Norwegian Blogger Vegard Vvalberg answers the “answerer” of a widely disseminated email, “People Fly Planes into Buildings because…” Here’s a summary of Vegard’s response: “Howsabout you just bite me, equivalence boy…” Good answer. Plus, his name is Vegard Vvalberg. Three Vs in one name* — that’s just cool. Speaking of Norway, I’ve added one of those Bravenet Guest Maps to the site (thanks to the blogosphere’s most notorious Coulterphiletrade; for

Sure, posting’s been feeble today. But can you blame a guy? I mean, I spent the day drinking whiskey, and now — miraculously — White Lightning shows up on American Movie Classics. Burt! Moonshine liquor! Muddy cars and gator-filled swamps! Laura Dern (uncredited) at the age of six…! Sorry, but I take these kinds of coincidences as a sign — so much so that were I a Mason (or a

FOXNews, bless ’em, is following the lead of The Weekly Standard and circulating this story of vile Saudi hatred and antisemitic indoctrination. Remember: Nothing gets on Saudi teevee without the Saudi government’s permission… Incidentally, if you missed David Tell’s wonderful piece for the Standard the first time around, here’s that link (the column provides a complete transcript of the toddler interview, as well as other revealing Islamaphernalia). Also, Den Beste

FOXNews, bless ’em, is following the lead of The Weekly Standard and circulating this story of vile Saudi hatred and antisemitic indoctrination. Remember: Nothing gets on Saudi teevee without the Saudi government’s permission… Incidentally, if you missed David Tell’s wonderful piece for the Standard the first time around, here’s that link (the column provides a complete transcript of the toddler interview, as well as other revealing Islamaphernalia). Also, Den Beste

Academic legal blogger Jeff Cooper takes on academic legal blogger Glenn Reynolds in this lengthy post about legal interpretation. As someone who’s done a lot of work with interpretation theory myself, I’m interested in the world of meta-interpretive theorizing — or (put another way) I’m interested in examining the way people’s ideas about how interpretation works translates into real world expressions of those ideas — in the form of public

Jacob Sullum and Mike Lynch, both writing in Reason (and both of whom I admire greatly), hit the slippery slope in full stride in defense of Jose Padilla’s civil liberties. I take the force of their points, I really do (Sullum objects to preemptive arrests, Lynch to “government abuse of power”) — but still I’m not sold. Padilla’s association with Al Qaeda, his unwillingness to cooperate with authorities, his (alleged)

VodkaPundit thinks he knows his Caeser salads. Pshaw, I say. Just pshaw. As Charles Austin points out in VP’s comments section (and I concur), one shouldn’t even think about coming to praise the Caeser unless one brings with him a tin of anchovies as tribute. Not anchovy paste, either. Real filets. Also, you want to use raw egg yolk and lime juice in addition to your Worcestershire sauce and garlic.

I’ve been pretty outspoken about my support for the Padilla detention. As far as I’m concerned, the “enemy combatant” designation is apt and is backed up by Supreme Court precedent. Padilla had legal recourse under the designation — his attorney filed a habeus corpus petition on his behalf — and so his detention is not denying him his Constitutional rights in the way many people are suggesting. Yesterday a federal

Marc Weisblott sent along this little gem on the “dark side” of Lawrence Welk (courtesy The Seattle Weekly). Interesting stuff — although it bears repeating that you haven’t even come close to a “dark side” until you’ve attended a few of Bobby Vinton’s “Swingers Only” bashes. All that blue velvet you get used to pretty quickly; but witnessing the cast of “Heehaw” frolicking nude on pommel horses…well, you never really

Marc Weisblott sent along this little gem on the “dark side” of Lawrence Welk (courtesy The Seattle Weekly). Interesting stuff — although it bears repeating that you haven’t even come close to a “dark side” until you’ve attended a few of Bobby Vinton’s “Swingers Only” bashes. All that blue velvet you get used to pretty quickly; but witnessing the cast of “Heehaw” frolicking nude on pommel horses…well, you never really