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Archive for December, 2006

Save the narwhals!

Posted by mesablue on December 31, 2006

The perfect gift for your favorite PETA member for their next Soltice/Mayday celebration or pagan ritual.

The Avenging Narwhal playset.

The narwhal is an arctic-dwelling whale that has been called “the unicorn of the sea” due to its long pointy tusk. There is debate about the true purpose of this tusk, but finally the truth is revealed! The narwhal uses its tusk to impale the cute animals of the world, specifically baby seals, baby penguins and koalas. This 5-1/2″ long, hard vinyl narwhal comes with four magic tusks (crystal, onyx, ruby and ice) to impale the three 1-1/2″ long, soft vinyl cuties. Don’t let cute overrun the world, fight back with your own Avenging Narwhal!

Also available, Avenging Unicorn and Devil Duckies.

First spotted at Garfield Ridge

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How to tell when a relationship is over

Posted by mesablue on December 30, 2006

If you are still in a relationship, Mr. Pregnant tells us how to make love.

I found the relationship video at Dr. Mike’s Blog. I don’t think anyone should take credit for that last bit.

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Mike Tyson — “at least I didn’t beat my wife”

Posted by mesablue on December 30, 2006

Mike Tyson arrested in Arizona

Tyson tries to look pretty for the camera

PHOENIX – Mike Tyson was arrested early Friday on suspicion of driving under the influence and possession of cocaine after police stopped him shortly after he left a Scottsdale nightclub, police said.

The former heavyweight champion appeared in Maricopa County Superior Court in Phoenix later Friday and was ordered released without bond on a felony drug possession charge. No alcohol was detected in his system, and a DUI-drugs charge was not filed pending toxicology tests.

Tyson was stopped after his car almost struck a sheriff’s vehicle while leaving the club around 1:45 a.m., said Sgt. Larry Hall.

“Mike admitted to possessing bags of cocaine and said he uses it anytime he can get his hands on it.”

If Mike has to do time, it will be in Sheriff Joe Arpaio’s jail. Joe is known as the “toughest sheriff in America” and makes his inmates wear pink jumpsuits and underwear.

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Will it Blend? — crowbar edition

Posted by mesablue on December 30, 2006

We’ve seen an iPod blended into dust and an entire Christmas dinner blended into a delicious smoothie.

This week the folks from Blendtec bow to the requests of their fans and go after a crowbar.

And, if you are feeling a little hungry, how about some soup and a Tilapia?

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Who invited the buffalo?

Posted by mesablue on December 29, 2006

Buffalo Gores Wedding Guests in Rampage:

PHNOM PENH, Cambodia — Six persons were injured when a rampaging bull buffalo gored guests at a wedding ceremony and passers-by, police said Friday. The buffalo charged from a nearby field into some 100 guests who were attending a wedding Thursday of the daughter of a Cambodian tycoon on the outskirts of the capital Phnom Penh, said Chey So Sila, a district police chief, declining to reveal the name of the tycoon.

After goring four guests he ran off to attack two passers-by, the officer said. All were hospitalized, some with serious injuries. He said the buffalo’s owner fled his home after learning about the incident for fear of being held responsible.

Bet he wasn’t invited to the reception.

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Saddam to hang within the hour

Posted by mesablue on December 29, 2006

FoxNews is showing live video of Iraqi-Americans dancing in the streets of Dearborn.

Hot Air is updating as information becomes available.

Hell welcomes a new resident tonight.

Update 10:08 p.m.: The tyrant is dead.

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A Charlie Brown Mothaf@%$in Ramadan

Posted by mesablue on December 29, 2006

As we prepare to celebrate the New Year, Charlie Brown brings us this special holiday message.

This is very NSFW. Very. It is not for kiddies and will offend anyone who doesn’t like to hear the F-word, over and over again by the Peanuts gang.

That said, it’s funny as hell.

Borrowed from the Balance Sheet

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Crab cakes done right

Posted by mesablue on December 29, 2006

In the mood for crab cakes and Jimmy Schmidt from the Rattlesnake Club just posted this recipe with a little twist.

I’m cooking — who’s coming over?

In this recipe, make sure to use never frozen, jumbo lump crab. Anything else is just not worth it — might as well go to a restaurant and order one of those big lumps of bread crumbs they try to pass off as crab cakes. There is little or no breading in a real crab cake, just a little something sprinkled on the outside for texture.

Lump Crab Cake With Bloody Mary Salsa

Cooking note: (C=0g), (P=0g) and (F=0g) indicate the carbohydrates, protein and fiber in grams for the ingredient listed. This recipe has about 10 grams carbohydrates, 23 grams protein and 2 grams fiber per serving.

Crab cake:

1/4 cup mayonnaise (C=4g)

1/2 cup finely diced sweet onions (C=7g)

1/4 cup finely diced celery stalk (C=1.1g)

Sea salt (C=0g)

Cayenne pepper to your taste (C=.4g)

1 pound cleaned jumbo lump crab meat (C=0g) (P=92g)

1/2 cup whole wheat crackers, ground (Net C=10g) (P=4g)


1 cup diced ripe tomatoes (C=8.4g) (P=1.5g) (F=2g)

1 teaspoon garlic salt (C=0g)

1 shot Citron vodka, optional (C=0g)

1 lime, juiced (C=2.8g)

1 tablespoon Lea & Perrins Worcestershire Sauce (C=3g)

1 generous dash chipotle Tabasco (C=1g) or to your taste

1 heaping tablespoon prepared horseradish sauce (C=0g)

4 sprigs celery greens for garnish (C=.2g)

Preheat oven to 375 degrees. To make crab cakes: In a medium bowl, combine the mayonnaise, onion and celery. Season generously with salt and cayenne. Fold in the crab meat. Mold into 4 cakes. Sprinkle half of the cracker crumbs into 4 small circles on a parchment-lined sheet pan. Place a crab cake on each circle of crumbs. Sprinkle the tops of the crab cakes lightly with the remaining crumbs. Deep-chill in the freezer, without freezing, until ready to cook, about 15 to 30 minutes.

To make salsa: In another medium bowl, combine the tomatoes, garlic salt, optional vodka and lime juice. Season generously with Worcestershire sauce, Tabasco, horseradish and sea salt as necessary. Reserve.

To cook: Place the crab cakes on the middle rack of your oven, cooking until golden brown about 15 to 20 minutes. Remove from the oven.

To serve: Transfer crab cakes to center of warm serving plate. Spoon the salsa over the cakes. Garnish with the spring of celery and serve.

Makes 4 servings.

From Jimmy’s article in the Detroit News:

Selecting your crab meat: Fresh crab meat is the best, but is highly perishable, lasting only a few days. Canned or pasteurized crab meat can be quite good and a more stable source, as long as it has not been frozen. For me, frozen crab meat loses texture and flavor and should be overlooked.

There are a few grading sizes to choose from:

Jumbo lump: These are the big crab lumps that come from the upper legs connecting to the body. These are the best for cocktails and salads, and my favorite indulgence for the perfect crab cake. Be selective of your brand, as an old trick is to pack the jumbo lump pieces on top, hiding the standard lump pieces underneath.

Lump, flake or claw meat: This is the meat from the rest of the crab and is sold under many marketing names, such as Lump, Special, Premium, Select and such. These pieces taste fine but are smaller and finer. Lump is just fine for a crab cake, but be careful to mix it as little as possible to keep the meat from further breaking apart and becoming mushy.

Colossal lump: Newer to the market, this meat comes from giant crabs fished in the South Pacific. These giant crabs yield giant lumps, clearly the size of a silver dollar, about double the size of Jumbo Lump. Very expensive, this meat is best enjoyed when it can be clearly enjoyed in its colossal shape.

Tricks of the trade: The best technique is to blend your spices and seasonings into the mayonnaise, then add the crab with as little mixing as possible. Second best is to deeply chill the crab cake in the freezer for about 15 to 30 minutes to set the shape; this allows you to avoid adding bread crumbs into the crab to glue it together, thus adding bland filler and unnecessary carbohydrates.

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The bhagyam tolls for thee

Posted by mesablue on December 28, 2006

Saddam to be hanged by Sunday.

Over at Ace’s a few folks mentioned that “karma is a bitch.”

Our buddy Tushar D pointed out that:

” Karma does not mean destiny or fate. Karma means work. According to the old Hindu wisdom, your life’s work is your destiny. People in India do use the word Karma sometimes to mean destiny/fate, but everyone who has studied Sanskrit understands that the primary meaning is Work/Mission of life. Someone slipped up while translating, and in US, the word is exclusively used to mean destiny.

The closest Sanskrit word for destiny is Bhagyam.

I learned something new today. Thanks Tushar.

I wonder if Saddam will be contemplating his bhagyam right before hundreds of thousands of Iraqi’s get what we like to call cold justice.

Bhagyam, it’s a bitch.

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Flying cars!

Posted by mesablue on December 28, 2006

It’s about damned time…

Qashqai car games.

Make sure to watch the videos, they are pretty impressive.

H/t Ace “I hate it when someone chumps me” of Spades

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Fake but accurate

Posted by mesablue on December 28, 2006

To borrow a term from the left.

Bullwinkle has exclusive video of a drunken Ted Kennedy Leaving the 2004 Democratic Convention.

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Too bad he’s already dead

Posted by mesablue on December 28, 2006

The State department has declassified a document that clearly implicates Yasser Arafat in the 1973 killings of American ambassador to Sudan, Cleo Noel, his deputy George Moore and a Belgian diplomat.

This is the sort of thing that will get you a Tomahawk missile in the ear, but we sat on this information for 33 years so as not to cause discomfort for our Arab “friends”. That’s worked out really well for us.

The document in it’s entirety is available from the State Department’s website here.

PA/HO Department of State
E.O. 12958, as amended
May 4, 2006



In the early evening hours of 1 March 1973, eight Black September Organization (BSO) terrorists seized the Saudi Arabian Embassy in Khartoum as a diplomatic reception honoring the departing United States Deputy Chief of Mission (DCM) was ending. After slightly wounding the United States Ambassador and the Belgian Charge d’Affaires, the terrorists took these officials plus the United States DCM, the Saudi Arabian Ambassador, and the Jordanian Charge d’Affaires hostage. In return for the freedom of the hostages, the captors demanded the release of individuals, mostly Palestinian guerillas, imprisoned in Jordan, Israel, and the United States.

The Khartoum operation was planned and carried out with the full knowledge and personal approval of Yasir Arafat, Chairman of the Palestinian Liberation Organization (PLO), and the head of Fatah. Fatah representatives based in Khartoum participated in the attack, using a Fatah vehicle to transport the terrorists to the Saudi Arabian Embassy.

Initially, the main objective of the attack appeared to be to secure the release of Fatah/BSO leader Muhammed Awadh (Abu Da’ud) from Jordanian captivity. Information acquired subsequently reveals that the Fatah/BSO leaders did not expect Awadh t be freed, and indicates that one of the primary goals of the operation was to strike at the United States because of its efforts to achieve a Middle East peace settlement which many Arabs believe would be inimical to Palestinian interests.

Negotiations with the BSO terrorist team were conducted primarily by the Sudanese Ministers of Interior and of Health. No effort was spared, within the capabilities of the Sudanese Government, to the secure freedom of the hostages. The terrorists extended their deadlines three times, but when they became convinced that their demands would not be met and after they reportedly had received orders from Fatah headquarters in Beirut, they killed the two United States officials and the Belgian Charge. Thirty-four hours later, upon receipt of orders from Yasir Arafat in Beirut to surrender, the terrorists released their other hostages unharmed and surrendered to Sudanese officials.

The Khartoum operation again demonstrated the ability of BSO to strike where least expected. The open participation of Fatah representatives in Khartoum in the attack provides further evidence of the Fatah/BSO relationship. The emergence of the United States as a primary fedayeen target indicates a serious threat of further incidents similar to what occurred in Khartoum.

From LGF

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I feel so lonely…

Posted by mesablue on December 27, 2006

This is beautiful.

John Kerry went to Iraq and no troops would sit with him while he ate or pay him any attention the rest of the time he was there. I guess they are not as stupid as he thinks.

Kerry eats alone

“This is a true story…..Check out this photo from our mess hall at the US Embassy yesterday morning. Sen. Kerry found himself all alone while he was over here. He
cancelled his press conference because no one came, he worked out alone
in the gym w/o any soldiers even going up to say hi or ask for an
autograph (I was one of those who was in the gym at the same time), and
he found himself eating breakfast with only a couple of folks who are
obviously not troops.

What is amazing is Bill O’Reilly came to visit with us and the troops at
the CSH the same day and the line for autographs extended through the
palace and people waited for two hours to shake his hand. You decide who
is more respected and loved by us servicemen and women!”

At Hot Talk

More from Ben of Mesopotamia:

Finally, the next morning, Senator Kerry ate chow at the Dining Facility. Normally when a Senator/Representative visits, he is joined by a contingent of soldiers/Marines/airmen from his home state. Despite the fact that the MP unit responsible for Green Zone security is an Army Reserve unit from Massachusetts, not a single soldier went to sit with him.

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I hate Comcast!

Posted by mesablue on December 26, 2006

Can’t say that strongly enough, I’m developing a true hatred for that terrible excuse for a company.

One month later and still not any closer to a resolution.

A month ago a Comcast tech came out and identified a problem with my digital cable service. Since then five techs have been scheduled to come out and have either not shown up or have been the wrong kind of tech. Comcast customer service has repeatedly promised to correct the problem and then a week will go by with nothing having been done. When I call in, it’s another week until they can have someone else come out to not fix the problem.

So glad I spent two grand on the HDTV that just sits there all day until I go out and rent a DVD.

Oh yeah, I haven’t paid my bill yet for this month, they told me they had to wait to issue a credit until after they resolve the problem — they cut off my service for nonpayment so I couldn’t even watch the small TV in the bedroom on analog cable. Morons.

I give up. If after a month of screwing things up, they can’t send some one out any faster than a week from now? After all of the bowl games? They don’t want my business.

Now I have to figure out which satellite system I can get installed before Jan. 1.

I made an appointment at our city attorneys office tomorrow to file a complaint. If there was any other option, I would go with it.

Comcast Sucks!

Update: I had to get a group of neighbors and go to our City Attorney before Comcast would fix the problem.

They promised a discount to make it up to us — of course they screwed that up.

Called back in about it and they say “I don’t see anything about it in the call notes” — their standard response for everything.

Just a horribly run company. I give them one more chance to follow through on their promises or I’m sticking a dish on the house.

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James Brown: 1933 – 2006

Posted by mesablue on December 26, 2006

So good.

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An Honest Confession by an American Coward

Posted by mesablue on December 26, 2006

What follows is an important read for everyone at this time in the history of our country. While our soldiers risk their lives in Iraq, Afghanistan and other parts of the world to fight terrorism where it lives, there are those who would call the US evil and colonialist and our soldiers pawns. They protest the war by holding up signs that read “War Criminals” at Walter Reed Hospital where our injured troops are recovering. They say they support our troops and call for an immediate withdrawal from Iraq in the same sentence. They exercise their freedom of speech by glorifying dictators like Chavez and Castro while comparing our president to Hitler.

The same sort of thing happened in the sixties and seventies because of our involvement in Vietnam. We eventually left that country and let it descend into chaos and murder.

Pat Conroy was a young man during the Vietnam war. He was a protestor. He dodged the draft. He thought our government was evil and that our country had no right to send troops overseas.

He has had nearly forty years to reflect on the reasons for his actions and has come to a conclusion — he was a coward.

This should be a must read for anyone under thirty who questions why we are in Iraq. Anyone older than that or who also protested Vietnam and still hates their country should have their meds re-evaluated and upped.

An Honest Confession by an American Coward
by Pat Conroy

This is from his book, My Losing Season as it was posted at Family Security Matters

Please read the entire essay.

The true things always ambush me on the road and take me by surprise when I am drifting down the light of placid days, careless about flanks and rearguard actions. I was not looking for a true thing to come upon me in the state of New Jersey. Nothing has ever happened to me in New Jersey. But came it did, and it came to stay.

In the past four years I have been interviewing my teammates on the 1966-67 basketball team at the Citadel for a book I’m writing. For the most part, this has been like buying back a part of my past that I had mislaid or shut out of my life. At first I thought I was writing about being young and frisky and able to run up and down a court all day long, but lately I realized I came to this book because I needed to come to grips with being middle-aged and having ripened into a
gray-haired man you could not trust to handle the ball on a fast break.

When I visited my old teammate Al Kroboth’s house in New Jersey, I spent the first hours quizzing him about his memories of games and practices and the screams of coaches that had echoed in field houses more than 30 years before. Al had been a splendid forward-center for the Citadel; at 6 feet 5 inches and carrying 220 pounds, he played with indefatigable energy and enthusiasm. For most of his senior year, he led the nation in field-goal percentage, with UCLA center Lew Alcindor hot on his trail. Al was a battler and a brawler and a scrapper from the day he first stepped in as a Green Weenie as a sophomore to the day he graduated. After we talked basketball, we came to a subject I dreaded to bring up with Al, but which lay between us and would not lie still.

“Al, you know I was a draft dodger and antiwar demonstrator.”

“That’s what I heard, Conroy,” Al said. “I have nothing against what you did, but I did what I thought was right.”

“Tell me about Vietnam, big Al. Tell me what happened to you,” I said.

On his seventh mission as a navigator in an A-6 for Major Leonard Robertson, Al was getting ready to deliver their payload when the fighter-bomber was hit by enemy fire. Though Al has no memory of it, he punched out somewhere in the middle of the ill-fated dive and lost consciousness. He doesn’t know if he was unconscious for six hours or six days, nor does he know what happened to Major Robertson (whose name
is engraved on the Wall in Washington and on the MIA bracelet Al wears).

When Al awoke, he couldn’t move. A Viet Cong soldier held an AK-47 to his head. His back and his neck were broken, and he had shattered his left scapula in the fall. When he was well enough to get to his feet (he still can’t recall how much time had passed), two armed Viet Cong led Al from the jungles of South Vietnam to a prison in Hanoi. The journey took three months. Al Kroboth walked barefooted through the most impassable terrain in Vietnam, and he did it sometimes in the dead of night. He bathed when it rained, and he slept in bomb craters with his two Viet Cong captors. As they moved farther north, infections
began to erupt on his body, and his legs were covered with leeches picked up while crossing the rice paddies.

At the very time of Al’s walk, I had a small role in organizing the only antiwar demonstration ever held in Beaufort, South Carolina, the home of Parris Island and the Marine Corps Air Station. In a Marine Corps town at that time, it was difficult to come up with a quorum of people who had even minor disagreements about the Vietnam War. But my small group managed to attract a crowd of about 150 to Beaufort’s waterfront. With my mother and my wife on either side of me, we listened to the featured speaker, Dr. Howard Levy, suggest to the very few young enlisted Marines present that if they get sent to Vietnam, here’s how they can help end this war: Roll a grenade under your officer’s bunk when he’s asleep in his tent. It’s called fragging and is becoming more and more popular with the ground troops who know this war is bullshit. I was enraged by the suggestion. At that very moment my father, a Marine officer, was asleep in Vietnam. But in 1972, at the age of 27, I thought I was serving America’s interests by pointing out what massive flaws and miscalculations and corruptions had led her to conduct a ground war in Southeast Asia.

In the meantime, Al and his captors had finally arrived in the North, and the Viet Cong traded him to North Vietnamese soldiers for the final leg of the trip to Hanoi. Many times when they stopped to rest for the night, the local villagers tried to kill him. His captors wired his hands behind his back at night, so he trained himself to sleep in the center of huts when the villagers began sticking knives and bayonets into the thin walls.

Following the U.S. air raids, old women would come into the huts to excrete on him and yank out hunks of his hair. After the nightmare journey of his walk north, Al was relieved when his guards finally delivered him to the POW camp in Hanoi and the cell door locked behind him.

It was at the camp that Al began to die. He threw up every meal he ate and before long was misidentified as the oldest American soldier in the prison because his appearance was so gaunt and skeletal. But the extraordinary camaraderie among fellow prisoners that sprang up in all the POW camps caught fire in Al, and did so in time to save his life.

When I was demonstrating in America against Nixon and the Christmas bombings in Hanoi, Al and his fellow prisoners were holding hands under the full fury of those bombings, singing “God Bless America.” It was those bombs that convinced Hanoi they would do well to release the American POWs, including my college teammate. When he told me about the C-141 landing in Hanoi to pick up the prisoners, Al said he felt no emotion, none at all, until he saw the giant American flag painted on the plane’s tail. I stopped writing as Al wept over the memory of that flag on that plane, on that morning, during that time in the life of America.

It was that same long night, after listening to Al’s story, that I began to make judgments about how I had conducted myself during the Vietnam War.

In the darkness of the sleeping Kroboth household, lying in the third-floor guest bedroom, I began to assess my role as a citizen in the ’60s, when my country called my name and I shot her the bird. Unlike the stupid boys who wrapped themselves in Viet Cong flags and burned the American one, I knew how to demonstrate against the war without flirting with treason or astonishingly bad taste. I had come directly from the warrior culture of this country and I knew how to act.

But in the 25 years that have passed since South Vietnam fell, I have immersed myself in the study of totalitarianism during the unspeakable century we just left behind. I have questioned survivors of Auschwitz and Bergen-Belsen, talked to Italians who told me tales of the Nazi occupation, French partisans who had counted German tanks in the forests of Normandy, and officers who survived the Bataan Death March. I quiz journalists returning from wars in Bosnia, the Sudan, the Congo, Angola, Indonesia, Guatemala, San Salvador, Chile, Northern Ireland, Algeria.

As I lay sleepless, I realized I’d done all this research to better understand my country. I now revere words like democracy, freedom, the right to vote, and the grandeur of the extraordinary vision of the founding fathers. Do I see America’s flaws? Of course. But I now can honor her basic, incorruptible virtues, the ones that let me walk the streets screaming my ass off that my country had no idea what it was doing in South Vietnam. My country let me scream to my heart’s content – the same country that produced both Al Kroboth and me.

Now, at this moment in New Jersey, I come to a conclusion about my actions as a young man when Vietnam was a dirty word to me. I wish I’d led a platoon of Marines in Vietnam. I would like to think I would have trained my troops well and that the Viet Cong would have had their hands full if they entered a firefight with us. From the day of my birth, I was programmed to enter the Marine Corps. I was the son of a Marine fighter pilot, and I had grown up on Marine bases where I had watched the men of the corps perform simulated war games in the forests of my childhood. That a novelist and poet bloomed darkly in the house of Santini strikes me as a remarkable irony. My mother and father had raised me to be an Al Kroboth, and during the Vietnam era they watched in horror as I metamorphosed into another breed of fanatic entirely. I understand now that I should have protested the war after my return from Vietnam, after I had done my duty for my country. I have come to a conclusion about my country that I knew then in my bones but lacked the courage to act on: America is good enough to die for even when she is wrong.

I looked for some conclusion, a summation of this trip to my teammate’s house. I wanted to come to the single right thing, a true thing that I may not like but that I could live with. After hearing Al Kroboth’s story of his walk across Vietnam and his brutal imprisonment in the North, I found myself passing harrowing, remorseless judgment on myself. I had not turned out to be the man I had once envisioned myself to be. I thought I would be the kind of man that America could point to and say, “There. That’s the guy. That’s the one who got it right. The whole package. The one I can depend on.”

It had never once occurred to me that I would find myself in the position I did on that night in Al Kroboth’s house in Roselle, New Jersey: an American coward spending the night with an American hero.

Pat Conroy’s book: My Losing Season is available at Amazon.

This post is linked at Moosetracks at The Bullwinkle Blog

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But mom, I don’t want to be an epidemiologist!

Posted by mesablue on December 26, 2006

Here we have the perfect stuffed animal toys for your little future plague stopper:

GIANT Microbes

The common cold

The common cold

We make stuffed animals that look like tiny microbes—only a million times actual size! Now available: The Common Cold, The Flu, Sore Throat, Stomach Ache, Cough, Ear Ache, Bad Breath, Kissing Disease, Athlete’s Foot, Ulcer, Martian Life, Beer & Bread, Black Death, Ebola, Flesh Eating, Sleeping Sickness, Dust Mite, Bed Bug, and Bookworm (and in our Professional line: H.I.V. and Hepatitis).

Each 5-to-7 inch doll is accompanied by an image of the real microbe it represents, as well as information about the microbe.

E. coli

E. coli

As wierd as this looks and sounds, it’s a brilliant idea — bet these guys make millions.

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Bill Roggio: Anbar Province and the Iraq Study Group Report

Posted by mesablue on December 25, 2006

Last year Bill was imbedded with the Marines in Anbar, here he follows up with a report from the ground on local leaders views about the news coming out of the United States.

Anbar Province and the Iraq Study Group Report:

I specifically asked the tribal leaders if they watch the news coming out of the United states, and if the news impacts their decision making process. The answer in every case was yes, absolutely. The sheikhs’ primary concern was the U.S. would withdraw from the region, and those who collaborated with the U.S. and Iraqi forces would fall prey to al-Qaeda.

The situation in Anbar province has not changed, and the tribal sheikhs and politicians still watch the Western media. Today, the release and implications Iraq Study Group report is their main concern. Last week, I attended the Fallujah city council meeting and the Anbar province mayor’s meeting. The Iraq Study Group report was the main topic of concern at the Fallujah city council meeting, and a primary topic at the Anbar province mayor’s meeting.

The politicians and tribal leaders are very concerned that the Iraq Study Group report spells the end of the U.S. presence in western Iraq. These men have risked their own lives and the lives of their families by working with the Iraqi government and U.S. forces.

Read the whole thing.

Hat tip to Michelle Malkin

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Merry Christmas

Posted by mesablue on December 25, 2006

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Jingle Bawls

Posted by mesablue on December 24, 2006

How about 173 pictures of little kids who are afraid of Santa?

Chicago Tribune


I love this one:


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