I was checking the Showcase, and I came across an interesting post on the mosque shooting by bitter anonymous leftist Antitheton of Antitheton.

What intrigued me, and the reason I give him a link when I wouldn't normally give him the time of day, is that he actually gives a decent description of the situation in Fallujah:

Just imagine for a moment being in a battle where the enemy doesn't wear a uniform and is everywhere, and nowhere.

Imagine seeing disemboweled corpses and dismembered limbs lying in pools of bright red blood, covered in maggots and flies.

Imagine the knot in your stomach tightening as the smell of death assaults your nostrils, over and over.

Imagine going from overpowering fear to intense exhilaration and back to paralyzing fear, in moments, knowing that at any time your could be killed or horribly maimed by a suicide bomber, a car bomb, a rocket propelled grenade, a home made mine, or 30 rounds from a AK-47.

He claims this environment doesn't justify popping off a round into a terrorist who's hiding under a blanket playing possum. I think otherwise. We'll just have to wait to see what the Marines say when they finish their investigation.

He finishes off with some standard Bush-hate rhetoric, and laments the fact that the this war has to be fought.

I actually agree with the last half of that sentiment. I'm a peace-loving man myself. I would LOVE to see peace in Iraq. I wish the terrorists would lay down their weapons & go back to their families so we didn't have to fight them anymore. I wish they'd stop all the kidnappings & beheadings.

It's sad, really. They're outmanned & outgunned. They can't win. All they can do is choose between their deaths and adopting the lifestyle of a civilized human being. I sincerely hope it's the latter. I hope that, very soon, they realize that they need to focus their efforts on turning Iraq into an island of freedom and productivity in the Middle East, so that an American presence will no longer be necessary.

Now, about that Geneva Convention thing in the comments:

It only applies to prisoners of war who do battle as part of an organized army. Terrorists don't wear uniforms & they're NOT signatories to the GC.

They deserve nothing. Any air we let them breathe is a gift.

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Are you a bad load of laundry? You make my pants feel two sizes too small.

(CAUTION: Romantics beware - comments may contain naughtiness)

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As a follow-up to the popular State Quarter series, the Treasury recently released the first in its new series of "Stoner Dollars". Coming soon: "Man, Pink Floyd is, like, so DEEP!" and "Dude! Got any Twinkies?"

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I base my fashion taste on what doesn't itch.
-Gilda Radner

It's also fair advice for choosing blogging apparel. Because if you're gonna be taking down some aging hack of a news anchor, you need something comfy and pajamas are the perfect gear.

But what about other projects? Let's take a look around the 'sphere & see what makes fashion sense for writing about non-Ra^ther-related topics:

VW Bug of One Happy Dog Speaks has the perfect outfit for those conflicted moments when she can't decide between blogging about a firefight in Iraq and blogging about her recent suntanning trip to a warm Florida beach with this body-armor bikini.

Tammi of Road Warrior Survival has just the outfit for blogging about the Chicago Bears. Judging by the number of other people in the frame, I'm guessing that this is the start of the 4th quarter.

Pam of Pamibe blogs while wearing purest white, which, I assume, means that she's turned on the Grail-shaped beacon again. I've got a spanking with your name on it, Pam.

Just in time for hunting season, Teresa of Technicalities has JUST the outfit for posting on how to properly stalk, kill, dress, and skin a polar bear.

Finally, I (Harvey of Bad Example) reveal what I wear when I write those Love Note entries. Here I am taking an "inspiration break":

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Oh, and if any of you ladies are going to write on the topic of blogger ettiquette, may I suggest that this little number might fit the "rule enforcement" theme:

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The next Carnival of the Pajamas will be December 4th, and the same rules apply:

Post a picture of yourself (or a professional model whose picture you copied off some web page - like I'd know the difference anyway) in your favorite blogging attire. Leave a permalink in the comments to this post, send a trackback, or e-mail the link directly to me at harvolson-at-charter.net.

If you have trouble hosting images, you can send me the picture, and I'll post it for you, along with your description.

If you don't have a blog, but you're feeling particularly creative, same as above.

Entries due by 12pm CST, Saturday, December 4th, and I'll post the round-up Saturday afternoonish.

And if I missed your entry, give a holler in the comments or to harvolson-at-charter.net

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TODAY'S LOVE NOTE
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The Angel That Stands By Me

Dreams of love, so beautiful,
Fairies dancing by the sea...
The moon shining in the heavens,
And an angel standing by me!

And when the morning sun breaks,
Butterflies flutter by...
Bees that kiss the blossoms,
Cottony clouds in the sky!

Oh, what a lovely scenario,
Lovelier, it could not be...
And all the more perfect,
With the angel that stands by me!

For you were always by my side,
For more I could never ask...
And long ago, Heaven sent you to me,
And in soft sunshine, I always bask!

For never could I ask for more,
Than the glories I always see...
All these wonderful gifts are mine,
With the angel that stands by me!

(CAUTION: Romantics beware - comments may contain naughtiness)

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Lynn of Reflections in D Minor talks about this quote:

Europeans with nothing but carrots and Americans with nothing but sticks is dysfunctional in the face of militant extremists bent on destroying them both---sticks, carrots and all.

she has her disagreement with it, but mine's a little different.

It ain't about the choice between whackin' your donkey or feedin' it yummies.

It's good cop/bad cop

It's about scarin' the crap out of the perps, and then offering them a friend and a way out that doesn't involve them getting a beating that would make the Rodney King treatment look like a soak in a jacuzzi.

I'm watching Iran making deals with the EU and I can just hear the talk in the figurative brightly lit interrogation room:

"Hey, you better give up your nuke program. These crazy cowboys... I don't know how long I can hold 'em back... maybe if you just co-operated... otherwise... you know... they're just f'n NUTS!"

Funny how much better negotiations work when you have Clint Eastwood waiting in the wings with brass knuckles.

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1 Great point! It seems like Frank's Nuke the Moon strategy is working...

Posted by: Susie at November 27, 2004 08:21 AM (vXRVX)

2 Or perhaps it is a sign that the foreign policies of America towards Iran since the end of the seventies has left them feeling isolated and that the only people left to talk to are the EU? Just thought I would throw that in there :-p

Posted by: Alex at November 27, 2004 08:51 AM (a1D32)

3 Or perhaps it's a sign that only the EU is gullible enough to believe that a promise from Iran is worth more than a thimbleful of warm spit :-P But you're probably right about Iran feeling isolated. I'm hoping that eventually they'll get lonely enough to call my $3.99 a minute dial-a-hooker chat line :-)

Posted by: Harvey at November 27, 2004 02:29 PM (ubhj8)

4 Ah, you misread me. I was saying that the policies set out have achieved what they were designed to do - simple as that. Hell, the EU will probably offer Iran membership soon enough. "Former dictatorship? No proper economy? Need subsidies? Come right in and join the club!" And unless you do hookers in a burkha line I think you might be waiting a long time...

Posted by: Alex at November 27, 2004 03:33 PM (a1D32)

5 Hmmm... burka hookers... "so... what are you wearing" "It's black, it's shiny, I'm covered head to toe. You can't even see my eyes through the face-screen" "I. Am. So. Aroused!"

Posted by: Harvey at November 28, 2004 12:34 PM (ubhj8)

6 No, Harvey, you've got it all wrong. Burka hookers would talk like this: "I'm lifting it up right now... you can see my toes... I've got a toe ring on... now I'm taking it off... now you can see the matching anklet..." "Oooh, that makes me so hot!" Remember, in the Middle East, T&A stands for "Toes & Ankles".

Posted by: Wacky Hermit at November 30, 2004 01:47 PM (1OwrP)

7 WH - LOL! :-D

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"I find your lack of faith disturbing"

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Blogdaughter Tammi of Road Warrior Survival says greed is bad:

Not just greed for money or things. Greed overall. A person can be greedy for power, attention, success.....anything. Being overly concerned with having the most of ANYTHING is not good.

I avoid people like that to all degrees. For one main reason. You can't trust them.

Me, I'm not so sure. Let me check the dictionary:

An excessive desire to acquire or possess more than what one needs or deserves, especially with respect to material wealth

Looks like it all depends on what you mean by "excessive" and "more than what one needs or deserves".

Tammi does the sensible thing and draws the line later in the post as follows:

They will step on anyone, use anything to make themselves look good.

Fair enough, I'd consider lying, cheating & stealing "excessive".

However, all too often I see people (usually the business-hating left as they pimp for higher tax rates) defining greed as "the successful acquisition of more than I have, regardless of the means used to acquire it".

I don't agree with that.

Greed is simply the desire to accumulate, which everyone has to some degree. What matters is HOW you go about doing the accumulation. If you're exchanging value for value and engaging in win-win transactions, then I don't think ANY of your aquisitory desire can properly be called "excessive". Some people look at Sam Walton (founder of Wal-Mart) as greedy. I see him as merely successful. He didn't cheat anyone. He was just better at the retail sales game than everyone else.

I suppose I'm just being nitpicky and overly concerned with a minor semantic point. However, the fact that "excessive" remains undefined allows unscroupulous people to smear the ambitious with charges of greed. That's why I'm uncomfortable with the term, and that's why I'd prefer that, when people use it, they draw a clear line on where "acceptable" crosses over to "excessive".

Unlike Tammi, I've never seen a Democrat/lefty/socialist make the effort to do that.

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Mike of Eat the Lettuce pointed me towards this Planned Parenthood flash cartoon:

Choice Chick vs. the Judge-Bots

Without getting into my views on abortion, I'll say that I found this cartoon freakin' HILARIOUS! I swear, if I didn't know better, I'd think it was something Frank J. wrote to parody leftists.

Best parts:

The ominous dark clouds over the White House

W's maniacally evil laugh

The "surprise guest stars" who drop in at the end to help Choice Chick. I'm sorry, but the notion of those guys as super-heroes was uproarious!

The thing is, I'm not sure whether it's funnier with or without the sound. Try it without the first time.

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Lileks, via blogdaughter Teresa of Technicalities, with the perfect description of the tinfoil-hat-wearing, Kool-aid-drinking left's view of geopolitics:

[T]hose who think the rest of the world has flaws, but we alone have sins.

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Friday Linky Stuff

Deadline on the Alliance Anthem assignment has been extended until next Friday because I forgot how holidays affect people's blogging capabilities.

A freelance Filthy Lie: Glenn's year of evil.

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Post a picture of yourself (or a professional model whose picture you copied off some web page - like I'd know the difference anyway) in your favorite blogging attire. Leave a permalink in the comments to this post, send a trackback, or e-mail the link directly to me at harvolson@charter.net.

If you have trouble hosting images, you can send me the picture, and I'll post it for you, along with your description.

If you don't have a blog, but you're feeling particularly creative, same as above.

Entries due by 12pm CST, Saturday, November 27th, and I'll post the round-up Saturday afternoonish.

See the CotP category for previous round-ups.

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You want to know how great my love is?
Count the waves.

(CAUTION: Romantics beware - comments may contain naughtiness)

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1 Speaking of waves, something smells like fish over here...

Posted by: Harvey at November 25, 2004 12:15 AM (ubhj8)

2 Waves as in "buh-bye?"

Posted by: Barbara at November 25, 2004 07:04 AM (+btiZ)

3 Do you have a water bed, Harvey? HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

Posted by: pam at November 25, 2004 10:02 AM (l6NIn)

4 I make it a point not to eat ANYTHING that smells like fish...

Posted by: Madfish Willie at November 25, 2004 11:26 AM (i3SrF)

5 hehehe... almost forgot... Happy HerbeyDay!

Posted by: Madfish Willie at November 25, 2004 11:27 AM (i3SrF)

6 I went to Western Culinary Institute and learned if it smells like the sea it's fresh. It it smells like fish it's not fresh. It cost me $14,000 to learn that.

Posted by: Joshua at November 25, 2004 01:32 PM (IvQZU)

7 Waterbed? No. Although parts of the mattress DO tend to dampen up a bit from time to time... ;-)

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[QUE NO SE TE OLVIDE MAMARME LA VERGA CHINGA TU MADRE SI NO LO HACES]

I'm not positive, but I suspect it's very much like what W. said to the Chilean security people while he was trying to get his head Secret Service agent allowed into that building.

[By the way, my Spanish is a little rusty. Can anyone translate that?]

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Filthy Lie Assignment reminder:Write an anthem for the Alliance of Free Blogs

Is due by 8pm CST Friday, November 26th. Late entries must be accompanied by a lame excuse.

Wednesday Linky Stuff

Precision Guided Humor Round-up: International Dead Terrorist Day

New PGH assignment: What exaggerations, distortions or outright lies will the Legacy Media promulgate as fact in the closing days of 2004?

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Bloggranddaughter VW Bug of One Happy Dog Speaks asked me in a recent e-mail if I had any good ideas for some mindless filler-posts.

Sadly, on this topic, my head is as empty as the jar in which Dan Rather stores his journalistic integrity.

However, after a little quick Googling, I came across:

Blogideas

This site has tons of... well... stuff... to get your creative juices flowing on those Bealified days. For example:

# How much weight do you want to GAIN?

# I eat out too much.

# Knock on wood and other stupid sayings.

# An update on your Favorite Band.

# Some over used words.

and has a nearly endless supply of such items available in random chunks of five.

When in doubt, think Blogideas.

UPDATE 5-24-05: [If you've found this post useful enough to blog about, send a trackback or e-mail the permalink to me at harvolson-at-gmail.com and I'll add you to my Bad Example Groupies blogroll. See this post for details]

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(A PRECISION GUIDED HUMOR ASSIGNMENT)

November 12 was the day that Yassir Arafat was finally buried, causing much celebration amongst the freedom-loving peoples of the world, as well as causing PeTA to protest the deliberate poisoning of innocent worms.

This date has been declared International Dead Terrorist Day (yes, I know he died on the 11th, but that day is already set aside to celebrate those who kill terrorists).

Here are some ways to celebrate International Dead Terrorist Day:

Tie together several dead terrorists like corn shocks and put them on your front porch.

Custom printed baby wipes that say "Help "wipe" out terror!"

Sprinkle sand in your beard to simulate a post-bullet-injected terrorist.

Shout "Allah akbar, but Marines are akbarer!"

Prepare a traditional terrorist meal of falafel, sand, and camel dung, then shoot it.

Shoot it twice. It might be just faking being dead.

Find a picture of Abu Musab al-Zarqawi and throw it in your toilet. Have a friend pee on it with you, so that the twin streams of urine can symbolize the Tigris & Euphrates Rivers.

Wear a turban. Laugh at how silly you look in it. Take it off & shoot it.

Twice... you know why.

Fart towards Mecca 5 times.

Bonus for lighting them.

Find a Koran and flip it open at random. Make funny sentences by taking words out of context from random passages, like, "Mohammed... love... hot... sheep and goats... now... good... like woman."

Oops. That one's actually in there. But you get the idea.

Steal some oil.

Check your septic tank to make sure there aren't any former Iraqi dictators hiding in it.

If you find one, shoot him twice.

Support the 101st Muppet Division.

Spend some time taking care of your Osamagotchi virtual terrorist toy.

Cook lots of turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, candied yams...

No, wait... that's Thanksgiving.

Nevermind.

SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS!

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If you have trouble hosting images, you can send me the picture, and I'll post it for you, along with your description.

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Entries due by 12pm CST, Saturday, November 27th, and I'll post the round-up Saturday afternoonish.

See the CotP category for previous round-ups.

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Soldier: Wow! You thought Fahrenheit 9/11 was a pretentious collection of discredited leftist propaganda produced by a lying sack of crap, too? Put 'er there, pal!

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One of those Million Times Forwarded E-mails via Beloved Wife:

An old Indian chief sat in his hut on the reservation, smoking a ceremonial pipe and eyeing two U.S. government officials sent to interview him. "Chief Two Eagles" asked one official, "You have observed the white man for 90 years. You've seen his wars and his technological advances. You've seen his progress, and the damage he's done." The Chief nodded in agreement. The official continued, "Considering all these events, in your opinion, where did the white man go wrong?"

The Chief stared at the government officials for over a minute and then calmly replied ..... "When white man found the land, Indians were running it. No taxes, No debt, Plenty buffalo, Plenty beaver, Women did all the work, Medicine man free, Indian man spent all day hunting and fishing, All night having sex." Then the chief leaned back and smiled ..... "Only white man dumb enough to think he could improve system like that."

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1 That was a good one Harv. Oh to live back in the good ol' days.

Posted by: RedNeck at November 24, 2004 07:23 AM (Z5aIH)

2 Good one, Harv.

Posted by: physics geek at November 24, 2004 10:12 AM (Xvrs7)

3 I notice it took a man to screw it up. snicker snicker. Just joking. LOL. Thanks for the humor.

Posted by: vw bug at November 24, 2004 11:40 AM (aIwzh)

4 Yeah but they didn't have the Internet. ;-)

Posted by: Lynn S at November 24, 2004 12:02 PM (tQVwH)

5 I know it's supposed to be a jolke, but it's true. G D white idiots.

Posted by: That 1 Guy at November 25, 2004 01:35 AM (BUkfD)

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