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I’m off to bring the baby home.

Star Chambers


K Lo, Pacepa isn’t the first ex-Commie spy to write for NR, of course. I’m thinking of the indispensible Whittaker Chambers.


Speaking of Fischer


I highly recommend the Ion Mihai Pacepa piece on NRO today. I, of course, recommend everything on NRO, but it’s not everyday we have a high-level ex-Communist spy chief….

Web Briefing: July 11, 2014

Security Council


Watching (or hearing–I have CSPAN on via my computer) Joschka Fischer chair the Security Council meeting is enough to give up on the U.N.


Carl Levin (D., Germany)


Vox Populi On Wheaton


I didn’t make a big deal out of it, but Wheaton’s blog really is worth investigating. Here’s one reader’s response:

I’m reading this guy’s blog and two thoughts come to mind: What a pansy and Who the [#$%!] is Will Wheaton? Then I read this in another part of his site:

“Wil Wheaton first entered the public eye in 1986 with his critically acclaimed performance in Rob Reiner’s Stand By Me. He spent his teenage years on the starship Enterprise as a series regular on Star Trek: The Next Generation.

Since leaving TNG, Wil has explored a number of different career options. In 1993, Wil put everything he had in a storage locker at Los Angeles Union Station, and tried life as a hobo, riding the rails across the US.

He settled in Florida in early 1995, where he found work at The Waffle House, on route 90. Wheaton had found his calling, it seemed, until a tragic accident known only as “the pigs-in-a-blanket-fiasco” drove him out of the Waffle House, and, ultimately, out of Florida completely.”

I think we all know what “the pigs-in-a-blanket-fiasco” means.

Re: Nypost Cover


Oh, that is beyond wonderful! The Post has had its legendary columnist Steve Dunleavy, a thin, pompadoured Aussie made of gristle, who lives on cigarettes and booze, to France. He’s going around the country carrying a stuffed weasel under his arms, sending back dispatches filled with abuse and invective against the French. I understand even Le Monde has taken notice.

Everybody knows about the HEADLESS BODY IN TOPLESS BAR cover headline, but the Post is always coming up with great ones. Two of my favorite Post covers (or “woods,” as tabloid jargon has it) were as follows: 1) reporting the conviction of a computer nerd who met a kinky sex partner online, and was later charged with torturing her, the headline read: JURY TO OLIVER: “YOU’VE GOT JAIL!” And 2) reporting the divorcing Carol Channing’s contention that her husband withheld affection from her, the headline, over a picture of Channing shrugging her shoulders and looking comically disappointed, screamed: NO SEX FOR 30 YEARS: ‘HELL NO, DOLLY!’.

Just one of the many reasons to love New York…

Oh No!


Someone tell Will Wheaton — AKA Star Trek’s Wesley Crusher — to turn down the volume on his internal monologue. Nobody wants to hear it.

Saddam Opposes Wmd!


BAGHDAD (CNN) — Iraqi President Saddam Hussein Friday issued a decree banning weapons of mass destruction.

The decree was issued about two hours before a crucial briefing from the two chief U.N. weapons inspectors to the Security Council on Iraq’s compliance with Resolution 1441, which demands Baghdad rid itself of its alleged weapons of mass destruction.

Saddam also issued the decree shortly before the Iraqi parliament was to convene in an “extraordinary” session.



Is NRO officially boycotting French cheese yet? I’m, not a fan, so it’s no sacrifice for me, I confess.

David Frum On Valentine’s Day


David’s brilliant, a masterful scribe–we know all that. He’s also really good guy. Check out his Valentine’s Day message, in his diary (he’s got other stuff about Hans Blix and such, too). Then, of course, BUY HIS BOOK!

More Bad News From Russia


Have You Seen The Cover of The Nypost?


Percy Bysshe Shelley


The great poet of liberty, in “Feelings of a Republican on the Fall of Bonaparte”, still has contemporary relevance — for Saddam, and perhaps for others:

I hated thee, fallen Tyrant! I did groan,

To think that a most unambitious slave,

Like thou, should dance and revel on the grave

Of Liberty. Thou mightst have built thy throne

Where it had stood even now: thou didst prefer

A frail and bloody pomp, which Time has swept

In fragments towards oblivion. Massacre,

For this, I prayed, would on thy sleep have crept,

Treason and Slavery, Rapine, Fear, and Lust,

And stifled thee their minister. I know

Too late, since thou and France are in the dust,

That Virtue owns a more eternal foe

Than Force or Fraud: old Custom, legal Crime,

And bloody Faith, and foulest birth of Time.

More Military Chaplain Blegging


Thanks to all of you, military chaplains and friends of military chaplains, who responded to my first post. I’ve spent the last couple of days having some amazing conversations with some very fine men serving their country and their God in the chaplain corps. Some of the things they’ve lived through … well, you’ll just have to buy the next issue of NRODT to read about it (so subscribe already). Their stories, and their dedication, are definitely are the antidote for wimpiness in the pulpit.

I have another request, this one for veterans or currently serving military personnel: Has a military chaplain ever touched your life in a profound way? Helped you through a serious crisis? Shown you to a deeper faith in God? Been an example of courage and goodness and the light of God in a dark place? Write me and tell me about it. Assume that anything you send me will be quotable, unless you explicitly tell me not to use your name. Send to [email protected]



We Are All Israelis Now


Late this afternoon, I made my daily coffee run a block and a half away. Standing outside the coffee shop were three members of the NYPD’s elite anti-terror squad, wearing masks and holding submachine guns. A bomb-sniffing dog was at their feet. Nobody stopped to ask what was going on, because those boys didn’t look like they were in the mood to talk. This is the new normal, I suppose. In New York and Washington, at least, we are all Israelis now.



Kudos to Andrew Sullivan for blogging on a column from Brit Boris Johnson, who introduces a terrific neologism, gallistic, which means going hog-wild with French-bashing. Here’s Johnson in the Telegraph explaining why French perfidy is bringing the English public around to supporting the war:

“Just as everyone was laying into the Number 10 spin machine, the French did something so disgusting, so selfish, and so French, that the British media have had no choice. The press has dropped Alastair Campbell’s dodgy dossier, in favour of that time-honoured staple of the British journalist – the orgy of frog-bashing. Confronted by French treachery, previously fence-sitting newspapers such as the Daily Mail have suddenly seen the merit of the war, and the downmarket tabloids have gone gallistic. You know the kind of articles: they involve references to Vichy, tanks with reverse gears, garlic-guzzling peasants, women of loose morals cosying up to the Boche, and they traditionally end with the cry: ‘And they eat our children’s ponies!’”

Debates Debates


Best News of The Day


Robert Novak ponders the extreme fabulousness (from a conservative point of view) of Al Sharpton’s run for the presidency. He quotes a New York Democratic operative saying that the Democratic Party presidential hopefuls “have no idea what they’re in for.” Truer words, my friends, truer words… .


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