1. Thanks so much to Tom Wigton for the Shamus and The Chosen DVDs. Been looking forward to seeing both. Now if I can only find a copy of The Super Cops… At any rate, there’s no doubt I’ll get plenty of enjoyment out of an Hasidic Robbie Benson and a young sexy Burt Reynolds. And yes, I hereby give you permission to write your own jokes. 2. Speaking of
December 2005
Monkey Shines
Long-time readers of this site have heard me mention this before, but several years back, while teaching an honor’s seminar in interpretation theory, I made the intentionalist argument via a backhanded play: having assigned H.A. and Margret Rey’s Curious George to my class, I supplied along with it three essays (ostensibly from scholarly journals), each purporting to analyze the story through a specific theoretical lens. The essays were fakes (see
Rep John Murtha (D-PA) retrieves his Nissan Sentra wagon from the shop, where he took it to have the starter replaced
mechanic: “There you go, sir. All fixed and ready to go.” Murtha: “I DO NOT ACCEPT YOUR JUDGMENT!”* **** update: “NOW IMMEDIATELY BACK THE CAR OUT OF THE GARAGE BEFORE ANYBODY ELSE GETS HURT!”
Upwards of 15 million vote in Iraq; violence minimal; polls stay open an hour late to accomodate high turnout; in several Sunni areas, ballots run out
As an Iraq expat noted on FOXNews this morning, “every purple finger is a bullet to the chest of the terrorists.” A quick look at how our friends on the anti-war left are covering the momentous news [relevant entries bolded for your convenience; posts drawn from today and, in some cases, last evening]: Daily Kos: “Mr. Bush, Your Coalition Is Shrinking” (Italy to draw down troops); “Open Thread”; “Is There
BREAKING: White House Agrees to Let McCain Tie the Hands of Terrorist Interrogators
The good news is, while we’re doubled-over in gastrointestinal agony in the pre-death throes of Ricin poisoning, we can retch and vomit and soil our undies with blood and feces secure in the knowledge that no terrorist was degraded in his efforts to bring about our deaths. And that makes Jesus happy. **** previous torture discussions here, here, and here; also, John Cole slips into his hairshirt and argues the
MINI PURPLE-FINGERED WARMONGERS FOR A DEMOCRATIC IRAQ!
Iraq election coverage—eight correspondents reporting from eight different provinces—available through PJM.
Rove to be indicted?
Raw Story readies the Bushitler nog and prepares to thank Santa for bringing them a “holiday” scalp; Tom Maguire remains dubious. Me? I think a Rove indictment is certainly possible, but that a conviction is remote. Of course, if the Tom Delay circus has taught us anything, it’s that the indictment itself is the victory. And I imagine the Dems would be quite happy with an administration robbed of its
Grieving Mom Cindy Sheehan and 70s Kung-fu expert and counterculture icon Billy Jack discuss strategies for twenty-first century anti-war activism while ostensibly maintaining their commitments to fighting global terrorism, 14
“Have you seen the January 2006 issue of Vanity Fair yet, Billy? My campaign to end the bloody and illegal invasion and occupation of Iraq—responsible for the slaughter of tens of thousands or Iraqi civilians and two thousand plus of our own beloved civilian-slaughterers in uniform—was awarded ‘Best Stand’ in their annual ‘Best of the Best’ awards. In fact, they gave me a full two-page photo spread, in which I’m
Defining feminism: another perspective (UPDATED)
Cathy Young adds her thoughts to our recent wrangling over feminist labels: […] a few thoughts. Christina Hoff Sommers’ “equity feminism/gender feminism” distinction (originally made in the 1994 book Who Stole Feminism?), which I’ve sometimes used myself, is rather imprecise, and too open to being used as shorthand for “feminists I like/feminists I don’t like.” Sommers defines “gender feminists” as those who see women as oppressed by a “sex/gender system”
My first brief conversation with Tucker Carlson’s trademark bowtie
Me: “No offense? But the whole affectation is getting a little stale, I think.” Tucker Carlson’s bowtie: “Feh. Tell me something I don’t know, pal.”
