Is it just me, or does the acronym for the Iraqi inspections teams look eerily similar to its real purpose?
UNMOVIC: United Nations Monitoring, Verification and Inspection Commission
UNMOVING.
Hrmm.
John Cole started Balloon Juice early in 2002. Those who have followed along know that this has been quite the journey.
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Is it just me, or does the acronym for the Iraqi inspections teams look eerily similar to its real purpose?
UNMOVIC: United Nations Monitoring, Verification and Inspection Commission
UNMOVING.
Hrmm.
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Sorry for the lack of posts. I guess I just had a prolonged case of blogathy, and the joy in my life was sucked out with the death of Johnny Unitas and then the second Steelers loss. I am recovering.
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An Already Awful Day Gets Worse
The greatest quarterback in the history of the game died today.
R.I.P., Johnny Unitas.
I will talk more about him later, once I have recovered from the shock.
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Today it is one year.
I watched a little bit of the television coverage last night and this morning, yet I am not sad.
I am still too angry.
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From Jack, my former roommate and current German liasion:
“Bill Clinton is getting $12 million for his memoirs, and Hillary got $8 million for hers.
That’s $20 million for two people, who for eight years repeatedly testified they couldn’t remember shit.”
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I don’t want to sound like one of these leftist “Blame America First”, anti-middle America, patriotism hating twinks, but I think the media coverage of 911 is overdone. It is all syrupy and melodramatic, and not tasteful. I feel like they just as easily could be talking about Jon Bonet Ramsay or O.J. or Monica, or whatever the media frenzy of the moment is. Remember Chondra Levy.
I don’t want the media to turn this into the ratings game, and to forget about it in six months. This needs to be treated seriously.
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I suffered the most bizarre injury ever yesterday. After having three vodka tonics while watching my beloved Steelers get manhandled by the Patriots, I decided to have a sandwich and a pickle. While trying to open my big jar of pickles, which was really sealed tight (and one of those big bulk pickle jars), my hand slipped and I wrenched all the muscles in my back.
I am not sure what hurts worse. The pain, or how the injury occurred. The doctor laughed at me.