So I’m sitting outside this morning, reading Goodbye, Columbus and enjoying a plate of whitefish salad and brisket, when suddenly one of those miniature radio controlled glider planes (at least, that’s what I think it was, though I suppose it could have been a miniature Chinese-made Iranian missile) buzzes my sun porch at about 15 feet before barreling headlong into my neighbor’s swimming pool, shredding the styrofoam bow of his

Former NYT Middle East correspondent and WSJ Energy Editor Youssef M. Ibrahim notes the writing on the wall, and offers some words of advice for the Palestinian people.  From Jewish World Review: […] Dear Palestinian Arab brethren: The war with Israel is over. You have lost. Surrender and negotiate to secure a future for your children. We, your Arab brothers, may say until we are blue in the face that

—That’s exactly what it means.  But don’t blame him this time.  I told him he could take a weekend to see the great Pacific Northwest and maybe do some hunting.  He’s been practicing with a crossbow for the last couple months—not to mention his obsession with First Blood (he plants himself in front of the TV with a bag of Sun Chips and watches it at least twice a day