7.17.2007 | Drop those nuts!

You just can't make this stuff up. Iran's just busted some squirrels, claiming they were spying. From Y-Net:

Iranian intelligence operatives recently detained over a dozen squirrels found within the nation's borders, claiming the rodents were serving as spies for Western powers determined to undermine the Islamic Republic.

"In recent weeks, intelligence operatives have arrested 14 squirrels within Iran's borders," state-sponsored news agency IRNA reported. "The squirrels were carrying spy gear of foreign agencies, and were stopped before they could act, thanks to the alertness of our intelligence services."

Clearly, the Iranians are a fearsome adversary; we should be quaking in our boots. That was sarcasm. Unfortunately, Iran also has some smart folks. Smart folks who work to produce nuclear weapons to be used against us infidels.

Perhaps we should de-nut them? Just asking...

7.15.2007 | Useful idiot

There's a little story in today's WaPo by a man who illustrates the concept "useful idiot." This man has supped with the devil, and confesses himself "a little sad" over the recent demise of one of the worst of the worst of the jihadis.

The moke's name is Nicholas Schmidle, sounds like "schmuck." The piece is titled "My Buddy, The Jihadi" and may be found here, if you've the stomach for it.

Here's a sample from this useful idiot who befriend enemies of civilization:

When I heard that Abdul Rashid Ghazi, the gregarious pro-Taliban cleric in charge of Lal Masjid, or the Red Mosque, died last Tuesday, I surprised myself by feeling a little sad. Over the past year, I'd gotten to know Ghazi quite well. Every few weeks, I would visit him at Lal Masjid to chat about everything from jihad and the Islamic revolution he planned to lead to our preferred vacation spots and his favorite English authors. We rarely agreed about anything substantive (such as his admiration for Osama bin Laden), but we talked for hours over tea, fruit and an occasional belly laugh.

Cute. "An occasional belly laugh." There is simply no excuse for this, unless you're on the other side of the war against us.

7.14.2007 | NIMBY

Ah, the bloviating of insincere politicos. Pictured is one of the worst of the worst, the ultra-liberal Jim Moran (D-VA). Moran represents, among other places in deep blue Northern Virginia, Old Town Alexandria.

What is Moran doing in the picture? Doing what he does best: bloviating, this time against anything that furthers a lefty cause. In this case, the lefty cause is to have a pristine environment while still being able to drop by one of the ten thousand or so Starbucks in Old Town and order a double mocha fat free latte. And sip it in air-conditioned comfort whilst cruising the internet on free WiFi provided by public tax dollars.

Can you smell the hypocrisy? Hmm, almost as delicious as the aromas wafting from those Starbucks outlets. The focus of Moran's ginned-up ire is the Mirant power plant, which has become a crusade for the City of Alexandria (unofficial city motto: we can waste your tax dollars better than anyone else).

In a recent issue of The Weekly Standard, Jonathan Last has a brief essay on the battle royal being fought by the hypocrites to root out the power plant. After all, it uses coal (gasp!) and thereby pollutes what should be a perfect little community.

Mr. Last provides a brief overview of the lawsuits that the city has engaged in; losing all of them, because of simple common sense: the power plant was there a long time before Alexandria became an egotistical enclave of affluent hypocrites.

One thing I recall from the time I lived in Alexandria was that some residents of the high-rise condominium built right next to the plant would complain about how dirty the air was. Which one might sympathize with, except for one inconvenient fact: the plant was there when the condo was first built. It takes a certain kind of an idiot to complain about something that should have been evident before they moved in.

But, then, the people who complain the loudest about alleged environmental problems do tend to not notice large facts -- even when they move in right next door to a coal-fired power plant.

10.12.2006 | Diplospeak

I used to have a lot of respect for Colin Powell. He's from the Bronx, after all, and went to City College (which was my second choice, and not shabby, either). And, he had a good career, to say the least. Until he became our Secretary of State.

Well, I also used to respect Condi Rice, and then she spoiled it by becoming...yep. Now, she apparently does not know the difference between terrorists and human beings. She accepted an invitation to be suckered by the Palestinians, a despicable bunch of terror-loving mokes if ever there was one.

And here's what she had to say, as reported by y-net:"

The Palestinian people deserve a better life, a life that is rooted in liberty, democracy, uncompromised by violence and terrorism, unburdened by corruption and misrule and forever free of the daily humiliation of occupation," she told a dinner organized by the American Task Force on Palestine.

This is nonsense, plain and simple. The only "humiliation" visited on the paleos is from their own terrorism and inability to live in peace.

The paleos are ruled by terrorists, who have the support of a large majority of the people. The paleos love terror, and have yet to recognize that a Jewish state could possibly exist in the Middle East.

The Palestinians are not worthy of a state unless and until they give up on terror. Hamas, and Fatah, merely disagree on how best to get rid of all the Jews in the Middle East. Condi Rice has now joined them, by expressing sympathy towards those who deserve none.

Shame on us for not having the courage to simply tell these asswipes in Palestine, "until you formally renounce terrorism, recognize Israel, and accept that there's going to be a Jewish state in the Middle East, we Americans are never going to lift one finger to help you."

Don't hold your breath for someone like Rice, who has sold out to the Arabists in the State Department, to speak this kind of truth.