With the war almost over, we’re starting to discover where the media have hidden their WMD. Iowahawk, a correspondent embedded with the 113th Mobile Pundit Reconnaissance Squadron, has the scoop.

And it couldn’t happen to a sleazier guy.

Sidney (the weasel) Blumenthal is about to come out with an 800-page tome detailing his life as a Clinton keester smoocher. Unfortunately for him, in the wake of Mike Kelly’s death, it apparently contains some uncomplimentary passages about him. They were long-time adversaries.

I liked this 1998 quote of Kelly’s about Slimy Sid:

“…formerly a journalist cum amateur Clinton knife artist.”

I’ll be curious to see what ex-Blumenthal-buddy Christopher Hitchens has to say.

Hopefully this will speed the book on its journey to the remainder table. It’s just a shame that this tripe yielded him a $650,000 advance. I hope the publisher loses its shirt on the deal.

In the wake of recent election results, they’re starting to threaten to deport radical Muslims.

It occurs to me that Old Europe doesn’t dislike what we’re doing in Iraq so much as the very fact that we can do it. It reminds them of their own impotence and irrelevance, and in many, a fear that they could be next. Thus, the quick and relatively easy victory makes them more, not less angry and frightened.

What they don’t understand is that while we could conquer (or at least destroy) any nation on the planet, we have no desire to do so. The nations in which we could accomplish what we just did are far fewer–an extreme dislike for their own government, and an inability to change it in any non-violent way, are essential preconditions.

Unfortunately, while such nations are fewer, there are still far too many. But at least there’s one less than there was a month ago.

Badly.

This incoherent and meandering piece by Charlie Vick about how we have no space policy vision is a godawful mess. It’s OK for Charlie not to be the world’s greatest writer, but they do him, and their web site, a great disservice by running it in this condition.

It’s supposed to be a professional-quality publication–not a bulletin board. They should be embarrassed.

Guy Milliere has a very grim diagnosis, and prognosis, for France.

The bidding is still open on the “bunkumbuster.com” domain, for anyone who thinks that they’re a worthy blogger. I’m holding it open until tomorrow night. Don’t miss out on a great blog name.

Will this finally get the Europeans angry at Saddam’s regime? From a story about the opulence and decadence of Uday’s (and how is the guy’s name properly spelled anyway?) digs:

The house was adorned with paintings of naked women, as well as bundles of Internet printouts of what appeared to be prostitutes, complete with handwritten ratings of each. One black book listed hundreds of women’s names and phone numbers.

One e-mail printout was a complaint from a woman that she was having a difficult time finding heterosexual men in Europe.

“Darling, babe, it’s not good timing to send me sexy attachment. OH BOY where am I going to get one guy?” it read in English.

On second thought, maybe they’ll think it a compliment?

Will this finally get the Europeans angry at Saddam’s regime? From a story about the opulence and decadence of Uday’s (and how is the guy’s name properly spelled anyway?) digs:

The house was adorned with paintings of naked women, as well as bundles of Internet printouts of what appeared to be prostitutes, complete with handwritten ratings of each. One black book listed hundreds of women’s names and phone numbers.

One e-mail printout was a complaint from a woman that she was having a difficult time finding heterosexual men in Europe.

“Darling, babe, it’s not good timing to send me sexy attachment. OH BOY where am I going to get one guy?” it read in English.

On second thought, maybe they’ll think it a compliment?

Will this finally get the Europeans angry at Saddam’s regime? From a story about the opulence and decadence of Uday’s (and how is the guy’s name properly spelled anyway?) digs:

The house was adorned with paintings of naked women, as well as bundles of Internet printouts of what appeared to be prostitutes, complete with handwritten ratings of each. One black book listed hundreds of women’s names and phone numbers.

One e-mail printout was a complaint from a woman that she was having a difficult time finding heterosexual men in Europe.

“Darling, babe, it’s not good timing to send me sexy attachment. OH BOY where am I going to get one guy?” it read in English.

On second thought, maybe they’ll think it a compliment?