From the Telegraph (UK): President Bashar al-Assad of Syria secretly incited Iraq’s top Shia leader to declare holy war against US and British forces, according to Washington’s former administrator in the country. In his new book, My Year in Iraq, Paul Bremer said he heard the explosive intelligence in October 2003 as sectarian tensions soared across the country following the fall of Saddam Hussein. The report came from an extremely

me: “I like, so totally love you, man.” Klonopin: “Well, thanks—but to be honest, that’s mostly just the benzodiazepine talking.  Now please, put your penis away before you get it caught up in the fan again.”

Ever the European trendsetter, Germany appears to be getting just a little bit suspicious of those strange Iranian volk, with their crazy beards and quaint headgear, and their very modern nuclear ambitions.  From Der Spiegel: Iran has broken the seals at nuclear facilities signaling its intention to start production of enriched uranium anew. This is seen as a major provocation in Europe and many newspapers in Germany warn that it’s

Biden: “With all due respect, Judge—and I say this in the spirit of congeniality—you’re quite the racist, aren’t you?” Alito:  “No sir, I don’t believe I am.” Biden: “Sure you are.” Alito:  “No, I –” Biden:  “Yes, you are.” Alito:  “—Actually, I don’t believe I’m a racist at all, Senator –” Biden:  “It’s okay, you can say it, I’m not judging you.  I’m simply noting that it must be hard

If you watch old 40s noirs, you find lots of white guys named Leon.  Now?  Not so much.

A follow-up to my several previous posts on propaganda and its use during wartime.  From Reuel Marc Gerecht, writing in the Washington Post: Once again we are confronted with stories about how the Pentagon and its ubiquitous private contractors are undermining free inquiry in Iraq. “Muslim Scholars Were Paid to Aid U.S. Propaganda,” reports the New York Times. Journalists, intellectuals or clerics taking money from Uncle Sam or, in this

I like cake alright.  But for breakfast, cereal is the yummiest!  Unless you have a maid, of course.  In that case, blueberry pancakes are the way to go.  Totally outta sight! …Say, who feels like making a big bowl of popcorn and watching the game show channel with me?

Army Porn—a novel.  By the very talented (and slightly off-center) Fred Schoeneman (in PDF). Congrats, Fred! 

In the long history of idiotic and confused responses to my (all-too) frequent arguments detailing the way manufactured and carefully-crafted narrative is disseminated, popularized, and then used to prove the very premise it sets out to authenticate, this extended assemblage of curiously cobbled-together twaddle by one “InkDog” just might set the record for sophomoric incoherence.  After all, faux-intellectual engagement is one thing; but when you find yourself declaring that your

Ray Smith sends along this bit from NRO’s Michael Ledeen suggesting—almost off-handedly in a disquisition on the changing demographic of the Islamic terror movment (and by way of Iranian sources)—that UBL is dead and buried: There’s an old Chinese theory according to which the best way to understand historical events is not to reconstruct the sequence of “causes” by which the events were “produced,” but rather to look at the