Monthly Archives: April 2009

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is Irrelevant

Sure looks that way to me. Just apply the heterosexual harrassment rules to all. Simple. Nice to see some serving Navy folks coming around to the idea of eliminating the old homophobe hysteria.

Israel’s sixty-first

Our Memorial Day stands, rather lonesome, a few months before our Independence Day. By contrast, Israel’s two such days come back to back. Their Remembrance Day was Monday, their Independence Day, the sixty-first, was Tuesday. I also like the way even their most senior IDF officers eschew the "chest candy" that ours wear. War, whatever lies the foreign news media like to tell, is not celebrated there. Even their national anthem has none of our rocket’s red glare. Treppenwitz explains it all rather better than I could.

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Pork flu

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New Horns to the NFL

Congrats to Henry Melton, Chris Ogbonnaya, Roy Miller, Quan Cosby, and Brian Orakpo for their ascendence to the NFL.

Swine time

While Twitter’s no-context modus lends itself to enhancing panic, Google’s swine flu map does the opposite. It shows that, so far, much of the "worry" is overblown. Not quite as much as it was in 1976, but still close.

Via Slashdot.

Sensitivity training

That’s where the White House military office needs to spend some time after okaying a Boeing 747’s "photo op" tour of Lower Manhattan at low altitude. Can you say 9/11? You can, but genius office director Louis Caldera couldn’t. Bet he can now.

UPDATE: Turns out the feds knew all along that it could cause mass hysteria. They just didn’t care. Which is probably why Caldera is now looking for work.

Beetle In A Cocktail Dress

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My year and my color of Karmann Ghia, though mine had a tan convertible top. First it was stove in on the passenger side by a distracted retiree in Palm Beach, FL, then the same door was rammed once more by a youngish driver in Austin. In between, the car hauled a trailer loaded with, mainly, books across the Alleghaney Mountains with the truckers (on the CB) making bets on when the engine would explode. It didn’t, which gives the lie to the second (ad) video at the second link above. But, add to all that a crumpled nose from the bumper of a backing-up pickup, and I finally got rid of it in 1980. Miss it yet.