A couple of interviews you may find interesting, courtesy Pundit Review: 1) Blackfive and Michael Yon discuss the killing of Zarqawi, the latest Haditha developments and the latest on Michael’s copyright dispute with HFM. 2) Victor Davis Hanson on the war on Middle East and the war on terrorism. The best part? When VDH explains the Palestinian “refugee” situation through an extended metaphor using Hannibal, a pair of constipated elephants,
As a misogynistic, racist, homophobic red state paste-eater…
…this televised undressing of one of those Phelps harridans really should unsettle me. And yet, I found it rather amusing. Strange, that. Am I in denial? Has the universe spun off its perfectly bi-polar axis? Because the fact that this exchange happened on FOXNews, a veritable kennel for anti-progressive haters, makes it that much more surreal, I admit. Which, perhaps I’d better go ruthlessly beat one of the African-American bimbo-dykes
BREAKING: ROVE INDICTMENT TO BE ANNOUNCED MONDAY
…Or more precisely, Jason Leopold will reiterate his belief in the indictment’s imminence on Monday, muttering about it to himself over a half-dozen Wahoo’s fish tacos and a Diet Berries and Cream Dr Pepper. But that’s kinda like news, right? Developing… **** update: Wow. And to think I was only kidding. It’s getting harder and harder to parody this stuff, I tell you. Though on the plus side, I’m now
Through his attorney, Haditha Marine says killings were accidental
From the Washington Post: A sergeant who led a squad of Marines during the incident in Haditha, Iraq, that left as many as 24 civilians dead said his unit did not intentionally target any civilians, followed military rules of engagement and never tried to cover up the shootings, his attorney said. Staff Sgt. Frank D. Wuterich, 26, told his attorney that several civilians were killed Nov. 19 when his squad
In which protein wisdom provides a long-deferred answer to Edwin Starr (c. 1970)
What are you, Edwin, a twelve-year-old? Christ. Grow up, would you?
Summer Soldiers
I’m sorry to say this, because Talk Left’s Jeralyn Merritt is a friend, and I genuinely like her—but her commentary on the AP version of a story alleging US troops assaulted Abu Musab al-Zarqawi after pulling him alive from the ruins of a bombed out Baqouba farmhouse makes it clear she’s lost her everloving mind: Does an anonymous report mean a beating happened? No, but the AP is not the
Saturday metablogging: insert hip pop culture allusion here
So. Were today not our anniversary, my wife and I would likely be eating frozen Smart Ones™ lunches right now rather than getting ready to head to an Indian buffet for naan and saag and entrees heavy with chick peas and cubed lamb. But because it is, we are—which has the practical effect of preventing me from thinking too much about Yearly Kos, saving me from a Saturday spent despairing
“Was Al-Zarqawi Beaten After Bombing?”
From CBS News, “Neighbor Of Slain Qaeda Leader Alleges U.S. Troops Beat Man With Beard”: An Iraqi man who was one of the first people on the scene of the U.S. airstrike targeting Abu Musab al-Zarqawi said he saw American troops beating a man who had a beard like the al Qaeda leader. The witness, who lives near the house where al-Zarqawi spent his last days, said he saw the
It’s Friday—and not only that, it’s the Friday after a pretty important week—
—Precisely. Which is why there won’t be any dancing today. Because you don’t just celebrate the death of a terror leader by slurping your way through an entire baby pool filled with flaming Ouzo and then get up and dance a jig 48 hours later. Unless, of course, you’re John Daly. Which the little guy ain’t—though I did once see him get so pissed at a drunken raccoon who tried
Friday metablogging: insert ironic title here
So I was thinking: were I actually covering this Yearly Kos dealie, my guess is that right about now I’d be trying to saw my own head off with a shoehorn sharpened on the stone facing of some casino front made to look like an ancient pyramid mysteriously stuffed with elderly gamers from Phoenix and vaseline-toothed showgirls with fake swan feathers covering their pudenda. But because I’m not, I’m not—the
