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QUOTE O’ THE WEEK
Jules Crittenden presents this week’s king quote:
“Well, you are now.”
As usual, context is required.
UPDATE. I’ve turned down several interview requests from Fairfax journalists over the last couple of years; maybe they should come with health warnings.
Fascinating. Jews and Muslims now with something in common: being the target of Muslim bullets.
Guess it’s not about religion, after all?
Posted by Tex Lovera on 2007 06 15 at 09:43 AM • permalinkWith the RoP it’s always about religion, Tex.
Posted by Mr. Bingley on 2007 06 15 at 09:48 AM • permalinkWith the RoP it’s always about religion, Tex.
That’s because “RoP” = “Religion of Pieces”, not “Religion of Peace”.
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2007 06 15 at 09:50 AM • permalinkCurrently having a good craic on the BBC message boards if anybody wants to help out.
#8 TRJS - “pieces”.
(Laughs a Beavis laugh)
Posted by Tex Lovera on 2007 06 15 at 10:44 AM • permalinkI particularly liked this comment:-
Added: Friday, 15 June, 2007, 12:07 GMT 13:07 UK
No,no,no. Please tell all non-Palastineans, specially, Blair and Bush to stay away.
Saeed Mahmoodian, M.D., Fishersville, VA USA
The US medical system must be getting desperate; what with having to hire 13 year old retards.
#18: Well, now, it’s easy for ol’ Doc Mahmoodian to say, “Keep Out of Palestine”, all safe and snug as he is in Fishersville, VA. And it ain’t bad advice, maybe, since the presence of Infidel troops would only give the locals somebody else to shoot at. But one suspects that the good doctor is actually under the illusion that the Palestinians can sort this out by themselves. Or possibly, like others, he’s nurturing the secret hope that first Gaza, and then other parts of Palestine, will become not only radicalized, but unified under one group, all the better to carry out the struggle against Israel. The only thing I take away from the situation is that the Palestinians are not only not suited for self-government, but possibly not governable at all.
Our intelligence agencies (and I imagine the State Department as well) are surprised that savages are behaving like savages. Again, they’re surprised. Don’t you feel safer now?
Leave them to themselves. Why make targets of our side? For what purpose? Let them kill each other until they are sated. Then go in and make targets of whoever is left. I’m sick to death of these people and their cult of death and destruction. If the civilized among them haven’t gotten out by now, then it’s just too damn bad. No one has put them where they are now but themselves. For once, let them suffer the consequences; they’ve certainly made sure everybody else has had to do so. If we really give a damn about the children, we’ll put an end to this crap once and for all.
On Thursday night, as their sketchy perimeters crumbled, the few Fatah gunmen still bearing arms knew they were fighting alone.
*Sniff*
My heart just bleeeeds.
I’ll try to locate my nano-violin just for them.
Posted by Barbara Skolaut on 2007 06 15 at 12:49 PM • permalinkMy only worry is creating an evolutionary environment in which they learn to actually hit what they are shooting at in a non-random manner. Though, after watching the “You Suck” video yesterday, I guess the difference between being a “good” shot and a poor shot over there is a bit different than the local range.
#26 Rob
And yet, there’s bitching about “pro-Israel spam” filling up the comment thread.
Posted by Spiny Norman on 2007 06 15 at 01:52 PM • permalinkSome great stories and links from Gateway Pundit on the Gaza melt-down. Of course, you know who’s fault it is, don’t you?
#30: My reference was actually to my own #29. Sorry, folks, but I turned 52 yesterday and my brain obviously decided that it didn’t want to wait another 13 years to retire (maybe it has its own annuity).
So, Fatah controls the West Bank, and Hamas controls the Gaza strip. I’m not sure how many more splinters (political splinters) Palestine can sustain.
From the SMH link in Tim’s update:
Many factors led to this week’s short but brutal bout of warfare in Gaza, among them an old-fashioned blood feud.
BUAWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
The Silly Mundane Harpies are in a real conumdrum, aren’t they? They have to choose between “civil war” and “blood feud”. One demonstrates incompetence in running a country, and the other a tribal mindset at odds with running a country. A choice of bad or worse….and to me, “blood feud” is worse, as “civil war” would demonstrate how wrong most of the world has been about the Palis…...but “blood feud” demonstrates barbarism, pure and simple.
Those Palestinians, so inconveniently killing each other, that the MSM has to spin a cold blooded murder into a heroic death.
Must be a bitch, not being able to directly blame Israel, hmmmmmmm?
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2007 06 15 at 03:04 PM • permalinkWhy does this all feel like it should be made into a musical; something like “West Bank Story”?
Instead of gangs called “Jets” and “Sharks”, we’d have “Bombs” and “Sparks”.
And we could hear a song from a guy who “Just Met a Girl named Sharia”, played by Natalie Wood wearing a lovely Semtex belt.
Posted by Tex Lovera on 2007 06 15 at 03:53 PM • permalinkThis may be the precursor for the next “reformation” of islam.
There’ll be the Hamasians and the Fatahites.
In this new schism in the muslim world, the Hamasians will be those who demand weapons from the evil west in order to kill their enemy (including those of the evil west) while wearing turbans and robes. The Fatahites will be known as those that demand weapons from the evil west in order to kill their enemy (including those of the evil west)while wearing track suits and fashionable sunglasses.
This, is why Jules “crowned” him. Well and several other things, too.
Well.
What more to be said?they are both stupid for fighting each other, but i am with hamas…
Posted by Nilknarf Arbed on 2007 06 15 at 06:31 PM • permalink#18 #19. Absolutely, let’s keep our guys out of the PA. And while we’re at it, let’s keep out of
Darfur, Too.Oh, and someone asked about Keysar.
Where is he? Well, he’s either somewhere in context, or else he’s rereading his liveblogging efforts.
Posted by Nilknarf Arbed on 2007 06 15 at 06:42 PM • permalinkHappy birthday, Paco.
I guess this means that you aren’t one of those virgos destined to rule the world, then.
Posted by Nilknarf Arbed on 2007 06 15 at 06:52 PM • permalinkOT Good article here by Michael Duffy about the left and the Howard tyranny.
Also, the first ever quote-worthy item from Traceee Hutchinson (can’t be arsed linking):
Now that Left is a nomenclature for the Devil and its disciples are evil-doing fascists.
Posted by Margos Maid on 2007 06 15 at 07:42 PM • permalink#48 Paco, if it should become a problem again, a 10- to 15-minute daily bath in warm water should help to loosen your lizard. But do check with the local vet first. Lizards can suffer intestinal impaction if they eat indigestible stuff such as their cage litter (sawdust, sand, etc.)
Posted by Mary in LA on 2007 06 15 at 08:01 PM • permalinkYes…‘tis Friday evening here and I should be out drinking and dancing…BUT I have the Vodka, Gin and Agave juice here and the Mrs. doesn’t dance.
Well that and I have early T times, tomorrow and Sunday, There’s is nothing that brings more terror to other golfers, then a hungover golfer on the T’s.
And the course does NOT provide, hard hats.
Further notes on lizard-bathing: Make sure to bathe him in a warm room, and don’t let the poor scaly dear get chilled. Make sure he’s dry before putting him back in his cage, which shouldn’t be in a draft. And don’t feed him right before he takes his bath. (At the age of 8 or so I accidentally killed a pet alligator lizard by breaking these rules. Poor ol’ Oscar…)
We had lots of reptiles and caged critters when I was growing up. Many were “rescues”. I have vivid childhood memories of bathing a 6-foot (~2 metres or so) indigo snake. Our Indy had acquired mites during his tenure as a class pet and had to be bathed regularly to drown them. Picture, if you will, the three of us—mother, sister and me—kneeling in a row at the side of a bathtub, trying to submerge 6 feet of wildly thrashing snake in a tub of water! The mite cure was successful, though. I could tell you many tales of Indy… he was a character… Ow! [gets bopped on the head by the On-Topic Fairy]
Posted by Mary in LA on 2007 06 15 at 08:54 PM • permalinkSo they want to send in a “multi-national force?”
I say the yanks chip in some B-52’s, we throw in some F-111’s, the poms can contribute with Tornados and anyone else that has something that can fly and drop a bomb can join in too. I’ll even hire a Cesna and fly around chucking out flour bombs if it will help.
Line them up wingtip to wingtip and stop pickling when you get to the seaside.
Posted by mr creosote on 2007 06 15 at 09:07 PM • permalink#85 Mary: That’s exactly what the vet told us. The warm baths may be helping a little. Lucille (formerly “Omar” until we found out the “he” was actually a “she”) doesn’t eat much, but is normal weight and fairly active (she’s a bearded dragon, incidentally). Very docile, and cute, for a reptile. I think she got used to eating mush from a syringe (back when she wasn’t eating on her own, at all), and she may eat a cricket if you drop it right in front of her, and it happens to be dead, but she won’t chase ‘em anymore. Paco, Jr. talked about taking her out to California for his desert training, but Mrs. Paco has gotten so attached to her, she’s sort of become hers.
Thanks, again, for the birthday wishes. Old Mother Paco sent me a box of my favorite cigars (Hoyo de Monterrey Excaliburs). Think I’ll go enjoy one now.
For those of you unfamiliar with Bearded Dragons.
Pogria
In the U.S., GEICO Insurance uses a little fellow that looks very similar to what I did see, in the You Tube, as their spokesperson (and it has an Aussie voice)....it’s a play on the lizard known as Gecko. We actually may be speaking (OK typing) of the same little creature.
Very cute commercials.
I believe I shall pass on the mouse eating, not that there’s anything wrong with that….thank you.
Bedouins acting as animals…but it may come down soon...as per Charles Johnson.
It was only 8 o’clock, but it had been a long day. It was also my birthday, and I celebrated it with the same wild abandon that I celebrated every other day: I had the blueplate special down at Mike’s diner, went back to my apartment, read through the baseball scores in the paper and poured myself a closer. I was about to turn in when the doorbell rang.
I dragged myself over to the door, opened it, and was stunned to find Sheila standing there. How she managed to stay so pretty and fresh after eight hours of work was one mystery I had never gotten around to solving. She was holding a box and gave me a shy smile.
“Happy Birthday, Paco! I had wanted to bring the cake by the office this afternoon, but that fool of a baker lost the order and it wasn’t ready until this evening.” A puzzled look came over her face. “Paco, don’t you ever take your suit off?”
I gave her a seductive grin and said, “Well, I loosen my tie every now and then baby.”
“Well, be careful. Lord knows we wouldn’t want you to hang yourself with it.”
That last line was delivered by a short little woman who nudged Sheila aside, marched into my living room and planted herself squarely in the middle of the couch. I suppressed a disappointed sigh. “Good evening, Mrs. O’Doherty”. I muttered under my breath to Sheila, “What, she’s got a tandem broom, now?”
Sheila whispered,“Please don’t start with her Paco. Mom means well; she’s just, you know, a little protective”.
With that kind of protection, Al Capone might have held off the feds indefinitely. Mrs. O’ Doherty sat on the edge of the couch, ramrod straight, looking for all the world as if she were trying to avoid catching some kind of contagious disease. She wore a ridiculously old-fashioned straw hat with some kind of unidentifiable plastic fruit attached to the crown - crab apples was my guess.
Sheila gave me a helpless shrug and walked in, sitting down next to her mother.
“We can only stay a minute, Paco. We’re actually on the way to the hospital to pick up pop.”
“What happened to him?”
Mrs. O’Doherty piped up, “He found out that some hooligan at the plant had made a pass at Sheila, so he clopped him one on the jaw with a right cross and broke his pinky.” Her eyes narrowed to mere slits as she continued glaring at me. “Meanwhile, he’s still got a pretty good left jab.”
Was it getting hot in here, or was it just me? “Can I offer you ladies something to drink?”
“Well”, croaked Sheila’s mother, “I might have taken a glass of water, but this building is so old I’d probably get lead poison.” She wrinkled her nose and glanced disdainfully around the apartment; she might have been a church organist who had found herself suddenly and unaccountably in an opium den. “Anyway, we’d best be going.”
“Mom! We’ve got to have a piece of cake with Paco, and sing him happy birthday.”
Mrs. O’Doherty pursed her lips. “All right then. Did you bring any candles? Although I’m sure Paco must have some; the lights in old buildings like this are probably always going out.”
“No, Mom, there’s a candle already on the cake.”
We went into the kitchen, where Sheila took the cake out of the box and lit the one candle in the center. The words on the cake read, “Happy Birthday to the World’s Best Boss!”. Mrs. O’Doherty snorted, almost blowing out the candle, herself.
Sheila said, “Make a wish, Paco”.
I stared at Mrs. O’Doherty. Without taking my eyes off her, I blew out the candle.
She was still there. “Well, that didn’t work.”
Mrs. O’Doherty drew herself up to her full height, her crab apples just about level with the knot in my tie.
“You’re a pretty funny fellow, aren’t you, detective? Well, it’s your birthday, so I’ll say no more.”
We each had a piece of cake (Mrs. O eating off of her hand, rather than take a chance of getting typhoid from one of my plates). Sheila murmured that they really ought to go; pop was waiting at the hospital.
“Well, this has been a nice surprise, ladies. Come again.”
“Oh, ‘we’ will, detective - if Sheila gets another notion to spend a portion of her paltry salary on food for her boss.” She tossed her head, and marched out of the door. Sheila turned quickly and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Paco. Sorry about Mom. she’s just . . .”
” ‘A little protective’, yeah, I know.”
“Come on, Sheila. We’d better get to the car as quickly as possible. In this part of town, it’s probably already crawling with thieves.”
God help ‘em, I thought.
Death to Hamas! (and Fatah east-side beardless faction!!!)
* Onya Paco, and belated birthday wishes.Posted by Margos Maid on 2007 06 15 at 11:52 PM • permalinkHmmmmmm. Isn’t June 14 Bastille Day, too? Did paco and wronwright have anything, anything *at all* to do with that?
Posted by JorgXMcKie on 2007 06 16 at 01:14 AM • permalinkBirthday greetings to you Paco! And may you have many many more. :)
Posted by carpefraise on 2007 06 16 at 02:18 AM • permalinkslightly OT but relevant…from Amil Imani’s comments on Islam:
“The Quran was perhaps appropriate for a different people of a bygone era—a people of stunted development, a people who preferred to blindly follow someone than to think for themselves, to hate than love, and to seek and inflict death than to nurture and celebrate life.”Perfect summary of the Hamas and Fatah people…and their sympathisers, Muslims and non-Muslim.
Posted by carpefraise on 2007 06 16 at 03:05 AM • permalink
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