Thursday, March 27, 2003 :::
Kevlar Is Our Friend
Brit Marine Cheats Death. He got shot in the head four times, but his helmet stopped the bullets.
All I can say is, thank you, God.
::: posted by Sedgewick at 6:22 PM
This Is Just Too Good
Once in a while in dark times, something happens that just completely brightens your day and makes you smile for a week afterward every time you think of it. This is one such occasion. Hackers Put U.S. Flag on Al-Jazeera Site.
Oh Joy! Oh Glory! Score one for the good guys! Some highlights of the article:
Hackers wreaked electronic havoc Thursday on Internet sites operated by the Arab television network Al-Jazeera, diverting Web surfers to pornography and to a page with a U.S. flag and the message "Let Freedom Ring."
Heh heh heh. I keep reading that over and over and it sounds better every time I do. Ethical questions about hacking/cracking aside, I think this is one of the finest uses of computers I've seen in a loooong time.
"Certainly, it has been hacked," acknowledged Jihad Ali Ballout, a spokesman for Al-Jazeera. He described the attack as "a frontal, vicious attack on freedom of the press" and urged anyone with information to contact authorities.
Okay, your name is Jihad, for cryin' out loud, and you have the nerve to tell Americans about freedom of the press? Honestly!
The Arab network's Web sites have been suffering disruptions for days, ever since showing pictures of dead and captive U.S. soldiers in Iraq.
I'd say what I think of this, but Mom would come after me with a baseball bat and a bar of soap.
Al-Jazeera, based in Qatar, is an unusually independent voice in the Arab world.
Bwahahahah! Oh, man, that's a good one! Stop, stop, it's too funny!
Oh, wait, you were serious? Sorry, but "unusually independent voice" sounds too ridiculous to be true. I couldn't believe it wasn't a joke. *gag*
::: posted by Sedgewick at 6:01 PM
Palestinians: the Arab World's Greatest Invention
An article in the National Review goes a long way towards explaining why the Palestinians are a "people" so consumed with hate and anger, and why they have time and time again rejected all moves towards peace and harmony with the Israelis: There Will Never be a Palestinian Democracy.
It's eye-opening in more ways than one. It certainly explains why the Palestinians don't just move to other Arab nations, why they can't seem to get along with anybody, and why they've become such a tragic, wasteful death cult. A comparable example would be if Canadian citizens living in Alaska suddenly started their own intifada, trying to push the greedy and heartless Americans into the Bering Strait. Never mind that we purchased Alaska from the Russians, not the Canadians; never mind that we acquired Alaska diplomatically; never mind that Alaska wasn't part of Canada to begin with; never mind all of that. The Canadians want their land back! It's stupid, and it would never work. But it's worked for the Palestinians, because the Jews are the people of God, and the world cannot abide them.
::: posted by Sedgewick at 1:03 PM
Tuesday, March 25, 2003 :::
Fry the Beast-turd
I don't know if you've heard about the black muslim (wow, is that getting played up in the news! Gag) sergeant who tossed a grenade into a tent full of superior officers, but a second victim has died. I dunno about you, but I'm getting pretty sick of stuff like this showing up in our great nation. Of course, they're free to express their own opinions, but so am I, and I say that they're a bunch of ungrateful little unintelligibles. Amy-across-the-hall isn't quite this bad, but she's close, and it's starting to strain our friendship (at least on my side).
On the other hand, most people (70% of the population of America) believe in and support this war and our troops, who are fighting with their hands tied because we, being a fairly civilized people, insist on following the rules set out in the Geneva convention, unlike our opponents. RipSlashTearKillBangBangBang. What I would not give for a gun, a plane ticket, and a little SPF 45.
In closing, I'll leave you with a link to something a little more pleasant, and a lot more heartening: It Is The Soldier.
Insert obligatory plug for Cox & Forkum here.
::: posted by Sedgewick at 11:46 PM
Sunday, March 23, 2003 :::
Errghh, Mid-Semester Blues . . .
It's kinda pathetic that I took a two week hiatus just because of spring break. I completely vegged for a week at home, grew fat on my mother's cooking, flunked my driver's test (I don't wanna talk about it), get back up here, and hey hey, guess what, I'm too tired and bored to blog.
Aren't I just a spectacular specimen.
Right now, there's too much stuff going on in the world for me to start linking tonight. I'll start up again tommorrow, on account of that's Monday night and Monday is a good day to apply the paddles to the chest of a dead project. And, starting Thursday night, I won't be blogging at all until next Monday night, because I'll be in Chicago. Neener.
Does anyone even read this besides Livingstone and Nigel? I gotta get Derek to show me how to edit my source code. Want links, want comments. Feel isolated, insignificant. I know that's not true in the least, but I still feel that way.
::: posted by Sedgewick at 8:35 PM
Friday, March 07, 2003 :::
Go Victor, Go Victor . . .
Victor Davis Hanson's latest piece is not only a biting satire of the liberal news media, but an in-depth, well-informed treatise on the unrealistic expectations placed on our military forces: Postmodern War. Go ye and blah blah blah.
[Hat tip: LGF]
::: posted by Sedgewick at 10:56 AM
Mes amis, check out this juicy tidbit in the WaPo: Iraq strengthens air force with French parts.
I'm not ashamed anymore that I took French in high school. I'm going to retake it here at college, because then I'll know how to have the following conversation in French when one o' them goes off on the 'America is [insert negative noun/adjective combination]':
Me: (interrupting tirade) Do you speak German?
Him: (confused) No.
Me: You're welcome.
Exit stage left.
[Hat tip: LGF]
::: posted by Sedgewick at 10:33 AM
Booyah, Go Bruce
FrontPage Magazine has several excellent articles up today. Among them:
Why the Hollywood Left Hates Bruce Willis
No Distraction (debunking myths about the war with Iraq and the war on terror)
An Alien Looks at the UN
Go ye and read of them, for they are mighty works.
::: posted by Sedgewick at 10:26 AM
Thursday, March 06, 2003 :::
Sing It, Charlie, Sing It
Charlie Daniels has something to say to the anti-war celebrities that have been bleating lately, rushing with the rest of the flock straight into the jaws of the wolf. I agree with every word of that letter. I have a real problem with people like Barbra Streisand, who say that the war is all about oil and oil is bad and blah blah blah, but then confesses that she and her husband love to go off-roading in twelve-mile-epr-gallon SUVs. I have an even bigger problem with "people" like Sean Penn, who went to Iraq on a 'fact-finding mission'. Hey Sean, here's a fact for you: what you did qualifies as treason. If we weren't such a civilized society, you'd have been tried, convicted and hanged by now. But you know what? This isn't Iraq. This isn't Saudi Arabia. This is America. Right now, it's the most civilized country on the planet, bar none. And if you don't like that, if you're confused by facts, then maybe you should just leave. There are lots of people from other countries who would kill to take your place.
Charlie also has an open letter to the media, as well.
[Hat tip: John Hawkins. From the comments on his post of Charlie's letter: "Sean Penn doesn't even have a garage! You can call home and ask his wife!"
::: posted by Sedgewick at 6:19 PM
Mmmmm . . . Meat
PETA's latest campaign, 'The Holocaust On Your Plate', has sparked wave after wave of controversy throughout the country. This is a good thing. The faster people see that PETA is a self-loathing organization that constantly puts the rights of dumb animals above the rights of free, thinking human beings, the faster they will go out of business. Therefore, March 15th has been designated (via Meryl Yourish) as International Eat an Animal for PETA Day. Rock on. Meryl also provides a letter that participants can send to PETA, if they're too lazy (like me) to write their own:
I found your new ad campaign, "The Holocaust on your plate," offensive and outrageous. But I don't expect your organization to suddenly develop any sense of tact or human decency, so I thought I'd tell you what your campaign has wrought:
March 15th has been designated "International Eat An Animal For PETA" day. On that day, I'll be chowing down on a juicy steak, or chicken, or perhaps I'll have lobster—fresh, of course, chosen from the tank specifically for me. Maybe I'll have a plate of ribs at my local barbecue restaurant. Then there's that great seafood restaurant with the poached salmon and the delicious crabcakes. I could take my family there.
America's a free country, and you have the right to say what you want, no matter how offensive I think it is. But as a result of your insensitivity to those millions of people who died in the real Holocaust, and to the survivors and their descendants, I and my family will show PETA the same kind of insensitivity.
And have a great, meat-filled dinner, while we're at it.
Chew on that.
Meryl also provides some addresses to send your letter to. The whole thing puts me in mind of something I read the other day:
"If God didn't want us to eat animals, He wouldn't have made them out of meat."
::: posted by Sedgewick at 6:03 PM
Wednesday, March 05, 2003 :::
Juries? We Don't Need No Stinkin' Juries!
Mr. Khalid Shaikh Mohammed, the al Qaeda mastermind recently captured in Pakistan, is on his way to Hell, via the US government. The stinking pig deserves no better. There's an interesting article in the WaPo with some novel ideas on how to make him talk.
I like 'em. I like 'em a lot. He's not being physically injured, so technically the treatment is humane, which soothes most of my concience. The rest is soothed when I think about Flight 98 and the NYFD.
This isn't a very nice thing of me to say, but nice is for people who don't want to bother with being good: I hope he dies realizing just what he helped put so many people through. Now here's where my good side comes through: I hope he sees the fallacies of his religion just in time for him to repent. Because then he can stand before God, shamefaced and cast down, and God will redeem him and lift him up. That would be the ultimate victory for our side. I doubt it's going to happen. People like him are so evil they wouldn't know redemption if it came up and bit them on the butt. But maybe, just maybe. There is always hope.
::: posted by Sedgewick at 8:36 PM
Frank's Rumsfeld Does It Again
Sock it to 'em, Donny! Frank J. has another In My World up, mocking the liberal news media and our favorite cabinet member once again. Gently mocking, I should say. Heh heh, don't want them to come beating down my door with truncheons just because I said--Hey! Who the heck--I said I liked Rumsfeld! I think he's great! Get off me, you jackbooted thugs! I'm on your side! Sheesh!
There, see my membership card? Proud member of the VRWC, thank you very much. Take the back entrance when you leave. Don't want the liberals around here getting tipped off to the Dissent-Crushing Brigades so soon. They're not quite finished building the re-education camps.
::: posted by Sedgewick at 9:34 AM
Monday, March 03, 2003 :::
Le Har Har
Non Sequitur has a great cartoon today.
::: posted by Sedgewick at 12:52 PM
It's About Time
Cox and Forkum, illustrators extrodinaire, have their own weblog.
It's a good thing.
::: posted by Sedgewick at 12:32 PM
Frank J. Does It Again
Frank J. has a new bit of humor out today: In My World: President Bush to Do Own Lawn Care. Go ye and read of it, for it is a mightily funny work. But take care that ye not be drinking anything whilst ye reads, or 'twill cover thy keyboard like a fine summer rain.
::: posted by Sedgewick at 12:31 PM
Sunday, March 02, 2003 :::
Random Stuff (Part the First)
It's March, and there's still six inches of snow in some places. I can't stand it.
The bus to Mall Wart goes past the duck pond at the north end of campus, and every time I ride past it, there's at least one or two ducks swimming around, even when there's only like one percent of the pond that's ice-free. Are they persistent, or just plain stupid?
My friend was talking last night about how, if he went to Iraq, we would lose, no matter what. And then they'd keep him alive, and put his picture on the news, and tell everyone "we lost because of this man. If you see him . . . throw bottles." It sounds best if you say it in a quiet, hate-filled voice. It's really funny, because he's very pro-war, but his girlfriend, who lives across the hall from me, is a bleeding-heart no-war save-the-trees don't-test-on-animals-even-if-it-means-people-will-die-from-an-acute-lack-of-medical-breakthroughs vegetarian type. Yet we're still friends. Odd, that.
You know what I hate? Corn syrup. I mean it. It's in everything, from snack foods to . . . well . . . snack foods. And cereals. And bread, and just about anything that needs some form of sucrose, which means that I, who is allergic to corn, and gets me some bad headaches if I eats too much of it, have to continue to read labels, even though my ADD has gone into remission, if you will, and I no longer have to watch out so much for artificial colors and flavors. I've been reading ingredient lists since I was seven. I'm like a connoisseur of labels. I can take one glance and tell you where to look to find what, and whether or not you'll regret eating that particular product.
My mom once said that the only thing keeping her from running off and joining the Amish was her microwave. I'm afraid I agree with her, regarding myself. Except that I only know like five words in German, so I'd be kinda screwed if I did run away and join them. Heck, I dunno if they'd even have me. Ah well.
I love that time right before sunrise and sunset, when everything is bathed in a dim light and takes on a blue tint. It's always been my favorite time of day, probably because my favorite color is blue, and because I associate it with midwinter evenings when that time comes at about five thirty or six o'clock, and everyone's home, safe and happy and warm, and my mom's just finishing a pot of her delicious chili and calling us to the table, and I know that as soon as that first spoonful goes down the hatch, it's going to warm me through and through, starting with the stomach and radiating outwards. One by one, we finish and leave the kitchen to quietly take back up whatever activity we were each engaged in before supper, and soon we are all in the living room, lit with the friendly, kind yellow light of the end lamps, reading, sewing, talking softly, perhaps watching Jeopardy--you probably thought I was talking about a pioneer family until I got to that part, didn't you. But no, that's my family, and every word of it is true.
I wouldn't trade them for the world.
::: posted by Sedgewick at 3:57 PM
From LGF, a wonderful response to the protest in OZ this weekend: "Phleshy Photoshop Phun".
Don't worry, it's all rated PG.
::: posted by Sedgewick at 11:42 AM
The Traitors Turn Tail
The 'human shields' (I spit on them) from Britain are leaving Baghdad in droves because it's
(say this is a whiny, nasal voice)
dangerous! Get this: they're dismayed that they weren't being stationed at civilian sites! Just where the frappin' heck did they think they were gonna be? Well, here's my humble take on the article:
Almost all of the first British "human shields" to go to Iraq were on their way home last night after deciding that their much-heralded task was now too dangerous.
Too dangerous, you say? Wow, who would have thought that of a war zone, run by a bloody dictator with no regard for any human life besides his own? Gee, I never would have figured that out!
Two red double-decker buses, which symbolised the hopes of anti-war activists when they arrived to a fanfare of publicity a fortnight ago, slipped quietly out of Baghdad on the long journey back to Britain.
Funny, I don't remember much fanfare. In fact (correct me if I'm wrong), weren't they running a day behind, which made them a day late for the global protest? In fact, one article in the WaPo specifically used the word 'limping' to describe those 'red double-decker buses, which symbolised the hopes of anti-war activists'. If the symbol of their hope is a limping bus, I don't think the anti-war movement is going to last much longer in its present state. Which is just fine with me.
Nine of the original 11 activists decided to pull out after being given an ultimatum by Iraqi officials to station themselves at targets likely to be bombed in a war or leave the country. Among those departing last night was 68-year-old Godfrey Meynell, a former High Sheriff of Derbyshire, who admitted that he was leaving out of "cold fear". He had been summoned, along with 200 other shields from all over the world, to a meeting at a Baghdad hotel yesterday morning.
"Cold fear", eh? Well, I can respect his honesty. Unfortunately, that's the only thing I can respect about him without hating myself. Note the use of the words 'summoned' and 'ulitimatum': very sinister, aren't they? Brings to mind (to my mind, anyway) visions of jackbooted thugs and secret police and underground, sound-sealed interrogation chambers. You know, all the stuff the loony left says the VRWC has in abundance. Those copy-cats! They stole our ideas!
Abdul Hashimi, the head of the Friendship, Peace and Solidarity
organisation that is hosting the protesters, told the shields to choose between nine so-called "strategic sites" by today or quit the country.
I love that: 'Strategic sites'. Read: not hospitals, orphanages, baby milk factories, or any humanitarian institution, because hey, guess what? Those aren't likely to be bombed!
The Iraqi warning follows frustration among Saddam Hussein's officials that only about 65 of the shields had so far agreed to take up positions at the oil refineries, power plants and water-purification sites selected by their hosts.
Those 65 'people' have my everlasting contempt, barring a complete repentance of their willingness to aid and defend a bloody dictator and enemy of the free world. They are traitors second only in magnitude to the man who hands over his own comrades to death and destruction at the hands of the enemy.
It heightened fears among some peace activists that they could be stationed at non-civilian sites.
Okay, I don't know if they've been living on the moon for the past twenty years, but anyone with any knowledge of Saddam's history could have told them that he doesn't give two rotten figs about his civilian population. I don't know if they're all fried on the Happy Plant, or what, but whatever they're smoking, I'm tempted to ask them to share. Only tempted, mind you. Darn allergies.
Mr Meynell and fellow protesters who moved into the power station in south Baghdad last weekend were dismayed to find it stood immediately next to an army base and the strategically crucial main road south to Basra.
See above invective.
Iraqi officials said there was little point in guarding what they considered to be low-risk targets.
At least they know their war games. Unfortunately, what they don't realize is that the risk of slight casualties (and by slight, I mean low numbers) among Western citizens has rarely, if ever, stopped us before. There more than forty American POWs in Hiroshima.
Iraq's decision to force the place was welcomed by some of the 20 Britons remaining in Baghdad. "It's only fair," said Uzma Bashir, 32, a college lecturer who is one of the team leaders.
No, what's only fair is for you to be stripped naked, tied to a wall, and soundly slapped by every member of every family who has lost a loved one to Saddam's oppresive regime. Heck, we could sell tickets.
"We've come here as shields to defend sites and now the Iraqis are asking us to make our choice."
Oh, you made your choice, all right. You made your choice to betray your country and your crown, and now you are going to pay the price for your actions. If it were up to me, I wouldn't let you back into the country--or if I did, I'd immediately have you arrested and put on trial as a war criminal and Benedict Arnold. You people are scum. I show you the soles of my feet.
Wow, my first fisking. I am officially no longer a blogging virgin.
UPDATE: Emperor Misha (long may he reign) has a better article than this one, with a much better fisking. [Warning: some bad language.]
::: posted by Sedgewick at 11:30 AM
Saturday, March 01, 2003 :::
Dear God, I Think I'm Blind
We've got another naked protest!
Now all we need is for the guy in the picture to paint an 's' in front of the 'p' on his chest, and he'd be right on target.
::: posted by Sedgewick at 6:30 PM
Is This The Summit Meeting? No, It's The Three Evil Stooges Convention!
LGF and E. Nough each have their own takes on the Arab Summit Meeting, seen here and here.
Personally, I like E's better. :-)
Update: LGF now has a more detailed article about the summit here.
::: posted by Sedgewick at 6:17 PM
The Rock Thrower Gets Thrown At
E. Nough rips Edward Said a new one in this post. It's a beautiful thing.
[Warning: a little profanity.]
::: posted by Sedgewick at 6:13 PM
Bravo, Sirs, Bravo
In Ridgeland, Mississippi, a store owner is giving away all his French wines, and refuses to stock more until Jacques Chirac agrees to the war in Iraq. And in Dennmark, the owner of a pizzeria is refusing to serve French and German tourists. Being in Europe, his business is suffering much more than the Mississippian's, but he's sticking to his guns and refuses to back down. Some Frenchmen are crying 'racism'. I'm crying "EUroweenies". On a brighter note, a gentleman in the United States ordered a pizza from the Dane, for delivery. Using FedEx, that's around a $30,000 order. He gets a bravo, too.
Sorry about the scarcity of links in the second half of that post. It's Saturday and I'm too lazy to look everything up.
::: posted by Sedgewick at 10:08 AM