Elizabeth: “Is it just me? Or does this Sarah Silverman chick sound like a world-class bitch? “Not to mention she’s a Jew. Which, that doesn’t help matters either, truth be told.”
November 10, 2005
Shannon Elizabeth comments on the phenomenon of the cultural “meta-bigot” and its influence on contemporary American vanguard humor
“House drops ANWR from budget”
From the Anchorage Daily News: House Republicans, after long hours of scrounging for the votes to pass their five-year budget, decided Wednesday night to drop a provision that would open the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge to oil drilling. The news emerged late Wednesday night as the House Rules Committee prepared the far-reaching bill for a vote on the House floor today. “There will be no drilling in ANWR,” said New
“The forty acres and a mule follow-up post” (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)
So. Anybody remember to bring a toolbox? And some timber?
CHICKENMUNITIONSEXPERTS!
From Pajama Jihad: It seems that some bloke over in the U.K. wrote an article accusing U.S. troops of using chemical weapons in the battle of Fallujah and lefty bloggers here in the U.S. have run with it. The “chemical weapon” in question is White Phosphorus – Willy Pete as it’s known in the military – is used in mortar and artillery shells. If the lefty bloggers are to believed,
What repercussions? (updated to include Hettle’s email to Deignan’s advisor)
From Inside Higher Ed: Dissent is a way of life in the blogosphere; comments and barbs get traded, and feelings potentially hurt, every day. But one such discussion among three academics has escalated to the point that at least two of them have hired lawyers to try to resolve the dispute. Paul Deignan is a 41-year-old mechanical engineering Ph.D. candidate, with master’s degrees in math and mechanical engineering, a background
The “after a long, difficult day, I really do LOVE me a martini” post.
That’s right. I’m drunk and sitting on the floor in boxer briefs watching “Law and Order” re-runs and eating walnut bits. What’s it to you? You aren’t my wife, you know.
