This report details a huge success in the GWOT. This missile attack seems to have left a gaping hole in Al Qaeda's command and control, with at least four and maybe five senior terror executives killed.
Marie Cocco is a rat-a-tat lefty writer for the WaPo. I read her column in my local lefty fishwrap today, and was just starting to get the usual RCOB that happens when I read her Marxist screed, but then it hit me: her column is the perfect Lefty Lament.
She is lamenting the end of Bush Derangement Syndrome, whether she admits it or not. Like most of the WaPo lefties, she has gotten so used to bashing President Bush on a weekly basis, for just about everything, but she now realizes that she will soon have to stop. The problem for her, and the others, is that BDS is an actual addiction, and kicking the habit cold-turkey on 012009 will be painful, if not impossible.
So, I think that all these clapped-out scribblers deserve some help when they reach the ends of their BDS dope-supply, don't you?
Here's my offer to Marie Cocco, and any other BDS-columnist: if you REALLY can't take it any longer, just drop me an email or a comment and I'll research into your city's transit system, and figure out for you the very best place to throw yourself under the wheels of a subway train or a bus. It would be much easier to just go into the bathroom and end it all Commie-style with a bullet to the head, but I know you won't even consider the use of a firearm for any purpose, even ending your horrible suffering, so it has to be a transit-suicide.
You may not thank me now, but as you get into hard kicking of this dope you've been on for the past 7 years, you WILL seek my relief.
One day a guy dies and finds himself in hell. As he is wallowing in despair, he has his first meeting with the devil...
Satan: "Why so glum?"
Guy: "What do you think? I'm in hell!"
Satan: "Hell's not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun down here. You a drinking man?"
Guy: "Sure, I love a drink."
Satan: "Well, you're gonna love Mondays then. On Mondays, that's all we do is drink. Whiskey, tequila, Guinness, wine coolers, Tab, and Fresca. We drink 'til we throw up, and then we drink some more! And
you don't have to worry about getting a hangover because you're dead anyway."
Guy: "Gee that sounds great!"
Satan: "You a smoker?"
Guy: "You better believe it!"
Satan: "All right! You're gonna love Tuesdays. We get the finest cigars from all over the world, and smoke our lungs out. If you get cancer – no biggie, you're already dead, remember?"
Guy: "Wow...that's awesome!"
Satan: "I bet you like to gamble."
Guy: "Why, yes, as a matter of fact I do."
Satan: "Good, 'cause Wednesdays you can gamble all you want. Craps, Blackjack, roulette, poker, slots, whatever. If you go bankrupt, it doesn't matter, you're dead anyhow."
Satan: "What about Drugs?"
Guy: "Are you kidding? Love drugs! You don't mean...?"
Satan: "That's right! Thursday is drug day. Help yourself to a great big bowl of crack or smack. Smoke a doobie the size of a submarine. You can do all the drugs you want. You're dead so who cares."
Guy: "Wow! I never realized Hell was such a cool place!"
I've had to get up early every day for the past ten days or so due to contractors restoring my house from the flood damage I sustained before Christmas, so I am back in that exact sleep cycle all those who work a regular shift know too well. I wake up at around 0530, and the alarm goes off at 0600. During the time of 0530-0600, I lay there in the dark and let my mind focus on something, and I crank up the logic process and REALLY think that something out.
This morning, I thought about the R2KBA, and the Second Amendment, and the upcoming Heller trial in the Supreme Court. I thought about my novel, which centers on the R2KBA and the armed defense of that Right. I thought about the growing attitude of persecution of those who dare to think of using arms to hold on to the Founders' Dream, as stated in our Constitution. I thought about fighting for that Dream. I felt dread.
Then it hit me. All these thoughts and feelings aren't new. They have been felt before, by two groups of people we know of, and know of well, if we studied our history at all.
The first is our Revolutionary forebears, but more recently than them, the Israelis.
Fleeing the anti-semitic Hell that was Holocaust Europe, and not trusting the paternal Allies or the dangerous Soviets to keep them safe as individuals in their own countries, the Jews of Europe (those remaining after the Holocaust) gathered their tired bodies on rickety rustbuckets as soon as WW2 ended, and headed for Palestine to form their own country out of the vacuum of desert tribes and kingdoms which lived there. They settled in a narrow strip of desert next to the Red sea, fighting off the British, who had colonial hegemony there, to even get off their stinking ships. They armed themselves with ancient cast-off weapons bought with the dollars donated by generous (mostly American) Jews, and they began their struggle for existence.
The Jews of Israel struggle for their very existence to this day, supported mostly by a generous America. They are smart people, and were among the first nations outside of the US and Soviets to acquire nuclear weaponry. They stand off the likes of the very-well-financed Hamas and Hezbollah terrorist Islamic organizations, and they all know, in their hearts, that one day they will have to exchange nuclear war with Iran, which has become their chief antagonist.
OK, so much for Israel. What does that have to do with the R2KBA?
It is simply that Israel exists because of their attitude of readiness to fight for their survival. In the United States, we are allowed the possession of individual arms (for the most part). As a nation of personally-armed individuals, we are unique among the world's nations in our granting ourselves the right to be armed, for the purpose of remaining freeas both individuals and as a nation.
Israel is unique among the world's nations as the only Jewish state.
In the USA, we face great pressure from many directions to cease being a nation of personally-armed citizens.
Israel faces great pressure from many directions to cease being a nation of Jews.
In the United States, we are a nation of many diverse political viewpoints, but we stick by our Constitution, which binds us together (for the time being).
In Israel, they are a nation of many diverse political viewpoints, but they stick by their Torah, which binds them together (for the time being).
In the United States, we have rich outsiders trying to undermine our very Constitution, the best example being George Soros.
In Israel, there are rich outsiders trying to undermine the Torah, the best example being Iran (some may argue it's the Saudis).
In the United States, we have pressure from the United Nations to "correct" our Constitution to more "acceptable" values, such as Socialism.
In Israel, they have pressure from the United Nations to "correct" the Torah to more "acceptable" values, such as Islam.
In the United States, we keepers of the R2KBA face hate and discontent from all sides of the political spectrum because of our strict interpretation of the Constitution.
In Israel, the keepers of the flame of Judaism face hate and discontent from the entire outside world.
In the United States, we who protect the R2KBA must be prepared to fight to the last citizen to keep our right to possess and bear arms.
In Israel, they must be prepared to fight to the last citizen to keep their Nation.
So, the spousal unit had MSNBC on when I got back inside from putting eeeeeevil ice melter on my snowy driveway so the contractors won't bust their butts getting to my house this morning.
MSNBC was going ga-ga over Ted Kennedy's endorsement of Oh-bomb-ah (really, that's how the Chi-town pol wants it pronounced). Now, the way I see it, the Swimmer's word on anything isn't taken too seriously except by Big Dig labor labor union business agents who have to write him payola checks so he can run interference for their lousy job, but this will ensure that those labor unions toe the Oh-bomb-ah line and stay away from Clintonian blandishments.
Ted could have stayed in his wine cellar room. The big labor unions were going to go for Oh-bomb-ah anyway, since he and Edwards (yep, Edwards will be either his Veep or his AG) are good buddies with like minds (Marxist minds). The Clintons are a bit too buddy-buddy with multinational corporations to suit the labor bosses, who never studied Econ 101 and know nothing about the position of the labor force in the overall production of goods and services.
Anyway, back to Mess-up NBC. They trotted out some very Low Boston Irish guy who is some sort of media guru back there, and he blathered on with much blarney trying to lend gravitas to the Swimmer: "long-serving Senator", brother to (genuflect NOW!) John and Robert Kennedy, etc, etc ad nauseam. This phony Irish mafioso even invoked the name of Caroline Kennedy and Patrick Kennedy.
Oh well, it's getting closer to St. Paddy's Day, the time of the year when we are supposed to tolerate a maximum dose of blarney. I guess that gives this mick at least the opportunity, if not the right, to wax poetic about the Swimmer.
We are all being urged by the Goracles and almost everyone else to replace our incandescent lamps with compact fluorescent bulbs to use less wattage and save the planet.
Here's a little issue that I had with one of them in my house:
As you can see, the plastic base on the bulb which contains the ballast is within a RCH of letting the smoke out. I don't want to let the smoke out again, I lost a house to fire once in my life and that was enough.
For the record, this is a Commercial Electric lamp, SKU # 791-548, Model ES-27, 120V 60hz, 27watt 0.450 ampere. IT IS UL-LISTED under E 149698 61Y6, and bears an FCC approval # NIR-10108. Just above the screw base of the bulb is another number, probably a lot number, 0701.
The interesting thing about this bulb, which has probably been in service for almost two years as my shaving lamp (installed in a metal and glass fixture that protrudes through my large vanity mirror in the master bathroom) is that it was still operating at an apparently normal light output.
Now I will check ALL the CFL bulbs in my house for similar breakdown.
You're right, this can't happen to an incandescent.
Now, according to this article, all these FUBARs are perfectly normal. So is my home in a pile of ashes, if you're a weird SOB.
The doctor, after an
examination, sighed and said, "I've some bad news. You have cancer, and you'd
best put your affairs in order."
The woman was shocked, but managed
to compose herself and walk into the waiting room where her daughter had been
waiting. "Well daughter, we women celebrate when things are good, and we
celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't well. I have
cancer. Let's head to the club and have a martini."
After 3 or 4
martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and
more martinis. They were eventually approached by some of the woman's old
friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating.
woman told her friends they were drinking to her impending end.
been diagnosed with AIDS." The friends were aghast and gave the woman their
After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned over
and whispered, "Momma, I thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you just
told your friends you were dying of AIDS."
The woman said, "I don't want
any of those bitches sleeping with your father after I'm