Posted by lex, on November 9, 2005
The dry recitation of facts: Names, places, actions. The way things were, rather than the way some folks might like them to have been. The things that people said, rather than what they might later wish to have said.
You either like it or you hate it.
Some folks are really going to hate this: Writing in the on-line magazine Commentary, Norman Podhoretz has assembled a history of the facts leading up to OIF: Who knew what, or thought they did, when: About WMD, an al Qaeda-Iraq terror axis, “imminent” threats, Colin Powell’s speech to the UN, the “sixteen words” spoken by the President to Congress. Who it was that insisted that action was necessary, and then publicly recoiled when action was taken.
Who told the truth and who lied.
Who is lying still.
Posted by lex, on February 3, 2006
Apropos of recent discussions here and elsewhere on passionate beliefs, we have the continuing uproar between those who get excited about caricatures of religious figures, and those who get excited about the freedom of conscience. This is such an interesting discussion precisely because it goes to the very heart of the West’s struggle with Islamic extremism: It really is a war between Freedom and Submission (which is, after all, what “islam” means – submission to the will of God:
Posted by lex, on October 22, 2005
From the London Times:
THE United Nations withheld some of the most damaging allegations against Syria in its report on the murder of Rafik Hariri, the former Lebanese Prime Minister, it emerged yesterday.
The names of the brother of Bashar al-Assad, President of Syria, and other members of his inner circle, were dropped from the report that was sent to the Security Council.
The confidential changes were revealed by an extraordinary computer gaffe because an electronic version distributed by UN officials on Thursday night allowed recipients to track editing changes…
Remembering the Cole
Posted by lex, on October 12, 2005
Five years ago today al Qaeda-linked terrorists brought a small boat alongside the Arleigh Burke-class destroyer USS Cole, and blew a hole in her side. Seventeen Sailors died, and the rest struggled like heroes in horrible conditions to keep her afloat.
The dedication of her crew, as well as the US Navy’s hard-won experience in ship construction and damage control, ensured that the ship would survive this test, and return to the fight.
Posted by lex, on September 20, 2005
The Iraqis who have risen up against the occupation are not “insurgents” or “terrorists” or “The Enemy.” They are the REVOLUTION, the Minutemen, and their numbers will grow — and they will win.
Sounds noble, dunnit? Well, maybe. But these don’t sound like winning tactics to me (and look hard for some shred of nobility):
Posted by lex, on December 20, 2005
If you can maintain your sense of humor while the world is going to hell in a hand-basket all around you, then you’re probably a gibbering idiot.
Back To The Index
Posted by lex on October 22, 2005
CDR Salamander (back story at the link) tips us off to a Guardian mp3 containing the towering inferno that is a race-baited Joan Rivers. Or rather, the perilously fraught attempt to race-bait Joan Rivers.
Listen in. Have fun. Admire the old bird.
They don’t much make ‘em like that anymore.
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Posted by lex, on Fri – February 18, 2005 at 06:13 PM
Bottled water, just now. It’s still early, and anyway I had a beer (Guinness, if you must know – for strength * !) with lunch today.
How and why that came to be will be yours to discover once you have clicked “read more” below.
There is a long and circular tale about Monday that I want to share, only I am not quite sure just how to tell it. Hmm.
(Caution: If you can’t abide stories about men lashing the turf in search of little white balls to scrape around [golf, in other words], skip ahead a few lines, brother.)
Well anyway, the surface forces were having their annual golf classic at the air station where I work. Being the team player that I am, and believing it’s all for the best to share of oneself, I signed up a team from our organization. We were a pretty diverse bunch, if you can call four white naval officers between the age of 36 and 50 (I was not the oldest!) diverse. Which I know wouldn’t pass muster at the kinds of places where ethnicity is parsed with purséd lips and diversity is carefully sifted, weighed and assessed, but as I was saying, and to get back on the tale itself, we were diverse, for us: One aviator, one surface warfare officer (for form’s sake, and anyway he’s the best golfer on the staff), one submariner and an admin guy.
Posted by lex, on Fri – January 14, 2005 at 06:10 PM
It’s a cosmopolitan * today. In case you were curious.
- 2 tablespoons of Vodka
- 1½ tablespoons of Cointreau (Triple sec)
- 1½ tablespoons of Cranberry juice
- 2 teaspoons of freshly squeezed lime juice
- crushed ice
- twist of lime
Combine the Vodka, Cointreau, cranberry juice, lime juice and crushed ice in a cocktail shaker. Gently shake and strain into a cocktail glass. Garnish with a twist of lime.
Yeah, I know it’s a chick drink. But it tastes rilly-rilly good.
So sue me.
Oh, and another thing? Two tablespoons of vodka?
Sweeten to taste.
Posted by lex, on November 22, 2004 at 8:45 PM
Well, it has been a little while, hasn’t it? And a lot of sea miles in the wake in the meantime.
Let’s catch up: