Archive for June 14th, 2007

Trailing Clouds of Shrapnel Do They Come

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Islam forbids abortion.

Unless, during that act of abortion, one has a chance at killing some Jews.

The Shin Bet (Israel Security Agency) said Wednesday that it thwarted a double suicide attack set for Tel Aviv and Netanya last month, orchestrated by Islamic Jihad and meant to be carried out by two Palestinian women, one of them pregnant.

One of the women, Fatma Zak, 39, a mother of eight in her ninth month of pregnancy, has been director of Islamic Jihad’s women labor department in Gaza City for the past four years.

MothersOfTheYear.

I see no reason to worry about others dehumanizing Palestinians. How could they possibly keep up?

Hosea 8:7 Update:

In the past 48 hours 19 Palestinians have been killed, tossed from rooftops, executed at point-blank range, and shot in hospital wards. That number seems certain to rise. More than 80 Palestinians have now been killed since mid May.

Among yesterday’s dead was a 14-year-old boy and three women, all killed in a Hamas attack on a Fatah security officer’s home.

“They’re firing at us, firing RPGs, firing mortars. We’re not Jews,” the brother of Jamal Abu Jediyan, a Fatah commander, pleaded during a live telephone conversation with a Palestinian radio station.

Minutes later both men were dragged into the streets and riddled with bullets.

I’m Cryin’ Over Here

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I totally don’t get it but I can’t stop laughing.

*Chortle*Snort*Guffaw***BWAHAHAHAHA!

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This is my new favorite comic strip.

Time-Wasting Comic of the Day

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The Warehouse

How does it feel to walk in someone else’s shoes?

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I guess Mr. Nifong is now trying some Nike’s on right now.

This hearing is being covered live by several news outlets, but KC Johnson’s Blog: Durham-in-Wonderland is a great place to get all of the live blogging from the courtroom. KC has been the foremost expert on the Duke Lacrosse case, and a solid voice in Evans, Finnerty, and Seligmann’s innocence.

As I read more and more into this mess, I am not sure if the evil, hated, media hungry, Nifong falsely accused the Duke Lacrosse kids intentionally and in an effort to be re-elected as the DA, or if he just lacked experience on how to handle a case like this. It might be the latter. His smug attitude and unwillingness to listen to anyone else did not help matters.

The hearing is dividing the characters in this play between good guy and bad guy. It seems that for these false allegations to have come to fruition many folks had to use bad judgement at the same time: Nifong, Meehan, Wilson, Levicy, Durham Police Department, Mangum, etc…

All of this just makes it clear to me. These officials were out to convict 3 wealthy, privileged, white kids attending an elite school. They really did not care about who the individuals actually were.

Blunder Down Under

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Idiotic statement of the day, from Sydney-based psychotherapist and author Dr. John Clarke.

“I think the workplace psychopath is actually more dangerous than the violent criminal psychopath, because the workplace psycho is smart, charismatic, charming and much less likely to get caught,” he said.

Dr Clarke said victims were miserable, suffered depression, anxiety and panic attacks and feared going to work.

As opposed to victims of the violent criminal psychopath who never suffer depression, anxiety and panic attacks, because it’s hard to get all emotional over life’s little vicissitudes when you’re dead.

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Holy crap.

Muh. MUH! Muhmuh. Muh. Muh.

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The time, it is approaching. Carpets are being cleaned, and mantles dusted. The gunk around the screws that hold the toilets to the floor is being removed by small children armed with q-tips and suffering from the delusion that this is not a disgusting job. I weed the garden, the wife having not realized that this is not nesting behavior, but rather my escape from it. I also debone whole boiled chickens so that casseroles various and sundry may be constructed and stored in the freezer, to be brought out during the lean times ahead.

I love deboning chicken. I grunt and hoot like a chimp, flinging bones into the trash, sucking up nobbly yellow chicken skin like spaghetti.

When the moon hits your eye,
like a big pizza pie,
That’s amore!

My favorite part is the organ-meat and mayonnaise sandwich I make afterwards. It’s the wife’s least favorite part.

“Why must you eat it naked?” she asks, plaintively.