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A New Kind of "Chickenhawk" (UPDATED)

When I said yesterday that most of Beauchamp's defenders had sense enough to steer clear of the milbloggers, I had no idea that Columbia Journalism Review's Paul McLeary had run out into the open, bare-a** naked.

This childish game of name-calling, mostly led by the know-nothing Michelle Malkin's of the world--anyone remember the Jamil Hussein embarassment--has been going on for the better part of a week. Now the Weekly Standard's Michael Goldfarb dug up some particularly damning evidence against the young soldier:

We do know that Beauchamp worked on Howard Dean's presidential campaign, that he edited a liberal student magazine in college, and that he marched with pro-choice demonstrators in 2004. Further, we know that he enlisted in the military "just to write a book" about his experience--not the noblest of reasons, but neither does it discredit his work. Writing under a pseudonym, though, did prevent readers from understanding that his perspective was not merely that of a soldier on the ground, but of a political activist.

How dare a college grad and engaged citizen volunteer to join the Army to fight for his country! (Which is something that most of the brave souls who inhabit the milblog community prefers to leave to others.)

(Emphasis mine.)

Is McLeary saying that most of the milbloggers haven't been to college or that they haven't joined the military? :-)

Apparently McLeary's Ivy-honed intellect didn't help him to deduce that milbloggers=military bloggers. Nor did that "superior intellect" lead him to discover that all military officers have an undergraduate degree, at minimum, and that half of enlisted men/women have obtained the same.

He denigrates the military bloggers then has the nerve to quote Andrew Sullivan approvingly in the next sentence. :::shakes head:::

I hope that he came to my blog, saw that "101st Fighting Keyboarders" link on the top right and got fooled. What a clown.

UPDATE: Welcome LGF readers (et al.)!

UPDATE: CJR's McLeary Responds

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More Than Bargained For

Someone from the UK surfed in here using the words "negro apologist." Those words lead the searcher to this post.

AFTERTHOUGHT: It would be interesting to know whether the searcher were looking for an "apologist" for "negros" or a "negro" who is an "apologist" for certain concepts/individuals. I suspect that he/was looking for the former, but unwittingly found the latter.

Welcome, "negro apologist" searcher.

Quaking in Their Boots

TodayTomorrow, President Bush will have his routine colonoscopy (routine for guys his age). While he's under sedation, Vice President Cheney will take over as the Commander-in-Chief and the Left is having a cow, man (and getting off some pretty funny jokes, I must admit). I suppose that the specter of a President Cheney is why all those grumblings about impeaching GWB will remain just that.

Good Neighbors

A few days ago it was reported that parts of an outdated barrier between the US and Mexico had actually been built a few feet too far inside Mexican territory.

COLUMBUS, N.M. – It will cost the U.S. some embarrassment and up to $3.5 million to fix a mistake that resulted in 1 ½ miles of barrier along the U.S.-Mexico border being put on Mexican soil.

James Johnson, who runs an onion farm near the U.S. border with Mexico, thinks his forefathers may have started the confusion more than a century ago by placing a barbed- wire fence south of the border.

The mistake may have its roots in a barbed-wire fence put up in the 1800s.

The barrier is part of more than 15 miles of border fence built in 2000, stretching from Columbus to an onion farm and cattle ranch, and designed to keep cars from illegally crossing into the United States.

A routine survey in March revealed that the barrier – made of vertical metal tubes that were sunk into the ground and filled with cement – protrudes into Mexico by 1 to 6 feet. [SNIP]

Crews erecting the barrier may have used that fence as a guideline.

To assuage the feelings of our neighbors to the south, Mac Johnson of Human Events has taken it upon himself to write a letter of apology to Mexican President Felipe Calderon.

How refreshing to find a member of the Mexican government that respects the border and has become such a stickler for the details surrounding it.

Since the United States of America is a good neighbor, and not a corrupt mischief-maker, I can assure you that the offending sections of the fence will be removed, just as soon as you give our workers permission to enter Mexico and remove the fence. After all, what sort of government would purposely send its laborers into another country to conduct demolition and construction without first obtaining the proper authorization?

The snarkage gets deeper.

Priceless

And now for some fun (mild language/content alert).

(Thanks to one of Ace of Spades' warped commenters)

Uniformly Pitiful

From Q and O, we find that Nancy Pelosi, Speaker of the House, has the following on her site as one of the frames in a flash presentation.

I don't recognize the uniform in the photo. Do you?

(Thanks to Hot Air)

UPDATE: It's gone now. Tee hee!

Identity Crisis

I don't think this one needs any introduction.

Crooks in an underground chat room for selling stolen credit card numbers and personal consumer information offered pilfered data purportedly about Herman Munster, the 1960s Frankenstein-like character from "The Munsters" TV sitcom.

The thieves apparently didn't realize Munster was a fictional TV character and dutifully offered to sell Munster's personal details - accurately listing his home address from the television series as 1313 Mocking Bird Lane - and what appeared to be his MasterCard number. Munster's birth date was listed as Aug. 15, 1964, suspiciously close to the TV series' original air date in September 1964.

CardCops Inc., the Malibu, Calif., Internet security company that quietly recorded details of the illicit but wayward transaction, surmised that a Munsters fan knowledgeable about the show deliberately provided the bogus data.

That's got to be fun job--catching identity thieves that is. I wonder how many bogus names they come across which are names of old TV characters.

Samantha and Darren Stevens?
Fred and Ethel Mertz?
George and Louise Jefferson? (Those are probably the names of an actual couple.)

(Thanks to The Corner)

Shoddily Shod

It seems that President Bush has managed to get on everyone's feces list--even that of the gentle Shoeblogger:

The Manolo is not the political person, but this is the last straw!

Go see what the Last Straw is.

(Thanks to Instapundit)

Rebel Yell

There's a movement in Vermont whose mission is to get that state to secede from the US.

About 300 people turned out for a 2005 secession convention in the Statehouse, and plans for a second one are in the works. A poll this year by the University of Vermont's Center for Rural Studies found that 13 percent of those surveyed support secession, up from 8 percent a year before.

"The argument for secession is that the U.S. has become an empire that is essentially ungovernable -- it's too big, it's too corrupt and it no longer serves the needs of its citizens," said Rob Williams, editor of Vermont Commons, a quarterly newspaper dedicated to secession.

"Congress and the executive branch are being run by the multinationals. We have electoral fraud, rampant corporate corruption, a culture of militarism and war. If you care about democracy and self-governance and any kind of representative system, the only constitutional way to preserve what's left of the Republic is to peaceably take apart the empire."

According to the article, such movements in the modern era are nothing new and far more symbolic than was the secession of the states which briefly became the Confederate States of America:

Key West, Fla., staged a mock secession from America in the 1980s. The Town of Killington, Vt., tried to break away and join New Hampshire in 2004, and Hawaii, Alaska, New Hampshire, South Carolina and Texas all have some form of secession organizations today.

Here my question: if Vermont becomes the People's Republic of Vermont and the newly illegal immigrants begin streaming over the New Hampshire, Massachusetts and New York borders, will they be eligible for amnesty Z-visas?

(Thanks to Lucianne)

You Are There

James Joyner fisks the Declaration of Indepedence and finds Mr. Jefferson to be a bit repetitive.

Enlist Now!

Captain Ed has started a new group, the '101st Fighting Keyboarders,' an epithet which is flung at (mostly) conservative bloggers who support the Global War on Terror--especially those who want the Iraq War seen through to success.

I love it. It takes the "chickenhawk" concept and puts it back into the faces of those who use that non-argument in an attempt to shame Iraq War supports into silence. I've even had attempted deployments of this dud-bomb directed at me. I'm proud to have been the first to sign up as a member of this particular group, even though I'm not, technically, a "chickenhawk"--unless the definition of the concept is borne upon the ever-moving goalposts which wielders of this meme seem to never tire of moving.

Join up today!

The Baldilocks Inquirer

Gerard Vanderleun finds an open letter from the CEO of Borders to Charles Johnson…

Charles, I've got a book store to run and having you sic a bunch of bloggers on me and tell them to ride my a** because we're not shelving a pip-squeak magazine from those tools at the "Council for Secular Humanism" (Jesus wept!) is just not getting it done.

…and the New York Times takes note!

The Left pays homage (obscenity alert; par for the course) to Protein Wisdom!

Bill Gates converts to the Religion of Peace™!

And there really is no such person as La Shawn Barber! (I'm wondering who that girl was with whom I had lunch a couple years back. Gasp!!! They're kidnapping black folks and wiping their memories to turn them into black conservatives--the Stepford Conservatives!!!)

Support the Danish!

Lots of people forget that the LEGOs of many a baby-boomer childhood are a Danish product. What we may also have forgotten is how versatile LEGOs are.

Cheney's got a gun

You can illustrate current events and support freedom of expression at the same time. Pretty handy, eh?

(Thanks to Diane)

Any Time Now...

...we Christians will start rioting.

One problem with that, however: a portrait of the Virgin Mary covered in dung--and looking suspiciously Sambo-like--does absolutely nothing to shake the faith of those who believe in her Son as the Savior of mankind. Yes, it's offensive, but burning down the New York Times building or issuing some form of Christian fatwa--an idea that is completely foreign to this Christian at least--on the artist (Chris Ofili) would violate the tenets of everything in which Christians believe and bring absolutely no credit upon Jesus Christ nor his followers. The editors of the New York Times know this. That's why they feel total comfort in publishing a photo of this painting, but balk at showcasing the Danish cartoons in question.

BTW, lest one think that no editor of a major newpaper is brave enough to re-publish the Danish cartoons, note the Philadelphia Inquirer. And, in front of the Inquirer building, there are protests, and talks of boycotts--and rightly so. Both sets of persons--the Inquirer's editors and those who are offended--have exercised and are exercising their American rights of peaceful free expression. However, no reports of arson by Islamic extremists on such newspapers or upon Danish Embassies/Consulates in the US have surfaced. I wonder why that is.

(Other American newspapers which have published the cartoons include the New York Post, the New York Sun, the Rocky Mountain [Denver] News and the Riverside [CA] Press-Enterprise. Additionally, the editorial staff of the alternative weekly New York Press walked off the job in the wake of the executive decision not to re-publish the cartoons.)

Meanwhile, Cheeseheads are seething over the desecration of their god, Vince Lombardi. I'm betting, however, that they'll wait for spring thaw to avenge their deity.

;-)

(Thanks to Michelle Malkin and LGF)

Not Imperial Enough

I guess I need to get in touch more with my inner Diva because Bruce over at GayPatriot
neglected to include me in this poll.

The probable disqualifier is that there are too many wire hangers in my closet.

(Thanks to Cathy Seipp who is indeed a formidable Blog Diva, most definitely the accolade.)

Just Kidding

The mayor of Graz, Austria blinks first.

VIENNA, Austria - The mayor of Arnold Schwarzenegger's Austrian hometown on Tuesday begged the California governor to reconsider his decision to cut ties to the city after locals assailed him for his death penalty stance.

Siegfried Nagl, mayor of the southern city of Graz, said he wrote Schwarzenegger pleading with him not to return a ring of honor bestowed on him by officials in his birthplace in 1999 and reassuring him that most residents still admire him. [SNIP]

[Arnold's] demands effectively pre-empted a drive launched by opponents in Austria who already were gathering signatures on a petition calling for the 15,300-seat arena in Graz, about 120 miles south of Vienna, to be renamed.

The petition drive began last week amid a furor triggered by the execution in California of Stanley Tookie Williams. Capital punishment is illegal in Europe, where many people consider it barbaric. They are now waiting to see how Schwarzenegger deals with the scheduled Jan. 17 execution of a 75-year-old inmate.

The backpedaling is swift, no? But you know and I know that money often speaks louder than principle. Arnold kept his principles. Graz officials, not so much.

No Going Home

No girly man, our governor:

SACRAMENTO – Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger on Monday told officials in his hometown in Austria to remove his name from a sports stadium and stop using his name to promote the city.

The governor's request came after politicians in Graz began a petition drive to rename the stadium, reacting to Schwarzenegger's decision last week to deny clemency to condemned inmate Stanley Tookie Williams. Opposition to the death penalty is strong in Austria. [SNIP]

"In all likelihood, during my term as governor, I will have to make similar and equally difficult decisions," Schwarzenegger said in the letter. "In order to spare the responsible politicians of the city of Graz further concern, I withdraw from them as of this day the right to use my name in association with the Liebenauer Stadium."

The stadium had been renamed for the former Hollywood star in 1997. He said he wanted the lettering removed by year's end. [SNIP]

In [the letter to the officials of Graz, Austria] Schwarzenegger also said he would no longer permit the use of his name "to advertise or promote the city of Graz in any way" and would return the city's "ring of honor."

The ring was given to him in a ceremony in Graz in 1999. At the time, Schwarzenegger said he considered it "a token of sincere friendship between my hometown and me.

"Since, however, the official Graz appears to no longer accept me as one of their own, this ring has lost its meaning and value to me. It is already in the mail," the governor wrote.

The letter notes that city officials will receive a follow-up letter from Schwarzenegger's attorney.

Done like a true American.

Would You Fall For This Line?

I wanted to ask the fox behind the counter at the coffee shop if she had ever dreamed about being plain, just for a day, to get some idea what it's like for normal girls.

Nah, me neither. Unless it was from a funny guy who, like me, is crazy enough to tangle with fellow commuters.

(From reader Malcolm K.)

Games People Don't Play

DNC Chairman Howard Dean weighs in on a meaty problem.

"...I think with a lifetime appointment to the Supreme Court, you can't play, you know, hide the salami, or whatever it's called. He's got to go out there and say something about this woman [Harriet Miers] who's going to a 20 or 30-year appointment, a 20 or 30-year appointment to influence America. We deserve to know something about her."

His favorite place to eat must be delicatessens and it colors his judgment on the issues!

What?

(Thanks to Wizbang)

Desperados

Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger! Thumb! Finger!

The leftists are in an uproar because some of them think that the president flipped off the press. Not that they don't deserve it, but, for the record, I saw this on TV; some guy asked GWB in Spanish whether CAFTA was dead or not. The president gave the guy the thumbs up in answer. (More about CAFTA this weekend.)

The comments in the above link are hilarious, however; as if that group hasn't seen a "you're number one" signal before.

(Thanks to Cynical Nation and Redstate)

Not So Smooth

Check out the title of this LA Times editorial!

Real hunks don't date smooth-headed ladies

I bet this guy--Joel Stein--never thought that he’d have to deal with the bald-headed chick contingent!

Actually the piece is a slam on reality shows. Mr. Stein does, however, talk about bald women in a manner that implies that they are pity-dates.

The "Real World" casting director also set me up on a blind date. With a woman who turned out to be bald. Whom I dated for a few months. I wasn't in a position to be turning down women provided by MTV, regardless of their follicle situation. [SNIP]

How come MTV flew in all the other contestants from across the country and put them up at a hotel and couldn't even get me a woman with hair?

As if having no hair makes a girl desparate!

I’ll have him know that I’ve kicked a “hunk” or two to the curb in my skinnier days. (Being a fat chick is another story.)

Let Mr. Stein’s little faux pas be a lesson to you. The dreaded bald-chick mafia is always watching!

Yes, Black Conservatives Do Look Alike

Tuvok Cobb tries to mind-meld with me, while I show off the black-woman overbite.

(Thanks to Breaker, who also took my site photo.)

Long-Running Feud

Too bad I didn’t know that yesterday was Bastille Day, else I would have looked up the French holiday on Wikipedia and found this very English quote:

Who can trust a people who celebrate, as their national event, a jailbreak?

--Margaret Thatcher

Happy belated Bastille Day, Französisch Franzosen.

Ideal Supreme Court

A Solomanic one:

The supreme court should have 4 hard core bible thumpin queer hatin conservatives, 4 baby killin boyscout bannin liberals, and one highly unstable libertarian that suffers from paranoid schizophrenia, with a raging pot addiction.

Isn't that what we have now?

(Thanks to Acidman)

To Get Things Moving

My friend, the new Christian referred to in this post, found this in a Korean food store, of all places.

(Click to enlarge.)

Those ingredients should be able to exorcise all manner of things.

The World According to Jeff

Beautiful Atrocities makes (up) history.

Yummy!

For the woman who has everything but that special man. And I do mean special.

(Blame Russell Wardlow and Jeff at Beautiful Atrocities)

South Park Character

Never watched the show, but making this was fun.

The Queen of All I Survey...at least in my living room.

(Thanks to Dean)

Body Found

UPDATE (June 25, 2009): Folks,this post is four years old, but it's unsettling to think that this future was appointed. RIP, Michael.

ORIGINAL POST (March 16, 2005): Finally, the pieces of a twenty-year-old puzzle fall into place.

During a search for evidence at the Neverland Valley Ranch, investigators discovered a corpse that has been identified as that of Michael Jackson, Santa Barbara police officials announced Tuesday.
Neverland Ranch Investigators Discover Corpse Of Real Michael Jackson

"Coroners have officially pronounced Michael Jackson dead. From what we can tell, he died between 18 and 20 years ago," forensic investigator Tim Holbrooke said. "We are not certain, at this time, who—or what—has been standing trial in that Santa Maria courthouse."

'What' is the proper word.

Well, it would make more sense than real life does.

(Frighteningly manniquin-like photo lifted from Solomon)

When Grandmas Attack

No one is safe.

(Thanks to LGF)

UPDATE: The folks at Snopes can neither confirm nor deny the veracity of this incident. Sounds true, though. Old ladies are dangerous. :-)

UPDATE: Jeremy goes all Nietzsche on us. :::shrug::: To paraphrase another German-speaker: sometimes a beat-down is just a beat-down. ;-)

SECDEF's Got A Secret

Cox & Forkum could do a much better rendition of Donald Rumsfeld. Still funny, though.

(Thanks to Ann Althouse)

Scooby Doobie

I would have paid good money to see this version of the Scooby-Doo movie.

"Like hi Mister Duke, ready to solve some Mexican mysteries?" said the hippie kid in a grating singsong. I was simultaneously repulsed and fascinated by the shape of his head. "F*ck that," I said. "We're going to Compton to pick up some supplies."

We backed up the van to the garage of my exploration outfitter, Dr. Tyrone, and loaded the necessary cargo for our insane basketball safari in Baja: twelve mason jars of absinthe-laced Goofy Grape, two pounds of hashish, 450 hits of Wacky Package blotter acid, a tinfoiled brick of pure Mendocino nightshade distillate, a Jif Peanut Butter jar of ether, two gross of amyl poppers, a sandwich baggie of MDMA, seven quarts of Mescal, 112 peyote buttons, two cases of Schlitz, and a new experimental medication Dr. Tyrone called "Tyrone Nitrate." The suspension of the vomitous beast groaned under the load and we pointed it toward Tijuana.

More...

The Oh-My-God Squad

Bring 'em on!

What? No chocolate GI Jane dolls at We B Toys? ;-)

(Thanks to Grim's Hall)

situation under control (Acidman)

Sleeping behind the dumpster last night wasn't that bad.  I've slept in worse places, I think.  I broke back into Baldi's house today and found my wallet, too.  That's good, because I have my bus ticket back home again. 

I decided to leave her a gift.   She now has a new dog that she doesn't know about yet.  It's not housebroken, and it seems to like chewing on her sofa, but she can fix all of those minor problems when she gets back home.  I'm certain that she'll like the dog.

It's "cute."

I also took out a Domestic Violence Order against her mama.  I'm tired of being shot at by that woman.  I used Juliette's name when I did it ("Yeah, I want to accuse MY MAMA of trying to kill me!!!  And I don't care WHAT I sound like.  I'm a WOMAN!!!  I talk funny?  You don't like my ACCENT?  You asking for a lawsuit, you sexist swine?  I'll sic Mama on YOU and see how fat and happy you are after THAT, when you have gunfire blazing around you!!!")  That bureaucrat processed the paperwork.

Heh.

I can't wait to catch that bus back home.  I'd better get out of here before Baldi comes back and sees the gift I gave her.  But I'm sure that she'll learn to love the dog, once she clean up all the crap, replaces her carpet and buys a new sofa.

And she'll never miss the pair of panties I stole, either.

point of view (Acidman)

You know what?  It's not bad back here behind this dumpster.  That little old lady with the pistol went running off in a different direction and I think I'm safe for the minute.  I can smell ripe garbage and Juliette's underwear.  California is a wonderful place to be.

I think I just might settle down and sleep here.  I met a nice dog who wants to sleep here, too, and he doesn't stink any worse than I do.  Except when he farts.  BEJUS!  What has that dog been eating?

I think I dropped my wallet in Baldi's house when I was crawling out of that bedroom window.  I gotta go back tomorrow and retrieve that.  It's got my Greyhound Bus Ticket home in there.  I NEED that. 

Aw, CRAP!  The dog just pissed on me!

G**dam California.  That'll teach me to leave Jawja and guest-blog here.  For right now, I'm gonna hunker down, dog-piss and all.  There's a little woman out there trying to shoot me, I've lost my bus ticket and I don't even have a pair of souvenir panties to show for all I've been through.

I hate this place.  I don't like the damned dog anymore, either.

      

Tales From The Workplace (Ith)

I'm a pathetic guest blogger. In my own defense, pretty much all I've been posting about on my blog lately is House M.D. & Pirates of the Caribbean. So my brain cells are scarce all over these days! Anyway, I thought I'd pass on a story from work this morning in an attempt to do better over here.

I don't know how many of you have read any of the Anita Blake books by Laurell K. Hamilton, but basically they're set in an alternate Earth where all the things that are mythical in our world (vampires, werewolves) are real there, and  Anita is the sanctioned vampire executioner for the state of Missouri. Way back when the series started, I began loaning the books to my boss. This was fine and dandy and all was well. But those early books had no sex -- things are different now! Now, they're NC 17 and then some, so when I loan them to "B", I joke about giving them to him in a brown paper bag and taking no responsibility for the content. His wife teases him about reading "romance" novels. This morning, he returned the latest one, "Incubus Dreams", and we made an attempt to have a workplace safe discussion about it.

Me: "How did you like the book?"

Him: "The actual story was good. If only she'd leave out all the naughty bits, the story could have actually been finished in this book!"

Me: "Uh huh."

By the next one, I'm sure there will be nothing but a silent return of the book, with any work safe conversation utterly impossible! 

Well, that's my morning. Exciting, no?

i feel guilty (Acidman)

Baldilocks gave me the keys to her house and what did I do?   I went straight to her refrigerator and drank all of her beer.  I also ate that thing in the Taco Bell wrapper.  I'm not sure what that was, but I believe that it disagreed with me.  I didn't find a dog around here, but I'm going to blame that carpet-stain on the dog.  That's my story and I'm sticking with it.

Your underwear smells nice, Julliette.  Not that I actually SNIFFED IT or anything... I'm just supposing here.  Hell, a rolling California blackout happened while I was snooping around your house and I was caught blind in the dark.  I thought that was a FLASHLIGHT I found next to your bed, but when I turned it on, I didn't get any light.  It BUZZED at me, and I dropped it in panic. 

You may need new batteries for that thing when you get home.  I think it rolled under the bed, still buzzing.

What does you mama look like?  I'm pretty sure that someone shot at me more than once as I was crawling out of your bedroom window last night.  That little, sweet-looking woman screamed, "DIE, ACIDMAN!" and really tried to blow my head off.  She didn't miss by much, either.  It's just a good thing that I'm fast and I have a skinny ass.  Otherwise, she woulda nailed me.

You should have warned me ahead of time about these dangers of guest-blogging here. 

Racism!!!!

Steve H. comes all the way from Miami to LA and visits the Jewish guy and the Blonde, but leaves the bald black chick out of it.

Call the NAACP!

Call the Southern Poverty Law Center!

Call Jesse Jackson!

Just for that grievous snub, I’m bringing the entire ‘hood with me when I visit the lovely Coral Gables. And you *will* cook.

At least my southern under-the-skin brethren—who know how to party--are giving this “blogmeet” the flogging it deserves.

;-)

(Blame Paul, who egged me on)

I Could Do This Job

Heard on KRLA radio in Los Angeles—during a Hugh Hewitt intermission--mere seconds ago: “This latest storm system should pass quickly; headed west across the Rockies.”

A Certain Kind of Monologue

Er, mine doesn’t talk, but apparently others do.

(Thanks to the Pajama Pack)

Child Abuse

Thirty-eight years ago: this big, fat, scary-looking mofo with the white beard is gripping on my arm just a little too tightly. (My aunt says that I had to be coaxed into getting near him.)

So I can definitely feel the pain of these poor kids. :::snort:::

(Thanks to Citizen Smash)

UPDATE: SondraK is putting together all our Santa Perv Claus pics in one place. Go forth and send her yours.

(Thanks to Dean)

How Sweet

Oh this is better that the skillfully Photoshopped pics that the Fighting Fusileers posted of a certain member of the Northern Alliance.

(Thanks to Gerard Vanderleun)

The Spirit Keeps Moving

Jack at Random Fate reminds us that giving to the less fortunate is part of the America individual way of doing things.

No matter of how you feel about the Iraq War or the Afghanistan War, you cannot deny that helping the people in these countries is the right thing to do. Regardless of how you feel about the larger War on Terrorism, you cannot deny that giving the people of Iraq and Afghanistan a helping hand in putting together their lives and their economies will help prevent the kind of hatred that breeds further attacks to create more death and destruction, especially when that help comes directly from the people of the United States and not through some government program.

Jack also blows his cover and tells us what he’s really doing over there in France: spying on that dastardly Northern Alliance. Ah, the things that are done under the cover of darkness shall surely come to light!.

Click on the picture to donate to the Spirit of America in the name of the Fighting Fusileers for Freedom, if only for the fashion crimes of the Northern Alliance. (Peep *that,* Ambra!)

Using The Force

Spirit of America Day Eleven: CalTechGirl has morphed The Fighting Fusileers into the Star Wars good guys. I’ve never stayed awake on a Star Wars movie—now, now; don’t throw things—so I don’t know who’s who exactly, but, of course, those Northern Alliance represent the Dark Side, just like in real life! BTW, can someone tell me who my character is? :-)

Don’t forget the Donate to the Spirit of America Friends of Iraq Blog Challenge! (Click picture to donate.)

(Thanks to Cowboy Blob)

The Big A

An Allah sighting, along with a hilarious and interesting comment thread, can be found here. Isn't that just like a Deity? Throwing bones to the faithful every now and then. Come back, O Great One!

(Thanks to the Commissar)

Pig Meat

Geoffrey has seen some of the Northern Alliance bloggers in, shall we say, in a compromising situation. If you don’t want to be a party to such depravity, donate to Spirit of America in the name of the Fighting Fusileers! (Click picture to donate.)

(Photo courtesy of The Donovan)

Spirit Of America Day Four

If you donate via the Northern Alliance, you will contribute to James Lileks’ perverse perversities of pervertness.

(Created by Cowboy Blob)

Donate via the Fighting Fusileers (click on the photo) and save a kitten. For all you cat-haters, donate here anyway to make the Fighting Fusileers smile. John says that we've raised over $3,000!

Straight Poop

Sorry Brian, but it ain’t that serious. And speak for youself.

According to CBS Marketwatch, at a post-election wrap-up session, when a fellow panelist "mentioned that bloggers had had a big impact on the reporting on Election Day, [Brian] Williams [set to replace Tom Brokaw as the NBC Nightly News anchor] waved that point away by quipping that the self-styled journalists are 'on an equal footing with someone in a bathroom with a modem.'"

Day By Day Returns

A hearty "Welcome Back" is due to Chris Muir and, as usual, he has the scoop on the rest of us. It seems that a certain soon-to-be unemployed network anchor has come over to the dark side.

Snarkage

Here’s a hint, Bill Maher: never “date” anyone who calls herself “Coco.”

(Thanks to Tim Blair)

AFTERTHOUGHT: In the Smoking Gun missive, Mr. Maher is referred to as a "confirmed bachelor." Doesn't that phrase indicate that a given man bats for the other team? Unless there's something about "Coco"...

(Okay, I'm feeling mean today.)