Here’s to dodgy adventures with disreputable relatives!
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Here’s a strange fact: murder a man, and you feel responsible for his life ’’possessive’’, even. You know more about him than his father and mother; they knew his fetus, but you know his corpse. Only you can complete the story of his life, only you know why his body has to be pushed into the fire before its time, and why his toes curl up and fight for another hour on earth.
aravind adigaSo here’s a question from one who believed, only a week ago, that Baghdad might just collapse, that we might wake up one morning to find the Baathist militia and the Iraqi army gone and the Americans walking down Saadun Street with their rifles over their shoulders. If the Iraqis can still hold out against such overwhelming force in Umm Qasr for four days, if they can keep fighting in Basra and Nassariyeh the latter a city which briefly rose in successful revolt against Saddam in 1991 why should Saddam’s forces not keep fighting in Baghdad?
robert fiskJeff's, Larry's, and Ron's Heres Your Sign.
bill engvallHere’s the pay paradox that Why Men Earn More explains: Men earn more money, therefore men have more power; and men earn more money, therefore men have less power (earning more money as an obligation, not an option). The opposite is true for women: Women earn less money, therefore women have less power; and women earn less money, therefore women have more power (the option to raise children, or to not take a hazardous job).
warren farrellI was planning on writing a detailed review of several books on web security tonight, but the Obama collapse has superseded my best-laid plans. Here’s another open thread for this important topic, as America wrestles with the issue of whether it would be a good idea to elect a President with a 20-year history of associating with people who hate America.
charles foster johnsonHere’s to the dayThat wondrous May,A-roaming through the heather,When her little shoesAnd my big bootsWere out on the hills together.And here’s to the nightOf our delight,That held the stars in tether,When her little shoesAnd my big bootsWere under the bed together.
bliss carman