Yeah, I know that they threatened to plunge the region into war if the UN pursued an investigation into Asshat and Company, but surely they’re not blatant enough to do anything like this: BEIRUT, Lebanon (CNN)  A member of the Lebanese parliament was killed in an explosion Wednesday outside a Beirut military sports club in what hospital sources said was an assassination. Lawmaker Walid Eido, known as a foe
Free Associative Doyenne Maven [Dan Collins]
Jeff’s got his hands full today, so I’ll try and contribute a bit in the moments I have. Camille Paglia pops up at Salon to beg AlGore not to run, and provides her usual blend of keen insight and unfounded goofiness, as for instance in this sentence: After two major televised debates by both parties, only a Pollyanna on helium would believe that any of the top-tier Democrats will definitely
a post that explores what life might be like were former “One Day at a Time” star Mackenzie Phillips elected President
Phillips: “…And with that I mind, I hereby declare June, ‘National Let Your Kids Dose and Maybe Get Mick Jagger Off with Their Hand’ month.”
Bring out your inner Dice Man
Lost My Cookies emails: My younger brother Brendan was in a bicycle accident on Saturday and from what I’ve heard he will have both of his arms in a cast for a while. […] he’s in London and about 5000 miles away from anyone he knows. Anyway, my other brother said Brendan was feeling pretty down. So I’m trying to cheer him up. I’ve set up a gmail account for
The (Marxist) Invisible Hand
Interesting article by PJM’s Oleg Atbashian, who locates a nexus between a strain of social conservative boilerplate and the totalitarian impulses behind anti-capitalist dogma in the course of discussing the dynamism of media depravity and capitalism. The thesis of Atbashian’s piece— “In the days when capitalism ran wild, depravity in the media stayed harnessed; today when capitalism is harnessed, depravity in the media runs wild. There’s a reason for that”—
Deconstructing Steve Landesberg
Just so’s you know, toward the end of his life, Jacques Derrida took to wearing a cape. Which is in direct contrast to Abe Vigoda, who has never been seen without a suit—even by his many lovers. Is it any coincidence, then, that you’d have a better chance of catching Vigoda dry humping a head shot of Barbara Barrie than hearing him utter the phrase, “immediately or in the end,
“The View” to a Kill
Like waking up each morning to a steaming hot cup of unfunny smug—Black, no cream, and with enough artificial sweetener to choke a Diet Pepsi. I miss Rosie already.
a haiku that, for no reason whatsoever, imagines Jesus Christ as a Tyrannosaurus Rex
You turn the other cheek. Me, I’m gonna eat what I feel like eating.
My So-Called Life
Chris Clarke and I have sparred from time to time, but there’s no doubt he’s an intelligent man, and in his “Open Letter To The Progressive Blogosphere,” he makes many of the arguments about today’s “Progressive” movement that I’ve made here and elsewhere— and for which I’ve been chided, chastised, and demonized by many on the left side of the blogosphere, Mr Clarke (at times) included. Writes Chris: There are
“Non-English speakers lag in testing, study finds”
Score one for the “nativists,” I guess. From the Rocky Mountain News: Students who don’t speak English score far below other students in math and reading, the Pew Hispanic Center said Wednesday. Colorado’s figures followed the national trend, according to a report released by the Washington-based affiliate of the Pew Research Center. Richard Fry, a researcher who prepared the report, said the findings aren’t surprising because they are based on
