The Catmage Chronicles
Andy thought he was going crazy when a talking cat showed up at his front door. He couldn’t have been more wrong.Goldeneyes is a Catmage – a cat with human intelligence and magical abilities. Andy is an eighth grader who is smart, impulsive, and trying to avoid the school bully at all costs. A prophecy threw them together. There’s just one problem: Goldeneyes can’t stand humans.The Catmage world is heading toward war. Goldeneyes and Andy must try to stop the enemy from getting stronger. And they must save a powerful Catmage who’s been kidnapped. For Goldeneyes, it’s personal. That Catmage is her grandmother.Andy and Goldeneyes must try to put aside their differences. If they can’t, the enemy will soon be too powerful to defeat…
Daily Archives: 11/20/2008
Nobel laureate calls for Israel’s UN expulsion
It isn’t anti-Zionism. It’s anti-Semitism. And here’s why: Nobel Peace Prize laureate Mairead Maguire says the United Nations should suspend or revoke Israel’s membership. Maguire, in a news conference Thursday, said that it’s time for the international community to take … Continue reading
Rule of law in Egypt
There’s an observation in this article, Court in Egypt Annuls Deal With Israel on Gas Supply, worth mentioning: The case has raised difficult political issues for Egypt. Officials must walk a tightrope between maintaining relations with their neighbor and mollifying … Continue reading
The Duh Factor
Hold on to your hats, kiddies. The crack editorial staff at the AP has come up with the most astonishing headline of the decade: Jobless claims jump unexpectedly to 16-year high They’re right. Financial crisis, credit crunch, homebuying down, construction … Continue reading
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Unintelligent sharing
Deja Vu observed the other day: Never mind, Miliband holds a joint news conference with the Syrian FM who blames Israeli bombs for the processed uranium UN inspectors uncovered. Miliband assures reporters that Syria is a good country, a true … Continue reading