My cat is fascinated by water. Every time I turn on a faucet, take a shower, or flush the toilet, he comes running- he especially loves watching water drain. I am now effectively wife-trained with the toilet, as I have to put the lid down when I am finished- otherwise he splashes around in it. Is this normal?
Every time the left gets so worked up into a fevered pitch about something that I just can not take it anymore and want to dehumanize them (by doing things like collectively calling a group of different individuals ‘the left’), I find out things like this- most of the lefties on my blogroll like the show ’24.’ I love it. Check it out:
Who would have thunk it? Except they are wrong about the best plot twist- which is that the younger Warner sister is the enemy agent.
Joe Conason proves he does not understand the UN Resolution. This statement says it all:
Colin Powell showed that Saddam Hussein is resisting disarming. But he didn’t prove that he’s an immediate threat.
Talk amongst yourselves.
Scrappleface highlights the new UN Resolution authorizing force in certain circumstances:
–Saddam Hussein is photographed sitting astride a plutonium tipped ICBM with the words “To Russia, with Love” painted on it.
–Iraqi military officers are photographed launching a ship laden with clearly marked canisters of Sarin or VX. The bow of the ship must bear the words “Slow boat to China”
–Photographs prove that Iraqi SCUD missiles, bearing biochemical agents and emblazoned with the words “The French Connection,” are about to be launched.
Go read it all.
As America’s slow-motion rush to war appears to be reaching it’s final steps, the Times editorial board shows up, limping about one step behind.
For some reason, every time I need a laugh, I go check out this vintage fisking of Ted Rall. This was written over a year ago by Anne Coughman (of the defunct Protein Wisdom– how we miss you), and it is still, by leaps and bounds, my favorite fisking of all time. Hell- this was the best fisking before we even called it fisking. Here is some of it:
Just because I find his work so remarkably irritating, I’ve “responded” to Ted Rall’s latest offering, “Snappy New Jeer” — another shallow dish of fetid word salad that’s light on the lettuce and heavy on the crumbled cheese. Actually, I suppose I haven’t so much responded to him as I have “reacted” to his bilious twaddle — by way of smarmy rejoinders of my own. Rall’s bunk will be block quoted, whereas mine is free to sniff the margins. You’re welcome to add your own mental observations…
Go read the whole thing.