So I’m walking past the food court at an upscale mall in Cherry Creek this afternoon when I spot a a teenage boy—dark hair, olive skin—wearing Hizbollah colors and chatting up a pair of high school girls.  Which, of course, left me little choice but to tackle him from behind—lowering my shoulder into the small of his skinny manboy back and driving him headlong into the counterfront of the Great

Allah points me toward this Rick Moran post highlighting how some of the rest of the blogosphere is reacting to the Reuters story.  The post title tells you most of what you need know, but hell—let’s pile on a bit After reviewing a litany of sites and their (predictable) reactions, Rick writes: […] for my lefty friends out there, let me make it absolutely clear that by examining the aftermath

From CNN: Hezbollah militants Sunday fired more than 180 rockets into northern Israel, killing three civilians in Haifa and 12 Israeli reservists who had just been called up to fight in Lebanon, according to Israeli officials. A missile launcher that fired rockets into Haifa was later destroyed in an Israeli airstrike in the Lebanese town of Qana, the Israel Defense Forces said. The Israeli military also bombed Beirut’s southern suburbs

Well, not always.  Like, when it’s hot and the rain cools things off a bit?  That’s kinda cool.  And then there are the three-day holiday weekends that carry over to Monday.  Also cool. But in general, rainy days and Mondays always get me down.  Or at least, occasionally get me down.  Not always.  Because of the ketamine and the toaster pastries. I’m sorry, what was I saying? **** update:  Oh,

Or maybe a Navajo Indian?  Because I desperately need a Billy Jack hat.  Not for me, though. For a friend.