Billy Joel: “Do you remember those days hanging out at the village green? Engineer boots, leather jackets, and tight blue jeans. Drop a dime in the box, play a song about New Orleans. Cold beer, hot lights, my sweet romantic teenage nights –†Former supermodel Christie Brinkley: “– Um, no. I was like 8 at the time, remember? And living in LA. Christ, how much have you had to drink,
April 5, 2005
April 5, 2005
Closer to the Borderline
Confederate Yankee, writing on the Border War, makes this interesting observation: In 2004, the equivilent of 160 12,500 military divisions simply walked northward across the U.S.-Mexican border to disappear into our country’s interior. Opposing them is an apathetic federal government, a complicit media, an overworked Border Patrol, and now, the militia the Constitution intended. Meanwhile, Barry Schweid for myway news is reporting that the U.S. will tighten border controls by
April 5, 2005
Fortieth in a series of real-time empirical observations
As you read this post, Jane Fonda, lounging on a loveseat with a can of Pringles and a glass of red wine, curses herself—and Tom Hayden, and Ho Chi Minh—after it dawns on her that she’s been whistling Country Joe and the Fish’s “‘I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-To-Die’ Rag”—a song she’s come to despise almost as much as that one by Francis Scott Key, the name of which escapes her just now.*
April 5, 2005
Gauntlet (UPDATED AGAIN)
Last week on The CITIZEN JOURNALIST Report, I challenged leftwing heavyweight and Media Matters gopher Oliver Willis to come on the show and question LGF’s Charles Johnson about Charles’ alleged “hate site”—a favorite posting theme of Ollie’s. Today, we’ll find out if he has the balls. And by “balls,” I mean something approximating “courage” or “fortitude.” Not those little corn puffs dusted with powdered cheese product. **** update: No word
April 5, 2005
red pills found behind the sofa cushions, diegesis (follow-up)
To resuscitate an overdosing dolphin, inject 0.5 ml Epinephrine just under his left lateral flipper at an angle approximating 40 degrees using a large, equine dosing syringe. Just like they do in the movies. Should you lack Epinephrine and an equine dosing syringe, however, try splashing the dolphin with really cold water and yelling “sharks” at the top of your lungs. No promises there, though.