From The Rocky Mountain News: Sergei Ivanov, the man considered to be a leading contender to succeed President Vladimir Putin, criticized a landmark Soviet-US arms treaty Wednesday as a “relic of the Cold War,” and promised that Russia would have a “sword” capable of piercing a U.S. missile shield. Because evidently poisoning a US missile shield with polonium-210 would require a bit too much leg work. BAM! Thanks. I’ll be
“Torture, Al-Qaeda Style”
Courtesy of The Smoking Gun (h/t Robert): In a recent raid on an al-Qaeda safe house in Iraq, U.S. military officials recovered an assortment of crude drawings depicting torture methods like “blowtorch to the skin” and “eye removal.” Along with the images, which you’ll find on the following pages, soldiers seized various torture implements, like meat cleavers, whips, and wire cutters. […] The images, which were just declassified by the
9 provisions stricken from the House bill making gasoline ‘price gouging’ a crime
“Oh. And everybody gets free cable, too.” “Replace the phallocentric-sounding ‘gouging’ with the more gender-neutral ‘rubbing.’” “Free Mumia!” “$1.49 for a Snicker’s Bar, eh? Well, how you like us now, Conoco ‘convenience’ store?” “And of course, by forcing lower gas prices, we’ve made it easier for Bushco to BRING THE TROOPS HOW NOW!” “The Man is going to be walking funny for a week after this one, you can bet
Dim bulbery
From Tom Scocca, writing in the New York Observer: The anti-light-bulb campaign [by Mayor Michael Bloomberg] isn’t creeping socialism—it’s nanny-state capitalism: a cross-ideological alliance to force-market lousy products to the public. The left gets to see environmental virtue written into law; the right gets to see the negative consequences of that law fall on individual consumers, rather than, say, the power industry. Because of course, we on “the right” are
The “this is what a self-referential post looks like” post (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)
See? What did I tell you? Now leave me be. I have the Sphinx I’m building out of oatmeal to worry about. Seems I may have added too much friggin’ water again, and the only brown sugar I have in the house is harder than Ted Haggard at a kielbasa expo. Which, pardon me, Jesus—but it’s true.
Market Research
When I finally get around to updating and upgrading the site, I’ll be concentrating of fixing trackback issues, server clock problems, and formatting glitches that affect the way my posts are linked and indexed. But what I’d like to know is, what do you all want to see in the refurbished site? I understand that a question like this leaves open the door for clever quips—and those are fine—but I
Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance, abridged, 30
The Joy you feel having the chrome on your exhaust pipe expertly polished on the cheap is inversely proportional to the Pain you’ll experience a week or so later, particularly should it turn out you opted for the $10 express service from a technician named “Kandi” whom you happened upon while cruising West Colfax between midnight and 3 AM, looking for an open Taco Bell drive-thru. On this, you really
Contrarianism
One of my favorite blog writers, Velociman, looks at the Immigration Reform Bill and sees…well, not much to get worked up about: I don’t understand the rage, the incredible grassroots frothing at the mouth over this impending immigration “reform” bill. Firstly, no one has read it. Secondly, once they do they won’t understand it. Thirdly, of course, it’s just going to legitimize 12 million illegal aliens, with the merest of
Red Meat for Serial debunkers
The facts are indisputable. People in those countries [with government-funded health-care systems] live longer than us, they have a lower infant mortality rate, they spend only half the money that we spend per person on health care and yet they have a healthier nation. There’s no part of that picture that I’m painting that is untrue.—Michael Moore, quoted by the associated press Ready? Begin!
Kelo for thee but not for me
Raise your hand if this surprises you one bit. **** update: Put your hand down, Senator Kennedy. I said “bit.” This ain’t Hooters, buddy, and I ain’t handing out free potato skins—no matter how much you promise to tip me.
