Via Ray, interesting DHLS info, courtesy the Northeast Intelligence Agency (as always, take their reporting with a grain of salt; this report filed by Douglas J. Hagmann ): 15 January 2006: On Wednesday, 11 January 2006, environmental divers working for Merkel Associates of San Diego, hired to check on algae growth in the Huntington Beach Harbor discovered seven or perhaps eight commercial-grade explosive detonators that were “strategically placed” on the

From The Observer: Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, the hardline President of Iran, launched an angry tirade against the West yesterday, accusing it of a ‘dark ages’ mentality and threatening retaliation unless it recognised his country’s nuclear ambitions. In a blistering assault, Ahmadinejad repeated the Islamic regime’s position that it would press ahead with a nuclear programme despite threats by the European Union and United States to refer Iran to the UN Security

me: “Jesus.  Do you have any idea what time it is, man?  I thought you were supposed to help me sleep and whatnot?” Klonopin: “Dude, you are asleep.  Have been for hours.  And for the record? Calling your pillow ‘Elle MacPherson’ and screaming for her to ‘take it all, like a high-priced divorce attorney,’ while you hump the thing like a crazed Border Collie is not only not sexy— but

Via Allah at Link Mecca, a chilling foray into speculative history by Niall Ferguson, Laurence A. Tisch Professor of History at Harvard University.  From the Telegraph UK: Are we living through the origins of the next world war? Certainly, it is easy to imagine how a future historian might deal with the next phase of events in the Middle East: With every passing year after the turn of the century,

When you have a chance to put points on the scoreboard, take the freakin’ points!  Take them, fold them neatly in a hankerchief, and stuff them into your pocket.  For later. Then—when and if you need them—there they are, tucked securely in your pocket!  And if you don’t need them, you can always give them to some muddy-shoed homeless dude who stumbles into the intersection at Cherry Creek and First

Don’t.  Just don’t. **** (Via Lauren, who, I have to admit, can drink like a fucking sailor)

From the Washington Post’s Eli Saslow, we learn of this bit offensive PC nonsense, from the Seattle Times: To avoid insulting native American heritage, the Seattle Times decided to limit severely the use of the term Redskins in the paper—even if a team with that name will dominate news coverage this week. The Times will not use the moniker in headlines or captions. Reporters can use it only once, as

Go. Do it.  BECAUSE OF THE POTATO PANCAKES—AND THE GIRLS WHO WOULDN’T EVEN TOUCH YOU OVER THE CHINOS UNLESS YOU PROMISED TO TAKE THEM TO RED LOBSTER! The materialistic whores.

—Yeah, well, good luck.  The little bastard has been reading up on FISA exemptions and is convinced he’s found a perfectly legal way to wiretap his ex-girlfriends happy box—just so long as he routes the intel grab outside of the US by way of long-range carrier pigeons with GPS transponders duct taped to their knobskinny bird legs. In one sense, it’s kinda creepy:  a lonesome and jealous armadillo sitting in