I Wouldn’t Have Apologized

I thought it was in fact pretty damned funny:

Rep. Steve King (news, bio, voting record), R-Iowa, was discussing the June 7 death of terrorist leader Abu Musab al-Zarqawi on Saturday when he mentioned 85-year-old Helen Thomas, who has covered the White House for nearly 50 years and is a columnist for Hearst Newspapers.

“There probably are not 72 virgins in the hell he’s at,” King said about al-Zarqawi, in a recording transcribed by Radio Iowa. “And if there are, they probably all look like Helen Thomas.”

But then, I’m not a politician. And would probably be an utter failure as one.

Oh, and here’s a shocker:

Thomas did not immediately return calls seeking comment.

I Wouldn’t Have Apologized

I thought it was in fact pretty damned funny:

Rep. Steve King (news, bio, voting record), R-Iowa, was discussing the June 7 death of terrorist leader Abu Musab al-Zarqawi on Saturday when he mentioned 85-year-old Helen Thomas, who has covered the White House for nearly 50 years and is a columnist for Hearst Newspapers.

“There probably are not 72 virgins in the hell he’s at,” King said about al-Zarqawi, in a recording transcribed by Radio Iowa. “And if there are, they probably all look like Helen Thomas.”

But then, I’m not a politician. And would probably be an utter failure as one.

Oh, and here’s a shocker:

Thomas did not immediately return calls seeking comment.

Fashionable Criminals

And idiotic ones:

…As she recounts the incident, he snatched the purse and took off.

But then he ran into trouble. As he ran, his loose trousers slipped down below his hips. As he reached down to hold them up, the teen was forced to throw the purse aside.

“That boy, he could run fast but he got caught up by his pants, which were real big and baggy,” says Ms. Chandler, whose purse was retrieved by a parking attendant who had heard her cries for help.

It’s a problem for perpetrators. Young men and teens wearing low-slung, baggy pants fairly regularly get tripped up in their getaways, a development that has given amused police officers and law-abiding citizens a welcome edge in the fight against crime…

…Mr. Green, 30, rode away on a bicycle, with copies of “Donnie Brasco,” “The Bourne Identity” and “Sin City.” When a patrol car knocked over the bike, he fled on foot. As he ran, his trousers slipped down past his hips, and he tripped. He hitched up his pants and ran a few more yards before falling again.

Things got worse and worse for Mr. Green. He finally kicked off his pants and shoes and “ran into the yard of 1720 Beaufield,” police officer Kenneth Jaklic said in a report of the incident. “I ran after [Mr. Green], yelling at him to stop.” Instead, Mr. Green jumped over a fence behind a garage, and Mr. Jaklic immobilized him with two Taser darts in the back…

…Karl Franklin tried to run from police in Tallahassee, Fla., in pants that were on fire. According to a police report, the 30-year-old had stashed a lighted cigarette in his baggy pants and appeared to be preparing to urinate at a traffic intersection.

Seth Stoughton, a police officer at the time, approached Mr. Franklin and noticed the man’s pocket was smoldering. Mr. Franklin, who could not be reached, started to run, but his pants dropped and tripped him up.

Sorry, link is for subscribers only, but I thought that this article was a hoot. I guess I’m supposed to be an old coot because I have such a low opinion of young men’s fashions, but baggy pants don’t just look stupid–you’d have to be stupid to put up with such dysfunctional clothing just to be fashionable.

Wrong Turn

Lileks, on the Dems sloganeering:

…the Dems needed something new to accompany their new vision for Western civilization. The winner was another phrase focus-tested into a thin smear of rhetorical mush: “A New Direction for America.” Disaffected Republicans were heartened. You mean less spending, quicker confirmation of conservative judges, permanent tax cuts and increased military outlays? Well, no. Nancy Pelosi announced that should the Democrats retake the House, item No. 1 will be bold and sweeping: They will “give America a raise by increasing the minimum wage.”

Apparently Pelosi believes that America makes the minimum wage. The population consists of industrial workers who get a dime each day for the number of fingers they haven’t lost to the machinery, a few million skinny Bob Cratchits shivering in underheated counting houses, and six plutocrats whose tight control over Consolidated Spats, Amalgamated Whalebone and other nefarious trusts keeps everyone poor and shoeless.

The minimum wage was indeed a New Direction — last century, anyway. But when the unofficial GOP slogan is “Fight and win the War on Terror by blowing up more bad guys real good,” a call for a wage boost is like running against FDR with a pledge to reduce postal rates.

A Defense Of Ann Coulter

By Mark Steyn:

…it wasn’t until Ann Coulter pointed it out that you realize how heavily the Democratic party is invested in irreproachable biography. For example, John Kerry’s pretzel-twist of a war straddle in the 2004 campaign relied mainly on former senator Max Cleland, a triple amputee from a Vietnam grenade accident whom the campaign dispatched to stake out Bush’s Crawford ranch that summer. Maybe he’s still down there. It’s gotten kinda crowded on the perimeter since then, what with Cindy Sheehan et al. But the idea is that you can’t attack what Max Cleland says about war because, after all, you’ve got most of your arms and legs and he hasn’t. This would normally be regarded as the unworthy tactic of snake-oil-peddling shyster evangelists and, indeed, the Dems eventually scored their perfect Elmer Gantry moment. In 2004, in the gym of Newton High School in Iowa, Senator John Edwards skipped the dreary Kerry-as-foreign-policy-genius pitch and cut straight to the Second Coming. “We will stop juvenile diabetes, Parkinson’s, Alzheimer’s and other debilitating diseases . . . When John Kerry is president, people like Christopher Reeve are going to get up out of that wheelchair and walk again.” Mr. Reeve had died the previous weekend, but he wouldn’t have had Kerry and Edwards been in the White House. Read his lips: no new crutches. The healing balm of the Massachusetts Messiah will bring the crippled and stricken to their feet, which is more than Kerry’s speeches ever do for the able-bodied. As the author remarks, “If one wanted to cure the lame, one could reasonably start with John Edwards.”

“What crackpot argument can’t be immunized by the Left’s invocation of infallibility based on personal experience?” wonders Miss Coulter of Cleland, Sheehan, the Jersey Girls and Co. “If these Democrat human shields have a point worth making, how about allowing it to be made by someone we’re allowed to respond to?”

Why not, indeed?

I will note that I haven’t read Coulter’s book, and don’t intend to. It’s sad that she couldn’t make her many legitimate points about the secular religion of the left without dragging science and Darwin into it. Unfortunately, though, it’s the inevitable pushback from evangelizing against God by the likes of Dawkins and Dennett.

Administration Immigration Policy Under Renewed Fire

BAGHDAD (APUPI) The Bush administration was reeling from renewed criticism of its immigration policy today, as many in Iraq demanded a wall across the Syrian, Jordanian, Iranian and Saudi Arabian borders to keep out a perceived flood of undocumented insurgents.

“The Bush administration seems indifferent to the number of problems being caused by these people, and its unwillingness to control the border,” said an angry Iraqi official. “These illegals shoot men wearing shorts and women who show any skin at all, they plant roadside bombs, they send explosive-laden cars into crowded market places, they kidnap us and chop off our heads.”

A visit to a random street corner in Ramadi displays the scope of the problem, and the demand for their services. A swarthy Al Qaeda commander drives up in a pickup with a load of bomb belts, and looks over a group of Syrians milling around. He casts an experienced eye over them, sizing them up, judging them for vapid yet maniacal expressions, willingness to abruptly disassemble themselves and their neighbors in the name of Allah. He points out to three of them. “You, you and you. I’m paying forty virgins today.” The desperate young men get in the truck, to go off to their day’s task.

Most upsetting to many is the unwillingness of the administration to deport the miscreants. “They arrest them, they kill them, but they refuse to return them to their native country,” he continued. “They won’t even allow us to report them to the INS.”

The administration claims that it’s not practical to talk of deporting all of these people.

Some people, normally at odds with the administration, defend the administration policy. For instance, film maker Michael Moore made the case for open borders.

“These are desperate people, with few opportunities to kill infidels in their native lands,” he explained. “If they’re willing to brave many miles of brutal hot desert to seek a new life, and death, it would be cruel to turn them back.”

“Besides,” he went on, “they are doing the jobs that Iraqis won’t do. No Iraqi is willing to brutally murder Iraqis, to chop off their heads, to perforate their bodies with nail bombs. It’s hard to find Iraqis willing to murder young women for wearing nail polish, for any amount of money or virgins. Most of all, few Iraqis are nuts enough to strap bombs to their own chests and detonate them. These are the Minutemen of the insurgency. Without these hardworking immigrants, creating mayhem that the media can use to show how we’re losing the war, the Iraqi insurgency could completely collapse, and all hopes for ending the occupation evaporate.”

Many analysts claim that this is really part of a larger regional problem–a symptom of the failure of the neighboring governments.

“The Saudis, Jordanians and Syrians don’t allow sufficient freedom of Islamic extremism in their own countries,” explained one expert. “The governments in some of those states cynically look the other way, and even encourage and aid those desperate Jihadis emigrating from their countries, in order to export the problem, and avoid having to deal with the pressure cooker of their own home-grown issues.”

Some think that personal relationships between the president and the leaders of the neighboring countries are influencing the policy.

“George Bush is still good buds with Prince Bandar,” said one critic. “They go mountain biking when he visits the ranch in Crawford. I think that goes a long way toward explaining this strange attitude. Besides, maybe he and Karl Rove imagine that if they’re nice to these people, they’ll eventually become Republicans.”

In an attempt to assuage the angry Iraqis, the administration is working with the Senate on a bill to grant amnesty to the new immigrants, making them Iraqi citizens.

“We’re sure that once they are offered a path to legitimacy, they’ll quickly assimilate and restrict their murders to American soldiers,” explained an administration spokesman.

Rafts

After a long hiatus, Bill Whittle has a new essay up. Well, actually it’s the introduction to a new book. About the American civilization.

I have a mental map of the world. So do you. So did Lenin, and al-Zarqawi, and Winston Churchill, and Attila, and Ronald Reagan. Everyone has an internal map of how the world works.

The problem is that we get rather fond of these maps. Some people get so fond of these maps that they do nothing but sit around in the dark depths of the chart room and compare maps. If they see something on another map that seems to agree, more or less, with what they have sketched out on their own, they feel vindicated. This is human nature. I do it, and you do it too.

People will sit in the chartroom, and argue about their maps, while the ship of history rips out her keel. But as the arguments rage hither and yon down in the chartroom, as maps and cartographers are bandied back and forth like trading cards and people come to blows over mapmakers dead a century or a millennium before, there does remain one small, unassuming little token of hope. Not much really — just an action so simple and obvious that we overlook it time and time again. What can we do to end this arguing about which way to sail and on what map? How can we tell where the reefs and channels really are? Dear God, is there nothing we can do to get an answer among all these authorities?

Well, there is something we can do. We can get up from the chartroom of theory, this dungeon of pointless debate and argumentation, and go and stand on the bridge. We can look at the world as it really is, and draw new maps as we go on.

When you use your common sense, your personal experience, over any of the so-called

Redeployment

Are foreign terrorists in Iraq on the run to the border?

Let’s hope so.

Maybe they’re retreating to Okinawa.

You know, I suspect that Iraqis are probably getting pretty tired of all these illegal immigrants coming into Iraq to do the jobs that Iraqis won’t do. You know…chopping off heads, blowing up marketplaces?

Gee, I feel a satire coming on…

Knock It Out Of The Sky

Who would know if we fired at the Nork missile and missed?

If we could knock it out of the sky, it would take a lot of wind out of Kim Jong (mentally) Il’s sails. But the down side would be the black eye and seeming impotence if the world knew that we tried to and couldn’t.

So does Russia have radar that would see an interceptor launch over, say Alaska? If not, does anyone else? And if not, what would we have to lose in taking a shot? If we take it down, it’s a huge coup, and if we miss, we just don’t mention that we even attempted it.

I should note that I would think the chances of failure small, since we’d presumably be sending multiple interceptors, rather than the single ones we’ve used in previous failed tests. The fact that we have had successful single-shot tests would indicate to me that chances of success for a multi-shot attempt should be pretty high.

By the way, here’s a good overview of the current missile defense situation.

I recall back in the eighties, when people were poo pooing the concept and saying that even if we could knock down some missiles, we couldn’t get them all in a massive Soviet strike. One rejoinder to that (in addition to the fact that even getting half of them would put enough doubt into a Soviet commander’s mind to perhaps preclude the attack at all) was that we needed it against rogue states. Like North Korea. This would result in scoffs by the anti-BMD folks.

“Why would they build a missile that we could shoot down when they could just smuggle the bomb into a container ship?”

I guess that Kim didn’t listen to them. Fortunately, neither did we. At least ultimately, though it’s taken much longer than it should have to deploy, as a result of years of obstruction from the port side of the political spectrum.

[Update on Wednesday at noon]

There’s a long discussion in comments to a post by Jonathan Adler over at Volokh’s.

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