his commission when his promises to his Apache scouts were broken by a duplicitous government in Washington.
Let us not forget our Kurdish friends.
Note: history NEVER repeats itself... but it does tend to look similar from time to time. Regarding the pic, click here if interested.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Bobcat SOLD to South Korea...
Bobcat Co. has its roots in the state, and has been acquired twice since its local inception 60 years ago: The company, known for its skid-steer loaders, was owned by the Melroe family in Bismarck, who sold it to Clark Equipment in 1969. In 1995, Ingersoll-Rand bought it from Clark...
In fact, Kemmitz said the labor contract was set to expire when Ingersoll-Rand, based in Bermuda, had first purchased the company in 1995. But Ingersoll-Rand made few changes, Kemmitz said.
"There's a lot of things going for everybody for it to stay,"Kemmitz said. "The work force is well-trained and very efficient. The wages are not out of line with anything in North Dakota, and are especially competitive globally."
See the comments below once you get to the link. I posted under the pseudonym, "Aaron." Also: do you guys think it's chickenshit that we post on a blog under pseudonym ourselves? Just a question.
Dakota Attempted Murder...
Read the article, and below here's the personal encounter my friends and I had with the attempted murderer, Ernest Coppage.
Last fall a friend of mine -- aka, "Two Katt" -- and fellow archaeologist lived in a basement apartment situated just down the stair-hallway of Ernest Coppage (the guy who attempted the murder). Coppage went by the name "E" and was wound a little -- at least the couple times that I met him.
Two Katt, my friend (he since returned to his home in the Twin Cities), was out in Colorado on assignment when "E" tried murdering his girlfriend. About a month before it all went down, Two Katt told E's girlfriend to "Get rid of this guy. Just go. E is bad news." E's girlfriend stuck around, though.
It was one of those cases where the girl, for some reason, felt she needed to stick with this sonofabitch. E originally hails from Chicago (he's lived in Bismarck for about 5 years). I think he's going to be in Dakota a bit longer than he initially anticipated.
Last fall a friend of mine -- aka, "Two Katt" -- and fellow archaeologist lived in a basement apartment situated just down the stair-hallway of Ernest Coppage (the guy who attempted the murder). Coppage went by the name "E" and was wound a little -- at least the couple times that I met him.
Two Katt, my friend (he since returned to his home in the Twin Cities), was out in Colorado on assignment when "E" tried murdering his girlfriend. About a month before it all went down, Two Katt told E's girlfriend to "Get rid of this guy. Just go. E is bad news." E's girlfriend stuck around, though.
It was one of those cases where the girl, for some reason, felt she needed to stick with this sonofabitch. E originally hails from Chicago (he's lived in Bismarck for about 5 years). I think he's going to be in Dakota a bit longer than he initially anticipated.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Big Easy blues
Tammy White said her husband was planning to get out of the construction management business and the couple was going to open a photography studio.
Hmmm.... Why would anyone do that? At any rate, IT'S ALL BUSH'S FAULT!!!! Yes, Pepe?
Hmmm.... Why would anyone do that? At any rate, IT'S ALL BUSH'S FAULT!!!! Yes, Pepe?
Fear Is No Four Letter Word on Planet Pepe
Today is a Good Day for Hitch. He must have had his coffee,THEN wrote this, THEN hit his Pinot Noir.
The article is in the comments section, but here's a part where he takes the measure of the Lord of PP and his "Moore the Motherer" blown by the bag of winds pensee.
"As one who has occasionally challenged Islamic propaganda in public and been told that I have thereby "insulted 1.5 billion Muslims," I can say what I suspect—which is that there is an unmistakable note of menace behind that claim. No, I do not think for a moment that Mohammed took a "night journey" to Jerusalem on a winged horse. And I do not care if 10 billion people intone the contrary. Nor should I have to. But the plain fact is that the believable threat of violence undergirds the Muslim demand for "respect." "
But the Lord of PP so much does care about being on the side with most dicks.
The article is in the comments section, but here's a part where he takes the measure of the Lord of PP and his "Moore the Motherer" blown by the bag of winds pensee.
"As one who has occasionally challenged Islamic propaganda in public and been told that I have thereby "insulted 1.5 billion Muslims," I can say what I suspect—which is that there is an unmistakable note of menace behind that claim. No, I do not think for a moment that Mohammed took a "night journey" to Jerusalem on a winged horse. And I do not care if 10 billion people intone the contrary. Nor should I have to. But the plain fact is that the believable threat of violence undergirds the Muslim demand for "respect." "
But the Lord of PP so much does care about being on the side with most dicks.
...Roosevelt (effort #3,441)
When the Spanish-American War broke out in 1898, Roosevelt, who was serving as the assistant secretary of the Navy, resigned his post, gathered up a scruffy company of volunteers from around the nation, and then worked with all of his might to get himself to the front in Cuba in time to be in a serious battle. His biggest fear in the late spring of 1898 was that the war would end before he could get his Rough Riders into some bloody action.
Think about that.
Another mft effort to get FCP'ers more acquainted with Theodore Roosevelt. BULLY!
Oscar the Death Cat: any ideas, fellahs?
"Since he was adopted by staff members as a kitten, Oscar the Cat has had an uncanny ability to predict when residents are about to die. Thus far, he has presided over the deaths of more than 25 residents on the third floor of Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Center in Providence, Rhode Island. His mere presence at the bedside is viewed by physicians and nursing home staff as an almost absolute indicator of impending death, allowing staff members to adequately notify families. Oscar has also provided companionship to those who would otherwise have died alone. For his work, he is highly regarded by the physicians and staff at Steere House and by the families of the residents whom he serves."
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Perkins, North Bismarck, Sunday morning: the horror
Perkins, north Bismarck, late-morning, on a Sunday, gets jammed with Christiandom followers who for some reason willingly wait 20-to-40 minutes to eat calories and fuel (Americans are suspicious of calling it "food"). I found my Infidel self wondering why were we all here, with our Machiavelli smiles toward one-another, forcing someone else to cook our food on the supposedly sanctified Sabbath?
We can rule the taste of the calories out right away. Any Perkins manager, off the record, would ascent to this. It costs around 11-to-12 Almighty Dollars to get an average breakfast spread of two eggs, toast, hash browns, bacon, coffee and orange juice. Ergo, the price is not what's bringing the crowd in either.
Perhaps Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation convinced themselves that this is what they and their families ought to do after attending sermon or mass on Sunday? I'm certain there's a better explanation. Still, I'm bewildered by it all.
Per my loving father's request (per my wonderful Swedish grandmother's request), I attended this breakfast meeting. Before leaving for Perkins, I woke up my brother and asked him to come along. I drove us up, we parked, and then entered the lobby.
We politely shoved our way through to where our other relatives waited, and while doing this received smiling stares and glances from the other waiting patrons. I overheard one waiting patron remark on the state of the crowd, saying, "My GOD!" under his breath.
We stood. It felt like all of north Bismarck was there. Awkward. Trying to face the right way. Trying not to stare too long. Three-hundred sixty degrees of smiling faces. For everyone. Excruciating. I understood why people went outside to smoke. At least they could stare at the nearby intersection in the blasting sun.
Finally, the family name was blurted out. I felt partially grateful that we would now be seated, at the very least to get away from the smiling and understandable resentment of my fellow Western Civilizationers. The hostess led us through the restaurant. We followed her through the narrow isles, dodging a bus-boy here, and a waiter and waitress there.
The hostess brought us to an empty table and said, "Would this be all right?" At least internally, it's extremely easy to interpret this pseudo-deference in a sarcastic and cynical light. While externally smiling, I internally thought, "What the hell choice would we have if this wasn't alright? Should I say, 'no, this won't do. Tell your minstrels we need a table and setting that's much more regal!'" Absurdity abounds. We agreed to the table. We sat. We pushed on.
Our beverage orders gave way to our breakfast orders, and during the interlude, I decided to assist my Aunt and Uncle. Their young granddaughter — my second cousin — was being what some might call a "pill." At fourteen months, she did not want to sit in the high-chair (or any chair), and she did not want to wait for the meal. She wanted to color on the table with crayons, she wanted to make incomprehensible noise and even cry a bit, and she wanted out of there.
My own atavistic impulse suggested something similar: deface the establishment, disturb the sensibilities of the patrons, and leave. Sometimes we stray from the comforts of cultural politeness. I have the decency not to act on these urges, although I know plenty others think of them just as much as I do. Sometimes I'm jealous when I see a child who gets to act that way.
Still waiting for our calories to arrive, I announced that I was going to take the little one for a walk. This was an outstanding move on all fronts: first, it naturally made me look like a Saint, not only to my family, but to all others around. "MFT for Mayor!" Second, it relieved my Aunt and Uncle from their duties, if just for a bit. Little ones have amazing four-hour bursts of energy before they need to recharge. Adult energy levels are much more paced. Two worldviews collided. I took action, and finally the little one and I got to get out of Perkins for a solid ten minutes.
After again pushing past the lobby jammed full of waiting patrons, we made our way out the door and found a nice spot of shade, and lush Kentucky Bluegrass on the west side of the building. I pointed to the grass and began to impress a cultural noun on her by repeating the word "GRASS." I sat. She wandered a little bit, now placid, even smiley.
Our spot of shade also happened to be on the same side as the kitchen. An employee came out for a quick five minute
smoke. I thought it would be difficult for him to enjoy it, knowing that each drag brought him closer to going back to his duty. Yet the cigarette also provided his neurosis and body with a little bit of escape, and a bit of re-invigoration.
I said to him, "Man, these people just keep coming." Cars, vans, and mostly large trucks continued pouring into the parking lot. His expression remained the same, and he said, "Yeah." He gazed across the lot. He threw his butt away, pivoted, reached for the handle, opened the door, and went back to doing whatever it is he did in the kitchen at Perkins north.
By the time the little one and I got back, my family table was about 3/4 finished with their food. I ate my breakfast, drank my coffee, and seeing that everyone else was finished, gave the "Well, what do you think?" This phrase is used to suggest that everyone depart from the finished meal. There are other variations: "Well, I suppose..." and the brief, "Alright!"
We all agreed to leave, and got out of there. Damaged, yes. But successfully. To be succinct: never go to Perkins on a Sunday morning. If you have to, though, make sure there's an accompanying toddler.
[addendum: upon reconsideration of the above Universal, MFT has decided to alter it simply say, "NEVER GO TO PERKINS."]
We can rule the taste of the calories out right away. Any Perkins manager, off the record, would ascent to this. It costs around 11-to-12 Almighty Dollars to get an average breakfast spread of two eggs, toast, hash browns, bacon, coffee and orange juice. Ergo, the price is not what's bringing the crowd in either.
Perhaps Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation convinced themselves that this is what they and their families ought to do after attending sermon or mass on Sunday? I'm certain there's a better explanation. Still, I'm bewildered by it all.
Per my loving father's request (per my wonderful Swedish grandmother's request), I attended this breakfast meeting. Before leaving for Perkins, I woke up my brother and asked him to come along. I drove us up, we parked, and then entered the lobby.
We politely shoved our way through to where our other relatives waited, and while doing this received smiling stares and glances from the other waiting patrons. I overheard one waiting patron remark on the state of the crowd, saying, "My GOD!" under his breath.
We stood. It felt like all of north Bismarck was there. Awkward. Trying to face the right way. Trying not to stare too long. Three-hundred sixty degrees of smiling faces. For everyone. Excruciating. I understood why people went outside to smoke. At least they could stare at the nearby intersection in the blasting sun.
Finally, the family name was blurted out. I felt partially grateful that we would now be seated, at the very least to get away from the smiling and understandable resentment of my fellow Western Civilizationers. The hostess led us through the restaurant. We followed her through the narrow isles, dodging a bus-boy here, and a waiter and waitress there.
The hostess brought us to an empty table and said, "Would this be all right?" At least internally, it's extremely easy to interpret this pseudo-deference in a sarcastic and cynical light. While externally smiling, I internally thought, "What the hell choice would we have if this wasn't alright? Should I say, 'no, this won't do. Tell your minstrels we need a table and setting that's much more regal!'" Absurdity abounds. We agreed to the table. We sat. We pushed on.
Our beverage orders gave way to our breakfast orders, and during the interlude, I decided to assist my Aunt and Uncle. Their young granddaughter — my second cousin — was being what some might call a "pill." At fourteen months, she did not want to sit in the high-chair (or any chair), and she did not want to wait for the meal. She wanted to color on the table with crayons, she wanted to make incomprehensible noise and even cry a bit, and she wanted out of there.
My own atavistic impulse suggested something similar: deface the establishment, disturb the sensibilities of the patrons, and leave. Sometimes we stray from the comforts of cultural politeness. I have the decency not to act on these urges, although I know plenty others think of them just as much as I do. Sometimes I'm jealous when I see a child who gets to act that way.
Still waiting for our calories to arrive, I announced that I was going to take the little one for a walk. This was an outstanding move on all fronts: first, it naturally made me look like a Saint, not only to my family, but to all others around. "MFT for Mayor!" Second, it relieved my Aunt and Uncle from their duties, if just for a bit. Little ones have amazing four-hour bursts of energy before they need to recharge. Adult energy levels are much more paced. Two worldviews collided. I took action, and finally the little one and I got to get out of Perkins for a solid ten minutes.
After again pushing past the lobby jammed full of waiting patrons, we made our way out the door and found a nice spot of shade, and lush Kentucky Bluegrass on the west side of the building. I pointed to the grass and began to impress a cultural noun on her by repeating the word "GRASS." I sat. She wandered a little bit, now placid, even smiley.
Our spot of shade also happened to be on the same side as the kitchen. An employee came out for a quick five minute
smoke. I thought it would be difficult for him to enjoy it, knowing that each drag brought him closer to going back to his duty. Yet the cigarette also provided his neurosis and body with a little bit of escape, and a bit of re-invigoration.
I said to him, "Man, these people just keep coming." Cars, vans, and mostly large trucks continued pouring into the parking lot. His expression remained the same, and he said, "Yeah." He gazed across the lot. He threw his butt away, pivoted, reached for the handle, opened the door, and went back to doing whatever it is he did in the kitchen at Perkins north.
By the time the little one and I got back, my family table was about 3/4 finished with their food. I ate my breakfast, drank my coffee, and seeing that everyone else was finished, gave the "Well, what do you think?" This phrase is used to suggest that everyone depart from the finished meal. There are other variations: "Well, I suppose..." and the brief, "Alright!"
We all agreed to leave, and got out of there. Damaged, yes. But successfully. To be succinct: never go to Perkins on a Sunday morning. If you have to, though, make sure there's an accompanying toddler.
[addendum: upon reconsideration of the above Universal, MFT has decided to alter it simply say, "NEVER GO TO PERKINS."]
Pentagon briefing
SEC. GATES: And can you be a little bit more specific about the numbers?
GEN. PACE: Yeah, I can tell you the numbers that are in my head. Last March, I think I said there were -- I did say and there were 10 battalions that were operating independently, and I think at the time I said there were another 88 operating in the lead. Today, the numbers I saw were six battalions operating independently and another almost 100 that are operating in the lead.
And so the question becomes, okay, how do you go from 10 to six, and why those changes? And the answer is, quite simply, that as units operate in the field, they have casualties. They consume vehicles and equipment, and need to come out of the line and be resupplied, just like our own units. So the fact that a number may be changing within a very narrow band shouldn't be of over -- overly of concern.
From ten to six but everything is still going according to plan.
GEN. PACE: Yeah, I can tell you the numbers that are in my head. Last March, I think I said there were -- I did say and there were 10 battalions that were operating independently, and I think at the time I said there were another 88 operating in the lead. Today, the numbers I saw were six battalions operating independently and another almost 100 that are operating in the lead.
And so the question becomes, okay, how do you go from 10 to six, and why those changes? And the answer is, quite simply, that as units operate in the field, they have casualties. They consume vehicles and equipment, and need to come out of the line and be resupplied, just like our own units. So the fact that a number may be changing within a very narrow band shouldn't be of over -- overly of concern.
From ten to six but everything is still going according to plan.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Syrian Exports Are Exploding
Iraq: 200 explosive belts found in Syrian truck
Submitted by admin on Thu, 2007-07-12 09:57. World News
12 July 2007: Iraqi security forces have seized 200 explosive belts in a truck that crossed into Iraq from Syria on Wednesday, Interior Ministry spokesman Maj. Gen. Abdul-Karim Khalaf said. The incident occurred at the Waleed border crossing point, Khalaf said.
"When the truck was searched, 200 explosives belts were found in it," the general said. He added that the driver was detained and is being questioned. Khalaf did not give the driver's nationality.
The Iraqi government and US authorities have accused Syria of allowing foreign fighters to cross into Iraq, a claim that Syria denies saying it is impossible to control the long desert border.
Submitted by admin on Thu, 2007-07-12 09:57. World News
12 July 2007: Iraqi security forces have seized 200 explosive belts in a truck that crossed into Iraq from Syria on Wednesday, Interior Ministry spokesman Maj. Gen. Abdul-Karim Khalaf said. The incident occurred at the Waleed border crossing point, Khalaf said.
"When the truck was searched, 200 explosives belts were found in it," the general said. He added that the driver was detained and is being questioned. Khalaf did not give the driver's nationality.
The Iraqi government and US authorities have accused Syria of allowing foreign fighters to cross into Iraq, a claim that Syria denies saying it is impossible to control the long desert border.
Practice, Practice, Practice
27 July 2007: Ten people were treated for exposure to an unknown chemical substance after the as-yet unidentified substance was released in the Ann Arbor Public Library in the Westgate Shopping Plaza, and an adjacent grocery store Wednesday evening. According to a law enforcement source speaking to the Northeast Intelligence Network asking that his name not be used, "a person or persons unknown deliberately released a chemical into the air in two locations, one being the Ann Arbor Public Library and the second location being the Kroger Food Market." According to this law enforcement source, the chemical appeared to be caustic as it caused breathing problems for patrons of the library and at the food store. The substance was initially released from the restroom of the library, possibly at the entrance to the restroom where a ventilation duct is located. This source declined to identify the manner in which the dispersal was made, adding that tests are being performed to identify the chemical.
Although law enforcement sources are stating publicly that they do not believe this incident is "terrorist related," they deny knowing the motive of the incident...
When asked if the situation was similar, in any manner, to the incident that took place in February at the NorthTown Mall in Spokane, Washington, this source initially stated that he was unfamiliar with that event. After being provided with the specific details of that occurrence, he replied that "the two incidents have certain similarities," but declined to elaborate. An investigation into this incident is continuing,
Although law enforcement sources are stating publicly that they do not believe this incident is "terrorist related," they deny knowing the motive of the incident...
When asked if the situation was similar, in any manner, to the incident that took place in February at the NorthTown Mall in Spokane, Washington, this source initially stated that he was unfamiliar with that event. After being provided with the specific details of that occurrence, he replied that "the two incidents have certain similarities," but declined to elaborate. An investigation into this incident is continuing,
Friday, July 27, 2007
The Vanity of the Oppressed Vain
If any of you got dragged to seeing the second HP flick, the "Chamber of Secrets" one, you'll know what I mean when I say that John Edwards is absolutely, fo sho, the Gilderoy Lockhart of Yankee politics.
More Heavy Water...
Last evening (07.26.07) you could catch Heavy Water Radio, downtown Bismarck, Dakota Territory, belting out dobro delta and garage blues. Bismarck is a growing city, and we're merely trying to contribute to the collective cultural zeitgeist. Pics from the other night (compliments of Terry Wiklund). 
Bottled... from the Tap
Right off, let me say that I use bottled water pretty frequently when doing field work. It's quite a bit more handy then canteens, or those damned hippie Nalgene bottles (so stupid: why purchase an $8-$12 bottle with a super-huge drinking mouth?). I can also get 24 pints of water, ready to go, for about five bucks. If it's from a Yankee tap, that's fine by me.
I can tell you that you will want to scrutinize the origins of your Uzbek bottled water, though. My god that was a rough month for mft's gastro.
I can tell you that you will want to scrutinize the origins of your Uzbek bottled water, though. My god that was a rough month for mft's gastro.
Damn Papist Racist
Versaille always knew that if you scratch Il Papa you'll find a Neocon lurking.
"a certain naivety"??? These Papists are so fucking polite.
"a certain naivety"??? These Papists are so fucking polite.
Damn Ricain Armstrong
As Versailles spins the wheel, how long before LeMonde deduces the Neocon behind this?
Damn Papist Troglodyte
Guess Il Papa didn't get his copy of The Glossy Book from our dapper Turkish friend
The Secret in The Chamber of Secrets
"Iranian Daily: Harry Potter, Billion-Dollar Zionist Project
In an article, the Iranian daily Kayhan, which is identified with Iranian Supreme Leader 'Ali Khamenei, criticized Iran's Culture and Islamic Guidance Ministry for approving the distribution of the new book in the "Harry Potter" series.
The paper said that "Harry Potter" was a Zionist project in which billions of dollars had been invested in order to disrupt the minds of young people.
Source: Kayhan, Iran, July 26, 2007"
In an article, the Iranian daily Kayhan, which is identified with Iranian Supreme Leader 'Ali Khamenei, criticized Iran's Culture and Islamic Guidance Ministry for approving the distribution of the new book in the "Harry Potter" series.
The paper said that "Harry Potter" was a Zionist project in which billions of dollars had been invested in order to disrupt the minds of young people.
Source: Kayhan, Iran, July 26, 2007"
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Gonzi in deeper every day
Says Schumer "He tells the half-truth, the partial truth and anything but the truth".
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Vanity, Venality, Versailles
"Moral vanity [Mark Steyn]
Derb, you're right, in a realpolitik sense, that whether this or that US-allied prime minister gets killed and his corpse dragged through the street should not, in and of itself, determine whether long-term military resources are deployed to any particular part of the world (although I would argue that it's not in America's interest for it to become the received wisdom that any foreign politician in a turbulent nation who aligns himself with Washington is setting himself up for a Foggy Bottom sucker-punch and a violent end).
However, the fate of Sirik Matak and many others in south-east Asia ought, in a civilized society, to persuade moral poseurs still congratulating themselves on their stance of three or four decades to put a sock in it. Or did millions of faraway peasants die in order that pampered parochial narcissist buffoons could preen as heroes in their commencement addresses?
Whether or not America should have a moral war policy, self-absorbed boomers could at least stop deluding themselves that they have a moral peace policy "
Derb, you're right, in a realpolitik sense, that whether this or that US-allied prime minister gets killed and his corpse dragged through the street should not, in and of itself, determine whether long-term military resources are deployed to any particular part of the world (although I would argue that it's not in America's interest for it to become the received wisdom that any foreign politician in a turbulent nation who aligns himself with Washington is setting himself up for a Foggy Bottom sucker-punch and a violent end).
However, the fate of Sirik Matak and many others in south-east Asia ought, in a civilized society, to persuade moral poseurs still congratulating themselves on their stance of three or four decades to put a sock in it. Or did millions of faraway peasants die in order that pampered parochial narcissist buffoons could preen as heroes in their commencement addresses?
Whether or not America should have a moral war policy, self-absorbed boomers could at least stop deluding themselves that they have a moral peace policy "
Back to the Future on Planet Pepe
To be Vichy, To be a Communard. Oh the conundrum for Le Pew
[Not a problem. Behold Le Pew, the self made Commuvichy...]
[Not a problem. Behold Le Pew, the self made Commuvichy...]
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Genocide is Just Another Way of Saying Planet Pepe Rules
Bloodbaths are so much more enjoyable when one can nuance and sophisticate one'self into not being shocked at all
The Party Line From Inner Space
We all know Pravda dutifully follows the Party line, but who knew the Party was underneath our feet?
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