Over at AJ Strata.  Hugh Hewitt is doing yeoman service as well. It appears, despite what our visitor david may have said to the contrary, that Reid sold the land to the LLC for his initial investment of 400k, took that money and invested in a money market fund, and yet retained an interest in the LLC even as he claimed in his disclosures to be the outright owner of

Ban Ki-moon, South Korea’s foreign minister, is Kofi Annan’s much-awaited successor.  Clicking around some online backgrounders, I found this bit of trivia from far back in his past…

BOSTON – Former U.S. Rep. Gerry Studds, the first openly gay person elected to Congress, died early Saturday at Boston Medical Center, a hospital official said. He was 69. Studds, a liberal Democrat who spent more than 20 years in Congress, was censured by the House in the 1980s for having sex with a 17-year-old male page. He was re-elected for several more terms. All of your jokes (or social

[EXT:  my childhood home in Reisterstown, MD.  DAY.  LOU REED stands on the front stoop of a two-story row home.  I am sitting on the lawn, tending a sapling.]                     LOU REED Hey babe.  Take a walk on the wild side.                     ME No.  [pause] And please take off my mother’s shoes, would ya?  You’re really creeping me out. [FADE OUT]

It was Friday, and in a desultory frame of mind I flung myself petulantly down prostrate on the divan with a copy of Punch and a glass of claret, puffing away at a Galois in my ivory cigarette holder.  My pince-nez shook loose.  The smoke eddied in whorls.  Motes floated softly through the sunbeam that slanted through the skylight.  It should have been beautiful, but all I felt was profound

Me: Expression Engine: Me: Look, um… Expression Engine: No, there’s no need to say anything… Me: No, I really think that– Expression Engine: Just. Let. It. Lie! Me: *sigh* Expression Engine: Me: I know I’m no Jeff; none of us are. Expression Engine: Me: I don’t think I’ve ever tried to make you forget him.  I’ve never tried to replace him in your heart. Expression Engine: *hoo-boy* Me: All right,

I’m not particularly superstitious, but this being Friday the 13th and all, I figure locking up the chainsaw and painting happy faces on all the hockey masks doesn’t really hurt anything.

Back in ‘89, while on a bit of a tequila bender, drove a 1984 Chevy Celebrity into an iceberg, spilling 300,000 gallons of oil into the Atlantic Ocean and getting a bunch of waterbirds all black and gunky and shit. Reject as crassly elitist the idea of “dolphin-safe” tuna.  Sorry, but there are no kings in this patriot’s ocean.  Or maybe you DOI folks missed that whole revolutionary war thing?

Well, I was sitting in my office stuffing cash in a box When an IRS guy gave me an evil wink. He shook-a me up, he took me by surprise. He had a paddy wagon, and the devil’s eyes. He stared at me and I felt a change. Time meant nothing, never would again. Let’s do the frog-march again! Let’s do the frog-march again! We don’t care if you’re Left.

C’mon over and sample a lovely aggregation of Afghan news and pics.