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Another great movie from the BBC.
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May those who
love us, love us
And those that
don't love us,
May God turn
their hearts;
And if he doesn't
turn their hearts
May he turn
their ankles
So we'll know them
by their limping.
A Missouri inventor, named Andrew Wilson, recently had his name changed to They. He quips that everyone always says "They said it" or "They did it" and he just wanted to answer the question of exactly who are (or is) "they". He also enjoys the grammatical distress and contortions that this causes by making a plural pronoun into a singular proper noun.
If it was up to me, I would have chosen a different pronoun. One that would not only cause grammatical distress but completely frustrate telemarketers or those seeking to place the blame. Yes, I am talking about "myself".
Imagine the possibilities...
Phone rings.
"May I speak with myself?"
"Go right ahead, be my guest."
"No, no, I am trying to locate myself."
"Aren't we all, my brother?"
Or at a big business board meeting.
"Who came up with this hair-brained idea?"
"Myself did, sir."
"I appreciate your candor and willingness to accept responsibility, son, but your English is deplorable. Do you realise this idea could cause our business to go down the tubes."
"Sir, when I talked to myself, he said that he had done several cost studies and they all showed a profit in the long-run."
"Uh, security?"
Today's beheading of Eugene Armstrong is another in a string of grisly, videotaped beheadings. I must admit, I viewed the video. It is not for the faint of heart. Hell, it's not easy for the lion-hearted. (To view, follow the links at Little Green Footballs.)
The video has five terrorists standing against a flag backdrop with some message in Arabic, probably the name of their terrorist organization. Four are armed with AK-47s and stand mutely at guard while the one in the middle reads a speech, no doubt denouncing the US presence in Iraq. Bound on the floor in front of the terrorists and dressed in an orange jumpsuit, is Eugene Armstrong, an American civil engineer who had been working in Iraq.
After about eight minutes of the speaker's Arabic BS, he pulls out a blade and proceeds to hack at Mr. Armstrong's throat amid his cries of terror and pain until they eventually subside into quietness. The terrorist then places the severed head atop the lifeless body that is now slumped on the bloody floor.
How is one supposed to react to this? On the emotional level, I want to nuke a couple of Iraqi cities, say Fallujah or Basrah, and strike some fear in the heart of these Islamofascists. On the rational level, I realize that Zarqawi is hoping to weaken US resolve in Iraq and to possibly sway our election.
So, what to do? Bush needs to do what it takes to win this election and then... and then? Then, we do something dramatic, such as what I said above. Then, we go into Iran and destroy the true terrorist stronghold in that region. Cool heads, ladies and gentlemen, me must have cool heads while stoking the fire-hot brands of courage and resolve within our hearts.
The Washington Post does an excellent side by side comparison of officially released Killian memos versus the CBS Killian memos. The evidence against CBS is staggering and ever so slightly devastating.
I think this article settles it once and for all.
Sorry 'bout the empty link folks. Link has been fixed and my statement is no longer ironic. Hat tip to DNick for pointing out the error. 
A big shakedown is about to occur at CBS. Dan Rather is sticking his neck out for the 60 Minutes story that has accused Bush of being AWOL during his service in the Texas National Guard. This is amazing considering the mountain of evidence piling up suggesting that the documents that much of the story was based on are probably fraudulent.
You can view the memos here and you can track the story as it develops via Little Green Footballs, Powerline, Captain's Quarters, Instapundit, the Corner, or Hugh Hewitt, to name a few.
The Smoking Gun has a hilarious and somewhat scary collection of complaints about rude toll-booth operators on the New Jersey Turnpike.
Here's a sample:
2 Men in booth changing shifts. Patron told collector, "Please take my money I have to go." Collector grabbed patron by shirt and scratched his face, and told him to pull over and see how much of a man he is.
This terrorist massacre in Chechnya just rips my insides to shreds. From the London Telegraph:
Irina Keraoyev, 12, had been at the front of the gymnasium, nearest the door, when the blast came. "I was kneeling, in just my knickers and vest. Out in the corridor I could hear one of the men shouting. It was in Chechen. A young child, just a toddler, was crying. His mother was inside and crying out her son's name. But they wouldn't let her come out to him. The man was hysterical. He shouted to stop crying or he would shoot. I could hear him slapping the child. Just the sound - I couldn't see."
Irina, one of the farthest from the blast, staggered outside after the explosion. "My legs were numb. I wanted to run, but they wouldn't work. I was trying to run, to walk, but I just couldn't do it.
"There was a woman, maybe in her forties, beside me. She tried to drag me with her. Then she fell. I could hear the gunfire roaring. I didn't know what was happening, but now I know the men were firing at us, to stop us escaping. The back of the woman's head was all blood. I pulled at her hand, but it just flopped down again. My left leg was burnt and blistered, but I couldn't feel a thing."
Irina began to crawl towards safety, then a soldier lifted her up and carried her. She was among those who had got out of the school first, and she was placed on a stretcher and put into an ambulance.
"More and more stretchers were loaded. Then they took them out so that they could get more people in. Some were screaming, calling for their mamas. Some just lay there. I think the man beside me was dead. Everyone stank. Half were naked, but nobody cared."
Dan Darling, over at Winds of Change, has attacked an enormous task by digging under the surface of the media's tepid exploration of the terrorist actions in Chechnya. Darling provides the backdrop as well as a breakdown of the terrorist groups and their history in the region.
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Islamic International Brigade (IIB): Commanded first by Khattab and then his late successor Abu Walid al-Ghamdi (a relative of 3 of the 9/11 hijackers), the IIB is also known as the "Arab brigade" or the al-Ansar Mujahideen due to the high percentage of Arab al-Qaeda fighters in its ranks. While other Chechen groups contain al-Qaeda members serving either as "officers" or in some kind of a military advisor capacity, the IIB is unquestionably the hub of the al-Qaeda presence in Chechnya.
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This is a joke that I heard from my brother John, who told it to us after hearing it from one of his friends. Thanks, John. Hope y'all enjoy...
Osama bin Ladin, much to everyone's surprise, did go to heaven one day after dying a martyr's death at the hands of the US military.
Osama walked in through the pearly gates and just smiled to himself in victory and self-assurance. Further down the golden road, a figure walked towards him. As the figure neared, Osama saw that it was none other than George Washington! Osama tried to avoid him, but George Washington walked right up to Osama and punched Osama square in the nose, knocking him flat on the ground.
Seeing stars and trying to stop his now bleeding nose, Osama struggled to rise to his feet. Out of nowhere, another figure appeared. This time it was Thomas Jefferson! Before Osama could react, Mr. Jefferson had sucker-punched Osama, doubling him over. With two swift kicks, Jefferson knocked Osama onto his back where he lay, writhing in pain.
What is going on? wondered Osama as his body was wracked with spasms of pain.
Out of the blue appeared Saint Peter, who casually walked up to the sprawling bin Ladin.
Indignant, Osama sputtered to St. Peter in his rage, "Hey, I thought that I was promised forty virgins for my courageous fight against the infidels in the United States!"
St. Peter shook his head, smiled, and replied cooly, "No, no, Osama, you must have misheard. You were promised forty Virginians!"
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