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December 30, 2005

Woohoo!  It’s the Friday before the new year!  Surely today the armadillo will dance&#8212

—Feh.  Bad timing, I’m afraid.  Fact is, I’ve already got the little guy secured with a couple bungee cords and electrical tape into a beautifully compact geodesic sphere, which I’ve jerry-rigged with white Christmas lights and adorned with fifty-one 1/2” candied glass panels designed to mimic the Waterford Crystal triangular plates used in the Times Square New Year’s Eve ball.  Tomorrow night, at precisely 11:59:58, I drop the bastard from

“Assad threatened Hariri: Syrian vice president”

From AFP: Syrian President Bashar al-Assad threatened former Lebanese premier Rafiq Hariri just months before he was assassinated, Syria’s ex-vice president Abdel Halim Khaddam said “I will destroy anyone who tries to hinder our decisions,” Assad told Hariri during a meeting in Damascus, Khaddam told Dubai-based television Al-Arabiya in an interview from Paris. Khaddam said the meeting took place a few months before the February 14 assassination of Hariri in

The Revolution will be blogged, 9 (updated Cinco de Mayo)

[update: from Allah: “Rumsfeld heckled … by wacko conspiracy theorist Ray McGovern”; meanwhile, Rick Moran notes that Rumsfeld lied while on the spot yesterday, something Rick finds ironic, insofar as he believes Rumsfeld was lying about telling the truth (as he believed it back in 2003).  Rick goes on to suggest that the troop levels in Iraq are another mistake Rumsfeld should admit to—but on that account we disagree:  the

2006 Predictions

RedState has gathered together several sets of predictions for 2006.  Three words, friends:  Fear the crickets.

“Emanations and penumbras:  a quasi-objective correlative” (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)

Her:  “So, would you like to maybe come inside for some coffee or a glass of wine or something?” Him: “Well, only if what you really mean is that we’ll be bumpin’ uglies inside a half hour.  Otherwise, I’d just as soon try to make it home in time for SportsCenter.”