—You know, funny story.  The little Texarkana escargot was all set to line dance this afternoon in exchange for a double-cheese and pineapple pizza and a 24oz can of Tecate, but when we went to pick it up, it turns out I’d forgotten my wallet—and the pimply goth punk with the torn hairnet working the register wouldn’t take my IOU. Which is unfortunate, I realize, but the fact remains that

“You know what really irks me, counterculture icon Billy Jack? The fact that there are those who still question my ‘authenticity’ as a Black man. This despite the color of my skin — a burden with which I was born and, through hard work and some Great Society mau-mauing, I have since overcome in this, your Benighted States of America. Then there’s the inconvenient fact that my father was a

From the Wall Street Journal (subscription only, so I’ll excerpt at length): Joseph Lieberman’s primary loss might be a satisfying victory for the partisan extremes, but it is a sharp blow to bipartisan efforts to prevail in a global war that may span generations. The political gamesmanship is heard by the troops on the front lines. Many in the media tend to portray our warriors as mindless pawns who are

From the indefatigable Allah.  Linked with minimal commentary from the easily fatiguable Jeff—who, admittedly, has been helped along in his stupor by a bottle of Pinot Grigio and some Percocet. One thing I will offer though:  if the Times of London is reporting that “crisis planners” are taking the Iranian 8-22 threat seriously, I think it’s time we all did the same.  Of course, I’m maybe a bit cynical.  Whereas