Tigerhawk surveys the leftside of the blogosphere to divine how as a group they are dealing with the Danish cartoon controversy (“row”?)– which today has prompted yet another embassy bombing. The results may surprise you. If you happen to be a sponge, that is. Or a lemur with a crank habit that keeps it’s trembling little lemur fingers from taking the pulse of our current hyperpartisan political climate.
February 2006
I mention it only in passing
From The Hill, Nov 6 2003, the full text of the memo from the office of Sen. Jay Rockefeller (D-WVa.) on setting a strategy for pursuing an independent investigation of pre-war White House intelligence dealings on Iraq†[with some of my emphases added]: We have carefully reviewed our options under the rules and believe we have identified the best approach. Our plan is as follows:
“Yemen 23 Al Qaeda convicts escape from prison”
From the Chicago Tribune: A group of 23 convicted Al Qaeda members escaped Friday from a prison in Yemen’s capital, a security official said. The men were sentenced last year on various charges of terrorism, the official said. They were being held at a detention center for military intelligence in San`a. No further details were available. The escape came a day before the trial of top Al Qaeda suspect Mohammed
a belated protein wisdom apology…
…to that one little pudgy orthodox Jewish kid at Camp Mildale who, in 1974 or thereabouts, I hit so hard in the back of his head with the red-rubber Greek Dodge ball that—after one of the hippie counselors finally managed to scoop him off the asphalt and reattach his beanie with a borrowed hairpin—the poor kid spent the rest of the day eating pudding and ice chips in the air-conditioned
Reuters and the Muslim cartoon protests
Attila Girl emails to let me know that the various photos of Muslim protesters promising violence and vengeance I linked in yesterday’s post—“Protest pics that might not make the Transnationalist Progressives’ photo album”—have been replaced by a single, fairly-innocuous crowd shot saddled with the equally innocuous title, “Muslims Offended by Danish Cartoons.” Is this typical of Reuters (and by “typical,” I’m being straightforward: does the Reuters feed on the Yahoo
New SCOTUS Justice Samuel Alito spends a relaxing Saturday at home (from the mind of Amanda Marcotte series)
Alito: “Honey? If you’re done readying the pot roast, you might want to take a few minutes to start fluffing the pillows and getting yourself unharnessed and into proper coital aspect. ‘Cause ‘700 Club’ is almost over, I’ve finished an entire plate of oysters, and Lordy but if Jesus hasn’t got ol’ Sammy hellfire hot and hankering for a few violent moments of blessed, wholesome seed sowing!”
Protest pics that might not make the Transnationalist Progressives’ photo album, 2
This is the end My only friend the end… **** h/t Link Mecca
Identity Politics, Free Speech, and the Future of worldwide Liberalism, 2: a follow-up
[2/10 update: I answer The Editors in an update here] From Islam Online: Danish Muslim leaders warned on Saturday, February 4, of grave consequences if copies of the Noble Quran were burnt in a rally planned by Danish extremists to protest Muslim anger over cartoons mocking Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). “All hell will break loose, if those extremists burn the Quran,” Raed Halil, the head of the European Committee for Defending
Saturday / in the park / I think it was the fourth of July
1994. Had a scrape with an overconfident colony of imperialist fire ants, whose swarming army of segmented maneaters—abdominal sacs flush with alkaloid venom—I managed to thwart with a can of non-stick cooking spray and the brass Zippo my buddy Dave gave me as a going away present in advance of my moving out west. Ordinarily, of course, I would have dusted my arms and calves with crumbled kieselgur and confronted
We realize it’s your wife’s birthday, but is there any way you can maybe find the time to coax—
—Oh, he danced, alright. Believe me. Only today it was a private showing. And be honest: how many of you would actually dig seeing a nipple-pierced armadillo in a leather thong and matching wrist gauntlets nose his way out of a homemade tiramisu pie, shake the mascarpone cheese off his tail scales, and then—after a series of poorly executed Fred Berry-esque drop splits—lie down on a dessert plate, panting and
