Somehow, it just seems so appropriate today.  Well, to me, at least.  Of course, I still cry when I hear Styx’s “Don’t Let It End”—so make of that what you will. From Kenny Rogers and Don Schlitz, “The Greatest” (1999): Little Boy, in a baseball hat Stands in the field with his ball and bat Says “I am the greatest player of them all”— Puts his bat on his shoulder

Well, sorry.  No can do. Seems you aren’t allowed to comment anymore (or rather, you can, but your posts aren’t likely to survive the moderations purge [see update 2])—though I notice Maha isn’t “moderating” folks like R.L. Page, who, when he isn’t parroting the anti-“Godlstein” jibes he’s picked up from the Sadly, No! archives or from the Pandagon oeuvre, is likely busying himself with memorizing the Klingon dictionary in order

The line between reality and representation gets more Chauncy Gardneresque–ON A PLANE: A media watchdog group is criticizing Delta Air Lines for making the bloody HBO series “Rome” and other bawdy shows available for in-flight viewing after a passenger complained that children could see nudity and sex scenes. Billy Ford, vice president of a Georgia chemical company, said the shows were aired on overhead movie screens during a May 6

Lindsay Lohan Booked on Suspicion of DUI To be shitting me is what you have.  I NEVER would have seen this coming.  It’s honestly almost as shocking as what’s happened to that lovely young woman, Paris Hilton.  Well, I never!  Who’d have thought!  My stars!  I feel so let down!  Where have all the heroes gone?  Say it ain’t so.  Shocker!  Out of left field!  Dear, me!  Why, I never!

U.S. and Iraqi troops have detained 16 people they say are “directly related to the attack” on May 12 in which three U.S. soldiers were apparently captured, a U.S. military official said. The three men disappeared after insurgents attacked a U.S. military observation post in the Mahmoudiya area, in a stretch known as the Triangle of Death. Four American soldiers and an Iraqi soldier were found dead at the scene

Hi-larious Ratheresque hijinx on the part of Larry Johnson, ex-CIA moron, discussed by Ace.  Come up with your own monicker for good ol’ lyin’ Larry, whose interesting career can be glimpsed here, and here, here (where the role in the Seixon affair of our own topsecretk9 is recounted), here, and just about everywhere.  Serial fuckwad?  Whatever. UPDATE: Ace also has this on Val Plame’s perjury (she didn’t get to swear

A few months ago I posted that I enjoyed drinking Jameson, both for its own virtues and as an alternative to single malt scotch when the old pocketbook was feeling pinched.  Naturally that started a thread on which booze people liked to drink, and some people suggested other varieties of Irish whiskey that I should sample.  I tried a few of them, and while I’ve put it off for a

Celebrated by the LA Times this Memorial Day Weekend: Bush was twice warned of Iraq challenges Holy shit!  You mean he was warned twice that it mightn’t be easy to bring security, democracy and prosperity to Iraq? These warnings were distributed to senior officials with daily access to President Bush and others at the very top of the administration, the report states. To officials?!  At the very top?!  Of the

Is this what the little guy has been up to, or is it the scaly bastard’s much more ambitious and upstanding cousin?  Or perhaps this is some sort of darker, more sinister von Braunian kind of escapade – sort of splitting the difference between the Saturn-V and the V-2.  (nb:  When told of the first V2 hitting London, Von Braun remarked “The rocket worked perfectly except for landing on the

Yes, lynx.  Not mere punniness (Robin Roberts), but voluminous egoism with hints of suckuppiness.  David Thompson on Oliver Kamm on freedom of speech.  Iowahawk debates Treacher regarding The View.  Ace on Joy Behar.  Instapundit doesn’t link to me.  Jawas urge calm.  Possibly the most irritatingly self-regarding voice on the intartubes reports on the former most irritatingly self-regarding voice on television–with the exception, natch, of Olbermann; maybe she’s just not my