…when she said i was done torturing and oppressing the proteins. I have another thing to say…. In this post, The Reformist Dilemma and Neo-Imperialism, Eteraz suggests Condi wants to redraw the borders in MENA. Birth pangs, anyone? What did Rice mean by the new Middle East? The above map reveals. A new Shia state where Iraq used to be, a new Kurdistan, in Pakistan a Free Baluchistan, these are
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Freebloggin’ II (a Witheld joint)
Because of Friday, I was prepared to do a thing about the aardvark and will he dance, why not, or whatever. But y’all had pretty much got that covered his adventures in assorted debouchery and neglectfulness to dance. (Good job with that, guys/womyn!) And then the Internet blogserver was bust a gasket or something. So I thought twice and yet again. So…… Deep cleasing breathes have serve me well in
My fifteenth brief conversation with the ghost of John Merrick
Merrick: “I AM NOT AN ANIMAL!†Me: “I am. I am the walrus, bro.” Merrick: “– I AM A HUMAN BEING!†Me: “Fine, have it your way. But just so’s you know, you’re missing out on some totally bitchin’ tusks.”
“Assassination chic returns”
From Bryan Preston: This is where we are in the defense of civilization right now–fighting off actual terrorists slaughtering innocents for Islam and Western intellectual terrorists who just can’t stand the thought of a Republican is president. So they wish him dead. Writes Allah: […] the real “tell†in this movie is […] not the assassination itself, which doubtless is standard nutroots fantasy fare, but the fact that a Syrian
I got $50 says…
…that, in addition to a bronzed turd, he owns at least 3 life-sized cutouts of L. Ron Hubbard—and refers to Katie Holmes’ breasts unironically as “the majestic mothership.” Takers? (h/t Dan Riehl)
protein wisdom suffering watch: day 3
Imagine how you’d feel if you woke up to find Helen Thomas lying in bed beside you, wearing a black rubber bra and garters and smoking a cigarette. Then throw in some mucus and a burning in the chest that feels like your lungs have been off hitting the crack whores without a jimmy, and you’ll have a pretty good idea how I feel. And there ain’t a chicken soup
Odds, Ends (the “yes, I’m still quite sick” edition)
1. Christopher Hitchens lets loose: “Plame Out: The Ridiculous End to the Scandal That Distracted Washington”. 2. And speaking of Plamegate….Just let it go, Jason. Just. Let. It. Go. (Via Colossus; AJ Strata has more). 3. Oh. And did I mention that Joe Wilson traveled to Niger to check out AQ Khan a full 3 years before checking on Saddam Hussein’s nuclear ambitions? Wilson found nothing amiss with the Khan
Exploring the Housing Bubble: your thoughts here
Some of you may not be interested in this, but since the other shoe dropped—I learned a few days back that I need to be out of the duplex I rent by October 1 (though I have some legal wiggle room to push that date back a bit)—my wife and I are looking to buy our first house. And it seems we are doing so at the precise moment when
An inexhaustive list of things that can happen when you take NyQuil during the day
1. You forget to add the “Original Oriental Flavor” flavor packet to your Top Ramen noodles 2. You recoil at the taste of unadorned noodles, curse Asians 3. You eat a slice of muenster cheese, instead 4. You go back to sleep. 5.
The “protein wisdom is under the weather and probably won’t be posting much today” haiku
If my head doesn’t clear soon, I think I’ll install a mucus faucet.
