I received an email this morning from Colonel JP Cook, USMC, who wrote to let me know that his attempts to get a letter to Bloomberg columnist Margaret Carlson, who on August 10 penned a poetic—and remarkably dishonest—paean to grieving antiwar activist Cindy Sheehan (“Cindy Sheehan Just Wants to See Her President,”), have been unsuccessful.  I reprint the text of the Colonel’s letter below: Dear Ms. Carlson, In reference to

Tammy the blind date: “You’re joking with me, Regis, but I meant what I said.  I really do like a nice, full mustache.  I find it very masculine. And if there’s one thing I simply cannot abide, it’s this whole trend toward the metrosexual male—which I view as a cynical attempt by the fashion and cosmetic industries to feminize men and turn them into self-conscious and self-absorbed consumers.” “Regis”:  “No,

Apparently, any “wingnut” who dares analyze the political or cultural effects of Cindy Sheehan’s protests—whether his interest lies with how those protests are being covered in the media, or the possible political and personal motivations behind those protests, or the makeup of the attendant support and supporters of said protests, etc.—is an angry, black-souled, moronic, evil, vile hater who, in the words of one passionate Cindyphile in the comments here,

Decision ‘08 has a new web address:  http://decision08.net.  Update your bookmarks accordingly. And while you’re at it, if you are one of those people who still has protein wisdom blogrolled under my old URL, I’d appreciate it if you’d please take a minute to update to https://www.proteinwisdom.com. 

—Eh, not gonna happen, I’m afraid.  Drunk on his own self-righteousness, the little dude packed a cooler and a sleeping bag and lit out for Crawford, Texas, where he has it in his mind to camp out in some trucker’s pepper garden until the guy agrees to let him come inside and rail against the misuse of radar detectors and cruise control—and of course, Israel’s innumerable war crimes.

Earlier today, Red State’s Erick Erickson wrote a piece in which he referred to professional grieving Mom Cindy Sheehan as a “media whore”—a rather common designation for someone who appears to be using her “access to [media] outlets to promote a particular commercial or ideological message” (not one I’m inclined to use as yet, but not one I find paricularly offensive, either).  Predictably, faux-outrage over Erickson’s comments from many of

Tammy the blind date:  “Wow.  You really are quite thick, aren’t you?  And shiny.  I like that.” “Regis”:  “Thanks.  Nice tits.”

Two words:  Halliburton Illuminati.  Two more words:  ANWR caribou. But I’ve said too much already…

Michelle Malkin has an excellent round-up of commentary on the Able Danger story, which is slowly gathering itself into a major scandal—one that could, conceivably, circle back to Sandy Berger’s trousers, Iraqi spies, Mohammed Atta’s infamous Prague non-meeting, and Jamie Gorelick’s paranoid anti-authoritarian authoritarianism (which took the form of an ill-advised “wall” that hamstrung our intelligence agencies by preventing them from cooperating with one another). And speaking of Gorelick, here’s