Seixon points out that he was threatened by Jason Leopold and merely intimidated by Larry Johnson.  My apologies to ex-CIA nutjob Johnson. The text of the Embassy food shortage memo is genuine, but questions remain.  I’m so hummeliated.  Oops.  Lennoxed.  And discredited. Also, bleach is an oxidant, and Jeff meant to cite the English cover of the German Kommissar song.

Wuzzie has the details. Cindy Sheehan Quits as ‘Face’ of Anti-War Movement Okay, I think the ‘scare apostrophes’ are a bit much, but as much as I dislike Hanoi Jane, she was a better anti-war face. Don’t throw me into that briar patch: Rosie O’Donnell Says She May Never Speak to Elisabeth Hasselbeck Again Airing their dirty lingerie Turning Japanese: Lefty spooge and somewhat popular blogger proves what a crass

I have been contemplating just what Memorial Day means to me, and as Dan suggested yesterday, what the freedom others have bought for me with their lives means to me.  It hasn’t been as easy as I thought it would be.  One thing I don’t want to do is complain, so while we all know things could be better, I intend to simply celebrate what we have now.  I will

I emailed burrhog yesterday, and again today, and I’ve yet to hear back from him, so I’m going to violate my circumspection and just let you all know what I know.  Here’s today’s email from me to him: Keith, If you can hear me, please click the handset. I’m getting lots of requests for an update. I hope you’re okay. Dan I still haven’t heard, though, and that makes me

Yesterday, Dan Collins asked his fellow guest-posters (and others) to declaim what their freedom means to them.  But Dan’s post—and BRD’s today—both mention the sacrifice of our troops, past and present.  Rightly so.  Our rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness are ultimately secured by those among us who sacrifice the exercise of those rights—and none moreso than those we honor on Memorial Day. To be sure, some

It’s not very often that I’m asked to write something for a special occasion or holiday, and I have to confess to being more than a bit stumped about what to say on this, the darker, more somber fourth of July, but maybe I can make a few worthwhile observations. I am very much of the opinion that the United States of America is a singular entity.  I know of

I don’t really understand why it is that a sudden change in political perspective necessitates a concomitant change in the way one regards people with whom they were formerly quite cordial (and even, in some cases, chummy).  But as with Andrew Northrup and Mona and Ilyka Damen before him, The Commissar—while undergoing an ideological epiphany—has lately been seeking validation from his new buddies by taking pot shots at some of

To Power Line, and (what’s this?) something called DailyKos. Hmmm.

One of our fellowship, burrhog, has been suffering a nightmare of medical woes.  I’m waiting to see whether and what I’m allowed to share about his situation, but I thought that I’d just state that he’s in extremis an could use your prayers, if you’re the prayerful kind. Christopher Taylor has a wonderful memorial post up about his dad at Word Around the Net, which he usually devotes to highlighting

I’m going to unload one more downer post here, and then I promise that I’m going to respect the spirit of Memorial Day (rather than Meme-orial Day) by focusing on the positive.  Because the men and women who have given their lives in the service of this country didn’t do so that we could sit around on our glum asses saying woe is me, and those who have been or