March 11, 2005

Iowahawk Gives Us

. . . the final installment of the Dan Rather mystery, with quite a surprise ending. It's masterful.

(Of course, if Rather travelled to L.A., he really should have run into a short, buxom blogger with a Glock .40. That would have changed his day.) The best part lay in Rather encountering, not Lileks himself, but his young daughter. Genius.

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March 10, 2005

Jeff Has Topped Himself

. . . which sounds kinky as hell, frankly. But, never mind.

Wearing his advice-columnist hat, Oakland Jeff answers the concerns of an "anonymous" woman named (oddly enough) Sondra K, who fears she might be harboring Islamic terrorists in her house.

And it's absolutely freaking hilarious.

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Get Your Prominent Celebrities Here!

Beautiful Atrocities gives OBL a few more suggestions on prominent cultural icons he might kidnap that would devastate us more than nabbing Russell Crowe. I mean, we'd be wandering the streets with our eyes wide open, our mouths forming little O's if some of these guys went missing.

(But, God help me, I do like Elvira. Can't help myself.)

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Dean Thinks

. . . that we may be reaching the tipping point in terms of throwing out this silly, destructive "don't ask, don't tell" policy in our armed forces.

About flippin' time.

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The Folks at Jib Jab

. . . are now promoting a little animated short that they themselves did not produce. It makes fun both of the pharmaceutical industry and our tendancy to see pills as the solution to many of our problems—especially here in the States.

It's funny enough that I'm willing to accept that its makers have different biases from mine.

Go. Now.

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March 09, 2005

A Friend of Mine

discussed his demanding job with the Attila Spouse today.

He said he realized it might be time to think about moving on to something else about a week ago when he was heading home at 9:30 at night and found himself hoping that his toddler son would be asleep when he got in—that way, he'd be able to get some more work done.

He pulled his car over to the side of the road, then, and figured out that the job had taken over and neatly inverted his values.

He started sending out gentle inquiries about possible jobs the next day to all his business contacts.

Take-home question: how many men have that moment of clarity? And how many men (and women) simply go, "yeah, I hope the kid's asleep; it'll sure make my life easier."

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March 08, 2005

Call for Action: Yemeni Journalist Jailed

As many of you know, Jane at Armies of Liberation has been conducting a one-woman campaign on behalf of Abdulkarim al-Khaiwani, a Yemeni journalist who was imprisoned for writing an editorial that criticized the Yemeni President.

Jane's petition will be presented to President Saleh on March 17th, several days in advance of Mr. Khaiwani's next trial date (trials have been delayed before, on flimsy pretexts; the Yemeni President is also head of the judiciary, for despotic one-stop shopping). Jane would like at least 400 signatures by the time she sends this material to President Saleh. I'm hoping we can do even better than that. As it stands, she has a number of the blogosphere's heavy hitters on her list, which is available for viewing.

Those of us who enjoy freedom of speech and the press must remind ourselves what a blessing it is, and have an obligation to speak up for those who do not yet fully possess these rights. Some Yemeni journalists have signed the petition at risk to themselves and their families: the least we in the West can do is to follow their example. If you live in the U.S., Canada, Australia, New Zealand, or Western Europe, I urge you to make a statement, here.

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Jane's petition reads—

To President Saleh:

We the undersigned private citizens of many nations are writing to demonstrate our solidarity with Abdulkarim al-Khaiwani and Yemeni journalists.

We have come to the conclusion that Mr. al-Khaiwani is a prisoner of conscience having examined the details of the case including his irregular trial, his lack of a defense, the charges which include insulting the president, and his inability for six months to receive his appeal after several scheduled court dates.

We express our commitment to the concept of a free press in Yemen and to the Yemeni people as they peacefully work toward representative government.

We trust that Mr. al-Khaiwani's new court date set for March 22, 2005 will not be delayed again, as occurred five times previously. We hope that his appeal will be heard by a judicial member acting with independence and the authority of conscience.

We are concerned for Mr. al-Khaiwani's health and will be monitoring his well being through time. We ask that you do your utmost to insure his care.

We are acting with respect and affection for the Yemeni people in asking that you permit the free flow of ideas both in the media and in society. This is the essence of democracy.

Sincerely,

The Undersigned

Please. Let's bring some pressure to bear on this guy. I'm counting on you guys to spread the word over the next 10 days.

Thanks.

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Change is Inevitable

Jeff at Beautiful Atrocities does a kind of roundup called "Freedom on the March," mostly focused on changes the Middle East, but also discussing events in Western Asia and Africa. Some quibble with the exact examples he chose, but the specifics are less important to me than that sense of expectation in the air—the zeitgeist of self-determination that's spreading, virus-like, in several areas all at once.

And suddenly I'm humming Buffalo Springfield:

There's something happening here

What it is ain't exactly clear

There's a man with a gun over there

Telling me I got to beware

I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound

Everybody look what's going down

There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down

What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down

For real, this time: the sixties got nothing on us now.

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March 07, 2005

If We Wanted Her Dead,

she'd be dead. And we probably wouldn't have used small arms and regular GIs at a check point to do it.

Laurence Simon writes about the Italian "journalist" who was putatively shot at by U.S. soldiers. (Why is the word journalist in quotes? Well, because she writes for a Communist paper. We've learned from the Jeff Gannon affair that anyone who has a strong ideological leaning cannot be a real journalist.)

Unlike people who pretend to support our troops, I actually support our troops. And when some Italian behind the wheel of a car decided "Excusa mea! I'ma gonna justa flya trougha this-a checka-pointa!" instead of stopping, well, I think the troops were right to go for the engine block and I support their decision 100%.

If the driver didn't want to get the car shot up and possibly his passengers along with it, then he shouldn't have tried to run the checkpoint.


Via James.

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March 05, 2005

Today

. . . is my two-year blogversary, though you have to visit the archives at the the old blogspot digs to see posts from the first year and change. This has to do with the fact that the little brownies who were supposed to transfer my old archives to this site haven't done it. (Neither have they cleaned my house lately, and they are awfully behind in filing my papers. Bad brownies. Bad.)

How can you help me celebrate my blogversary? It's very simple: you can buy me some nice juicy ads (another $40 in advertising, and I'll meet my $75 minimum; Blogads will therefore send me the money they owe me—that's only two more $20 ads to buy from adstrips 2 and 3. Such a deal. Do it for the children! Or for libertarianism! Or for my avatar pinup's tight sweater!)

Or, you know: cut to the chase. Hit the Paypal button, and buy me a nice glass of decent red wine. Think of what all those antioxidents will do to my longevity.

Keep in mind that if enough of you shower me with cash and blogads, I'll be able to get my car tuned up. Won't that be exciting? Maybe we could work something out: if you guys pay for the tuneup, I'll promise not to blog about it. Deal?

Come on, boys and girls: don't make me lay on you that sob story about my bandwidth costs, and how I just MIGHT HAVE TO TAKE THIS SITE DOWN if you aren't generous enough.

I also won't be going on any extended multiple-month vacations right after I reach my fundraising goals.

So there you go.

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Syria

. . . says it will be pulling out of Lebanon in time for elections in May.

Perhaps at this point it would be easier to keep track of the Middle Eastern countries that haven't had to make some sort of changes to their style of governing in the past two years, rather than those that have.

The comparisons between Reagan and Bush '43 become more pronounced as time goes on: reforms are happening that I thought I'd never see in my lifetime.

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Like Overweight to Obesity

As 2-3 of you know, famed lefty blogger and eminent silly person Oliver Willis is demanding Brit Hume resign from Fox News for interpreting some of FDR's writing to mean Roosevelt would support private retirement accounts as part of Social Security reform. (A lively discussion ensues in his comments section, and some people argue quite convincingly in each direction. Whatever. FDR is dead, and I'm alive, and more importantly, so are my nieces and nephews, who should not have to support me in my old age.)

Anyway, O-Dub is making a bit of an ass of himself by creating a "petition"—a list of lefty bloggers who are calling for Brit Hume to step down. As if.

So Sortapundit has hit upon the idea of calling for Oliver himself to stop blogging—a far more satisfactory resolution to the situation, if you ask me. I'd love to never again see that silly banner reading, "Like Kryptonite to Stupid." If you're going to have a lame-o slogan, can't you at least be grammatically correct about it? I think Oliver was after "Like Kryptonite to Stupidity," which is just as idiotic, but literate.

Here's Oliver:

Brit Hume is the anchor of Fox News Channel's prime time news report, Special Report with Brit Hume, and he makes things up. On February 3rd, Hume intentionally manipulated the words of the 32nd president, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, to make it appear as if FDR supported privatization of social security. This is a brazen falsehood. President Roosevelt's grandson, James Roosevelt Jr., describes Hume's journalistic malfeasance as an "an outrageous distortion". We agree.

Be sure to hop over there, and check out his silly Brit Hume banner.

To which Sortapundit replies:

No matter how hard I try to ignore him, I find myself coming to in front of my PC, Willis' smug face and non-sensical tagline loading before my eyes. How did I get there? Just a moment ago I was reading Wizbang, Powerline or any number of blogs that, you know, make sense. Now I find myself hit full in the face with this shrill abrasive voice of the left - the very voice that pushes me ever rightwards. In the words of INDC's Bill - "Never have so many been annoyed by the stupidity of so few. One, actually."

And so, the time has come to demand that Oliver Willis cease and desist - if only to protect the two-party system. With spokesmen such as Willis, even the best Democratic politician finds it hard to get elected. We don't want to win too easily.

Since Willis sets a lot of stock in petitions he really has no choice but to accede to our demands. Unless he's, ya know, a hypocrite.

And Sortapundit has a banner too, courtesy of Political Teen.


Via Jeff at Beautiful Atrocities, who implies that he and Oliver have a groovy thang goin', Baby. Please, Jeff: don't ever "take one for the team" that way. Ick.

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The Supremes: What Are They Smoking?

Iowahawk discusses some of the Supreme Court's recent reliance on law in other nations.

He seems a little tart about it, too. Slighly, um . . . snarky.

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Is It True, Ann?

My jury has been out on Ann Coulter for years. But sometimes the sheer ovarian swagger is charming, in a certain way.

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March 04, 2005

The New Meme in Town

Via McGehee comes this colorful little quiz conceived by Frank J.

THE "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" BLOGGER QUIZ

1. Who the hell do you think you are?

Joy McCann, aka Little Miss Attila (or Attila Girl). And I don't just think it: I'm absolutely positive. I just checked my own I.D.

2. So, other than blogging, what's your job? Do you work at some fast food joint, dumbass?

Writing, editing, fact-checking, assisting with marketing campaigns, fixing up and maintaining houses, including mine. All kinds of stuff; I get bored easily, you see.

3. Do you have like any experience in journalism, idiot?

Magazines, yes. Newspapers, not since junior high.

4. Do you even read newspapers?

Those large thin slices of dead tree I remember from childhood? I had no idea they still made those. How quaint.

5. Do you watch any other news than FOX News propaganda, you ignorant fool?

On television? The television's downstairs. I watch it twice a week: once on Sunday nights with my husband (generally a movie), and once on Wednesday nights after T'ai Chi (I've become addicted to The West Wing).

6. I bet you're some moron talk radio listener too, huh?

The radio? That's in my car. I'll listen if there's nothing good on the classic rock stations. But I'm getting a satellite radio, courtesy of my husband, and then I'll never run out of good rock 'n' roll. Which is all I really ask from life.

7. So, do you get a fax from the GOP each day for what to say, you @#$% Republican parrot?

The fax machine is also downstairs. It's amazing how little those things get used these days: remember when that was the way to send documents?

8. Why do you and your blogger friends want to silence and fire everyone who disagrees with you, fascist?

I don't know. But there you have it. And why, given that, do I let them comment on my website? I'm really a bundle of contradictions, I guess.

9. Are you completely ignorant of other countries, or do you actually own a passport?

I've gone through two passports, and as time goes by the pictures on 'em seem to get worse. Why is that, do you suppose?

10. Have you even been to another country, you dumb hick?

Only Mexico and most of the Western European countries; nowhere of note. Can we talk again in 5-10 years? I hope to have substantial updates for you.

11. If you're so keen on the war, why haven't you signed up, chickenhawk?

Because they wouldn't take me: I'm 42, short, and have no specialized skills other than writing iambic pentameter verse. All four branches of the Armed Forces have assured me that there is no need for sonnets about the war. They promised to get back to me, though (exact wording: "don't call us; we'll call you"). So there's hope.

12. Do you have any idea of the horrors of war? Have you ever reached into a pile of goo that was your best friend's face?

Um. My face is in front of a skeletal structure called a "skull." So even if you shot it off, there would be lots of bone fragments in it. Therefore, it wouldn't qualify as "goo," exactly: there'd be some hard material in it, along with a good deal of connective tissue that would be semi-firm. I would imagine it would have a texture vaguely like a good Jell-o salad—the kind that has fruit cocktail added in. Then just throw in some bone fragments, and you're done: Attila's face salad. If you're daring, take that to your next potluck.

13. Have you ever reached into any pile of goo?

Well, that's my main complaint about adulthood: that, and having to maintain a checking account. One just isn't called upon to play with piles of goo very often. In stark contrast, I spent most of my childhood playing with goo of every imaginable consistency, from finger paints to various types of paper maiche, to Play-Doh and that interesting stuff made out of corn starch and water.

Can you get me some good goo? I'll pay.

14. Once again, who the hell do you think you are?!

Are you a Deep Purple fan, by any chance?

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March 03, 2005

This Whole Post

. . . should go on Oakland Jeff's gravestone when he dies.

From The Simple Life: Fallujah:

PARIS: Hi guys. We just came from Ramallah.

NICOLE: They hated us. We got fired from the intifada.

PARIS: So. What do you guys do for fun in Fallujah?

INSURGENTS: Behead the infidel!

PARIS & NICOLE: Niiiiice.

LEADER: I am Mohammed Mohammed. (points to drooling mongoloid) This is Mohammed³. He will achieve martyrdom after you perform ritual shaving of the anus.

The whole thing is note-freaking-perfect. Jeff knows his low art.

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Sharks and Jets!

It's on, Baby. So-cons vs. South Park Republicans. Over at Goldstein's place.

Bring your black leather jacket, and your dancing shoes.

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March 02, 2005

Amazing Grace.

It feels like the world is on fire: democracy is breaking out everywhere.

What a great time to be alive.

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Viva Lebanon.

(Pix courtesy Instapundit.)

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March 01, 2005

And Now for Something Completely Different

An interview with Jeff Gannon's penis, courtesy of Protein Wisdom.

PW: “What do you hope to accomplish now that you have re-entered the public domain?  Obviously, a book deal is in the future.  What message are you hoping to send by telling your story?”

COCK: “I suppose what I really want to say is that I’m really just like any other GAY PORN COCK.  Prick me, do I not bleed?  Stroke me long enough, do I not, y’know --”

PW: “Gotcha.  Sure.  But let me ask you directly, for the record. Are you gay?”

COCK: “I go where I’m told, to be honest with you.  And from my perspective?  There’s not a whole lot of difference from one cave to the next.”


Read the whole thing. Now.

UPDATE: I hadn't realized some of you out there hadn't seen the original interview with Jeff Gannon himself. Here you go.

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I Might Just

. . . build a small shrine to her in a corner of the living room. My husband wouldn't mind, I don't think.

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