Update: Over at the Belmont Club, a poke at the Leftist pc-prism: I have no idea whether 300 is a good movie, but Steven’s review is an entertaining example of how all events, including those which happened nearly 500 years BC, must be judged according to prisms of contemporary political correctness. Miller had to remember, for example, “that we’re in the middle of an actual war”. Did he not realize

Throughout this weekend, I’ve gone over to sites quite adamant in asserting that my fears for the breakdown in dialog on the role of strategic deterrent have been some sort of genocidal wish fulfillment.  I’ve tried and tried (in my own ham-fisted fashion) to see what the other half of the blogosphere thinks about these critical issues. What I’ve found is that right-leaning sites have tended to at least engage

Thanks to everyone who has contributed!  Today is the last day of my, “‘Gee, I sure could use some scratch,’ 2007 protein wisdom fundraiser.” For those of you interested in such things—or for those of you involved in some sort of office pool, the outcome of which depends upon such information —I’ve raised about 77% of my target goal.  I appreciate your continued support.  It looks like a few orphans

To Mark Hessey for The Last Samurai DVD.  Tom Cruise with a sword?  Hot. In the movie, I mean.  Probably a bad idea to let him carry a sword in real life.  Wouldn’t want him going around lopping off the heads of Hollywood starlets for taking Motrin to combat cramping or some such.  Not only would that be unseemly, but I believe that Brentwood has zoning ordinances that prohibit the

Don’t look back A new day is breakin’ It’s been too long since I felt this way I don’t mind where I get taken The road is callin’ Today is the day I can see It took so long to realize I’m much too strong Not to compromise Now I see what I am is holding me down I’ll turn it around Godspeed, Bradley. Stop by the Boston website and

In the comments to my previous post, there have been a number of extraordinarily good points made, so I am going to try to tackle a large number of them at the same time. I wrote a post in response to commentary to my earlier post.  While it was being written, I discovered that Jeff had posted a follow-up and that some folks had responded rather

Congrats, BRD!  You’ve graduated to war porn! Sad how, in a piece where you nod more to an Andrew Sullivan than, say, a Bill Quick, you are labeled with such a broad, blood-soaked brush by someone either intent on misunderstanding your or incapable of understanding you. Let me say that having written about this kind of thing myself here on several occasions, I’ve enjoyed the debate happening in the comments

ATKINSON, N.H.—Brad Delp, the lead singer for Boston, a huge rock sensation in the 1970s, was found dead Friday in his home, police said. He was 55. For a number of reasons, some of which it would be best not to go into here, I remember the summer of 1976 very fondly. That was the summer a couple of friends and I stole the giant picture of Randy White from

—Yeah, about that.  Seems the little bastard hacked his way into my PayPal account, helped himself to a couple three hundred dollars, then—while I was out rolling hobos for loose change—he ordered in some Thai food, a pair of co-ed “escorts,” and drilled his way through the liquor cabinet lock with my DeWalt cordless. When I finally made it home (with $14.33 in change and a half bottle of ungodly

I was going home a few days ago, and a thought struck me.  Not an idle notion, or an intriguing idea, but a sickening, clammy, dead certainty.  The realization struck me with sufficient force that in another era I would have claimed that it was a vision from God.  This is a very difficult sort of thing for me to put my finger on, but it was the kind of