More on the UBL tape’s lapses, courtesy of the glib Ken Layne.

More on the UBL tape’s lapses, courtesy of the glib Ken Layne.

Andrew Hofer links to audio of a New School event in Greenwich Village, which featured journalists from the New York Times, Al-Jazeera, The Weekly Standard, and Harper’s. Part of Andrew’s humorous summary: […Y]ou will find Al Jazeera and New York Times journalists bemoaning the ignorance of Americans, objecting to the use of the flag, etc., and calling it ‘censorship’. You will also hear the Greenwich Village audience clapping enthusiastically for

Once again, Charles Johnson at LGF draws attention to what he calls “the constant flow of hate from Arab media,” this time by reprinting on his site MEMRI’s translation of a poem, “Because I Am a Palestinian,” published in the Palestinian weekly, Al-Istiqlal.

As a writer myself, one who has, on occasion, indulged herself with language others might find tinged an earthy blue, I’m suspicious of those critiques of art that concentrate on a piece’s so-called “shock value,” especially when that description is used as a way to forestall a vigorous and honest examination of the piece’s aesthetic (such as it is). Sure, some contemporary art is little more than attitude with a

Is there a prouder American than The National Review Online’s resident military historian, Victor Davis Hanson? His latest column, “Glad We Are Not Fighting Us: What were they thinking?” is composed in the same infectious, hyperbolic tone his readers have come to expect. A brief excerpt: Unlike the more staid consensual nations

David Skinner at The Weekly Standard follows up on his last Lapham swatting, this time (with the help of a reader) revealing a Harper’s editorial maneuver that hardly smells kosher. (Does ‘kosher’ smell? ‘Dunno, but it tastes like onion). [My earlier entry on Lapham]

David Skinner at The Weekly Standard follows up on his last Lapham swatting, this time (with the help of a reader) revealing a Harper’s editorial maneuver that hardly smells kosher. (Does ‘kosher’ smell? ‘Dunno, but it tastes like onion). [My earlier entry on Lapham]

Prelude (Note to my wife): This morning’s coffee, Chocolate Pecan, couldn’t hold a candle to yesterday’s more majestic “Grand” Pecan. Yet again, breeding trumps the libertine gimmick. Anyhow…Normally about now I’d be using this space to wax triumphant about Geraldo’s latest daybreak cave capture — a blur of olivegreen, dust kicked up by the frantic rush of heavy-booted foot traffic, the cold Afghan sun glinting off bruised metal, hesitant gunbarrels

Prelude (Note to my wife): This morning’s coffee, Chocolate Pecan, couldn’t hold a candle to yesterday’s more majestic “Grand” Pecan. Yet again, breeding trumps the libertine gimmick. Anyhow…Normally about now I’d be using this space to wax triumphant about Geraldo’s latest daybreak cave capture — a blur of olivegreen, dust kicked up by the frantic rush of heavy-booted foot traffic, the cold Afghan sun glinting off bruised metal, hesitant gunbarrels