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July 22 is not the best day for public enemies.

I Just Heard


“Burning Down the House” by the Talking Heads on the radio. That seemed appropriately celebratory…


Stop Cuban Jamming


A strong statement from Stephen Johnson at the Heritage Foundaiton.

Web Briefing: July 21, 2014

Not Just Sons, Weapons


From Time magazine, June 2, re: Uday:

A chef at Baghdad’s exclusive Hunting Club recalls a wedding party that Uday crashed in the late 1990s. After Uday left the hall, the bride, a beautiful woman from a prominent family, went missing. “The bodyguards closed all the doors, didn’t let anybody out,” the chef remembers. “Women were yelling and crying, ‘What happened to her?’” The groom knew. “He took a pistol and shot himself,” says the chef, placing his forefinger under his chin.

Last October another bride, 18, was dragged, resisting, into a guardhouse on one of Uday’s properties, according to a maid who worked there. The maid says she saw a guard rip off the woman’s white wedding dress and lock her, crying, in a bathroom. After Uday arrived, the maid heard screaming. Later she was called to clean up. The body of the woman was carried out in a military blanket, she said. There were acid burns on her left shoulder and the left side of her face. The maid found bloodstains on Uday’s mattress and clumps of black hair and peeled flesh in the bedroom. A guard told her, “Don’t say anything about what you see, or you and your family will be finished.”


No Dan Song For Dead Aces


Rather ended the dead “Aces” press briefing without quoting any song lyrics. Can’t we be sappy here? Anyone have any nominations for appropriate lyrics for Dan? “As the rock band Queen once sang,

And another one gone
And another one gone
Another one bites the dust…

Well, Duh


According to this Reuters story on,
Kansas is actually flatter than a pancake. A study, published in the Annals of
Improbable Research, confirms it.

Do You Feel It?


Did a palpable bit of evil just get sucked out of the universe in a strong downward motion? The world feels that much better now.

Guest Blogging


As guest blogging seems to be the thing to do these days, I’ll be guest blogging a wee bit over at Southern Appeal for the rest of the week. Come on over and give us a visit.

Centcom: Hussein Sons Are Dead


They’re dead. Uday and Qusay have been killed by Coalition forces–a CENTCOM official is confirming now in a press conference.

Re: Tv Villians



Script extract:

Marcy– “Do you have any batteries?”
[ Peggy nods sadly ]

Celebratory Gunfire ....


apparently going off in Baghdad. So either the Hussein kids are really dead or the interim government finally started playing re-runs of “Alice” on Iraqi TV.

If you see any clips of Shiites singing “There’s a new girl in town, and she’s looking good!” then we know that we haven’t caught Uday and Qusay yet.

Dan Rather Quotes...John Denver?


Dan Rather, never one to pass up maudlin sign-offs, ended CBS’s Jessica coverage just now by reading lyrics from the John Denver song, “Take Me Home, Country Roads.” You know, the one that begins “Almost heaven, West Virginia…” The only thing missing was Dan singing and strumming a guitar. Reading those lyrics with anchorman seriousness just makes it too weird.

Pentagon Shame


There should be some embarassed blushing in the
senior ranks who watched Pvt. Jessica Lynch’s short remarks. Do they
really believe that our defense should rest on the shoulders of this
little girl? You can’t begrudge her family and neighbors the joyful
homecoming by Army helicopter, but it does contrast with the recent
Washington Post story about a young male soldier, now an amputee,
waiting for his cab, upon being released from Walter Reed, for his
solitary trip to the airport.

Sid’s Mag


Sidney Blumenthal might be starting a magazine. I assume there’d be a weekly centerfold featuring a picture of Sid and some world leader fortunate enought to benefit from his genius.

The Vice


Kathryn, to reply to your question this morning, yes, Miami Vice, certainly (first couple of seasons anyway): one of TV’s greatest shows…

Good Eough For Me


If Kate’s sensors didn’t go off during the movie, that’s good enough for me.

Post Borrows Delay Dish


The front page of today’s Post carries a story by reporter Juliet Eilperin titled “Fundraising Focus Earns DeLay Wealth of Influence.” The Post investigation of DeLay’s PACs is completely borrowed from “a public interest group — Washington-based Democracy 21.” The Post story did not include the usual description of Democracy 21 as a “group that favors changes in the campaign finance laws,” in other words, a “group that thinks all of DeLay’s fundraising tactics should be illegal.”

Not to be made illegal: Democracy 21’s donations from liberal foundations like The Pew Charitable Trusts, Carnegie Corporation of New York, The Joyce Foundation and the Open Society Institute.

How Many Times Can You Say “Clinton Hater”?


My Friend Mel’s Passion


Along with about 50 others, I did spend some quality time with Mel
Gibson yesterday before and after a screening of his The Passion.
We all signed confidentially agreements, but with Lloyd Grove apparently
invited to roam around the Motion Picture Association’s plush downtown
theater, the fact that the screening took place shouldn’t get me on the
wrong side of a lawsuit with my new friend Mel. He is, by the way,
sincere, friendly and, well. . . rather short (this eyewitness report
particularly pleased the tall men in my house, although they are huge
Gibson fans all). No, I didn’t get a picture or autograph, but others
who were unable to pull off my studied nonchalance at being with one of
Hollywood’s mega-stars enjoyed Gibson’s good-natured willingness to
please. He was genuinely interested in the reactions of the audience.
The movie is intense and riveting, and the time quickly passes as you
are completely drawn into the events in biblical Jerusalem. Although
Gibson hasn’t yet begun negotiating with distributors, it is intended
for general, nationwide distribution. One can’t imagine grabbing a
bucket of popcorn with a super-sized diet coke before settling down to
witness this graphic depiction of Christ’s passion and crucifixion. My
understanding of Christ’s ordeal will be forever shaped by this
remarkable movie. Some will unfairly use Gibson’s labor of love to
create a controversy, which is wholly unjustified in the case of this
masterful film, but hopefully Gibson realizes that this too shall pass.

I Didn’t Do It


The top of the Eiffel Tower is on fire.


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