Apparently it’s Whack-A-Journalism-Professor Day here on the Internets. First Jarvis, now some guy who tangled with Mark Steyn about easily provable items. Lots of bad ethics to look at, too, which Steyn stomps. Exile in Portales has a summary. There’s even a law blog which is behaving in a most unpleasant manner…
November 30, 2008
I was but an occasional reader of both, but whenever I did dive into the oeuvre du Toit it was good water: polished writers with irascibility, urgency and strong opinions, deeply concerned with the state of the world and the state of that American more wolf than sheep. I’m lucky to count both as fellow Americans, and wish the du Toit family the best of luck in the future and great success.
I guess I’d better buy a book from them as soon as I know it’s out…
I can’t wait to see the Countercolumn reaction to this entertainingly nasty little shiv thrust by Ron Rosenbaum.
November 29, 2008
reports also indicate that along w/the 789 grams of marijuana, researches found some rice rolling papers and a three thousand year old half-eaten twinkie.
Is the twinkie still fresh?
Also from Fark, a human interest piece about British Trident boats and nuclear weapon type stuff.
This is a pretty good concept for a music video. I especially like the guy painting the little white line on the bottom there.
I’ve been grousing about how the Navy needs to reform some things, such as the ability to build ships quickly and cheaply and in numbers that allow credible presence.
It could be worse. And might be.
I may have lent out my copy of Liberal Fascism, but its author highlights a good point here about President Wilson to remind me about the themes.
Wilson’s a hero to some professors under whom I studied. I never learned this stuff from them; instead I got revisionist histories about others–revisionist in the sense that I’ve heard nothing but the revision in public, really.
Mark Steyn makes sense today.
There was a photograph that appeared in many of the British papers, taken by a Reuters man and captioned by the news agency as follows: “A suspected gunman walks outside the premises of the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus or Victoria Terminus railway station.” The photo of the “suspected gunman” showed a man holding a gun. We don’t know much about him — he might be Muslim or Episcopalian, he might be an impoverished uneducated victim of western colonialist economic oppression or a former vice-president of Lehman Bros embarking on an exciting midlife career change — but one thing we ought to be able to say for certain is that a man pointing a gun is not a “suspected gunman” but a gunman. “This kind of silly political correctness infects reporters and news services world-wide,” wrote John Hinderaker of Powerline. “They think they’re being scrupulous — the man hasn’t been convicted of being a gunman yet! — when in fact they’re just being foolish. But the irrational conviction that nothing can be known unless it has been determined by a court and jury isn’t just silly, it’s dangerous.”
Just so. This isn’t law enforcement but an ideological assault — and we’re fighting the symptoms not the cause. Islamic imperialists want an Islamic society, not just in Palestine and Kashmir but in the Netherlands and Britain, too. Their chances of getting it will be determined by the ideology’s advance among the general Muslim population, and the general Muslim population’s demographic advance among everybody else.
What the hell happened to ‘I’m more likely to get hit by a bus in Santa Monica?’ ” I shouted at Rory over the phone.
“I am more likely to get hit by a bus in Santa Monica,” he answered in perfect Hawkeye fashion. “Unfortunately, I’m more likely to get hit by a rocket in Afghanistan.”
These are pretty interesting seed packets someone found in an abandoned building and have made a living selling in frames.
November 22, 2008
This is indeed one of the more mellow cats I have seen recently. Of course it’s because it’s found its robot killing machine for use later in the evening.
The phrase “God, country, Yale” keeps getting shorter and shorter. A light colonel tries to stand against the tide á la King Canute.
Back during Desert Storm the school I was at tried to ban ROTC based on don’t ask-don’t tell. Now they have a branch in Qatar.
November 18, 2008
November 17, 2008
You remember that sleazy lawyer who keyed the Marine’s car?
Well, the Marine is back from deployment, and successful, safe and sound. The lawyer? Not so much; he made the ABA Journal blog due to the June ethics complaint (h/t Legal Profession Blog) that included this unsightly episode.
Blackfive got this story out and pounded it until the fire caught. It was necessary at the time, not just because of the one comrade needing a fair shake, but also to raise awareness of some of the nasty things our deployers have had to deal with. Thanks, shipmate, for covering our collective six.