Absent the confirmation of the ATF, it seems the sniper has hit just north of me, in Ashland. He shot a man coming out of a Ponderosa. Lucky for the victim, it was an abdomen shot and it seems he'll survive, thankfully.
I'm listening to the local news and realizing that yes, I am at risk from this sick, twisted fuck's attempts at godhood. Sure, the risk is tiny. There are millions of people in the DC Metro area (and Richmond is considered a part of that), and the odds of my getting popped getting gas are miniscule. (The odds of my getting popped coming out of a Ponderosa are nil; trust me, I have better taste in restaurants than that.) However, it didn't occur to my friend and me on Wednesday night that we should have done a safety check on our way out of Ruth's Cris Steakhouse. We were far more concerned with how effing cold it was. But the risk is big enough tonight that my brother called me to make sure I was all right, and asked me to call my mother. I won't do that. She doesn't generally watch the news, so she is blithely unaware that the sniper has hit a suburb of Richmond. If she knew about it, she'd have called by now. (It's just past 11 p.m. as I write this.)
I went to the car to get my Metro Richmond map, because I'm new enough to the area that I wasn't exactly sure where Ashland was. On the first page is the index of maps. Ashland is 15 miles north of downtown Richmond, about 20 miles away from where I live. He's moving south, our psycho, in a move that seems inexorable. I think I will not, after all, gas up at my usual place, which fronts a large shopping center parking lot. Tomorrow, I'll pay the extra five or ten cents per gallon to gas up down the street, where the gas station fronts nothing but the street. Or I'll head for the WaWa a bit further down, and buy my Sunday paper and gas there, instead. The other station is out. It's right off the entrance to a tributary of 95.
I don't know enough about what the police are doing, really. I keep reading about white vans and trucks, and I think, "Do you really think this guy is stupid enough that he's still driving a white van or truck while he performs his atrocities?" I don't. I think he's in a completely different vehicle, probably not even white, and I think that he's been casing his targets. A reporter on the local CBS station says witnesses heard the shot ring out from the woods behind the Ponderosa, in the rear parking lot. If that's true, then he studied the area well enough to plot out a getaway route. The reporter says a police officer was on the scene helping the victim within a minute. The shooter slipped away, as far as we know.
Of course, this may not be the sniper. It may be a copycat sicko. But I don't think that really makes a difference to the guy who got a bullet in his belly. And it's not making a bit of difference to me. It's time to worry, I think.
But CBS just aired a phone interview with Ken Gustafson of Ashland Berry Farm, eight miles from the shooting site, where thousands of children are enjoying a Halloween hayride, and his voice is soft and calm and reassuring, telling the reporter that the kids are all fine, and he'll stay open until the last of the parents arrive to pick them up. He tells her: "Life's a little slower out here in the country. The kids are fine. They're having a great time. We're gonna sit out here with them until their parents come and get them." He said he reminded worried parents that their kids who can drive are going to take a while longer to get home because of the traffic due to road closures, and not to give them a hard time over being late. On that note, I'm turning off the television. permalink
There's a conference going on that most people don't know about and probably couldn't care less about: It's the summit of "francophonie" nations (nations that speak French, no, I'm not kidding). One reporter from France was accused of being an Israeli spy, of breaking the law by broadcasting to Israel (that's right, it's against the law to broadcast anything from Lebanon to Israel), and nearly pounded by a mob of angry Lebanese journalists (yes, journalists). One report:
Ha. Ha. That Chrétien is a card, isn't he? Wow, a reporter is mobbed, has to take refuge from an increasingly angry group of reportersnot terrorists, not thugs, not people off the street, but reportershas to be protected by security guards and then taken hurriedly away through a side entrance for his own protection, and Chrétien says it's not his problem because the reporter wasn't Canadian. And then he makes a bad joke. But look at the way they built the tensions in the conference which, after all, is supposed to be about French-speaking nations cultural ties. First, they stirred up the crowd against the Jews.
"No leader defended the Jewish state from the podium." My. How unusual. And today, they get to talk about Israel in secret. I'd love to have a record of that conference. Probably be a great addition to Charles' website.
By the way, I did a bit more digging around the news and found some fascinating differences in reporting. Sorry, I couldn't find a Reuters account, but here's the UPI report of the same incident. I think it will do to stand in for Reuters.
Yeah, there goes that provocation excuse again. He provoked the mob to go after him. It was probably humiliating to have to stand in the same room as a Jew.
By the way, I think from now on I'll refer to Lebanon as Syrian-occupied Lebanon. After all, there are 20,000 uninvited Syrian troops in Lebanon. And come to think of it, I urge all bloggers to do the same. Syria out of Lebanon! No Justice, no peace! (I don't know why, they seem to always chant that at rallies.) Say. Where are the nazimedia kiddies' protests about Syrian forces in Lebanon? I must have missed them.
I'm serious about Syrian-occupied Lebanon, though. Let's start a meme. permalink
The really scary thing: I'm the number one result for that. permalink
Happy anniversary, Michele.
War Liberal has left the building. (Mac, never follow instructions. You shoulda just put it all into the warliberal directory.)
Laurence Simon is his usual nutty self.
I'm in the top ten. I'd like to thank my English teachers... (By the way, Kevin, speak for yourself.) ((Look, this post is less than 299 words, which is one word lower than the CalPundit Bore Threshold)) (((Dude, you so missed an opportunity for some link-love. You should have hyperlinked all the blogs in your chart, which would have caused your readers to click on the links, which would have caused the bloggers to see your post in their referrer logs, which would have gotten them to find your post, which would have gotten them to link to it. I had to find it via Charles Kuffner. For an ex-marketing guy, you suck at web marketing.))) ((((By the way, he's in Italy, so I doubt he's going to answer this any time soon, if at all. But then again, it's a weekend post, so who's gonna notice?)))) (((((I really had nothing else to say here, but I thought five parentheses would look really neat.)))))
Oh, the hell with the rest of the blogs. I need to get some shuteye. Later. permalink
I'm shocked, shocked I say, to read that nazimedia would actually fabricate an anti-Israeli story. But Zem's caught them with their pants down (and their tiny little unmentionables exposed). The subject: The origin of the C4 involved in the Bali terrorist explosion.
From the nazimedia kiddies:
Nice detective work, Zem.
Is there really anyone out there outside of their own contributors that thinks Indymedia is anything other than a network of hate-filled online rags? Because really, peopleIndymedia sucks. Period. End of story. There is no truth out there. permalink
(A tip of the hat to Irongall for the title.)
Kesher Talk is hop-hop-hoppin'. There are so many great links to choose from it's nearly impossible to narrow it down. But of course, I'll try.
A fascinating article in the Forward about how UN conferences that aren't hijacked by the anti-Israelis are far more worthwhile and accomplish much
A profile of the man who rebuilt the Pentagon in half the time and money they said it would take. His parents were refugees from Hitler, and his mother was saved by an American journalista debt that Allyn Kilsheimer wanted to repay. Read the story, it's wonderful.
This one is from Judith Weiss, a sad explanation as to why she's been absent from Kesher Talk these past few weeks: Her uncle died, and with him went more information from the generation that fled or survived Nazi Germany:
There are many more articles to read, and as I may not have much to say today, you might want to head over there.
Alex Frantz didn't like D-Squared's disingenuous post on the Israeli divestiture movement, either. And Matthew Yglesias talks back to a stupid Harvard Crimson editorial on the issue. (I seem to be using that word a lot lately. Channeling Homer Simpson. Stupid Homer.)
Gary Farber is fighting an uphill battle on a topic that you'd think would be a breeze: Many bloggers (especially, unbelievably, liberal bloggers) are playing down the effects of weapons of mass destruction.
I am astonished that Gary should have to fight so hard to get people to understand how awful biological and chemical weapons are. To use the argument that since our enemies don't have a truly decent delivery system, these things are not nearly as bad as they're made out to be, is to hide your head in the sand. This is the 21st century. We have innovations before breakfast, upgrades by lunch, and new technology at dinnertime. What fool out there thinks that we won't (wittingly or not) have a decent method of delivery for toxins sooner than we'd realized? Who among us predicted that two airplanes would be turned into bombs lethal enough to destroy the World Trade Center?
Should Gary change his blog's name to Cassandra? (Well, granted, we'd all be able to spell it more easily, but still...)
Well, Arthur Silber wrote one. And I was thinking of writing mine anyway, but his post got me to get off my butt and actually do it. Er, well, no, when you have to sit down and write something, you're actually getting on your butt, not off it. So I guess the line would be: But his post got me to get on my butt and actually do it. Only that looks stupid.
Wow, that was fast. A few readers already weighed in on my earlier post. Here's Michael N.:
Ya know, I get why your female friends are creeped out. All my GYNs have been female as well. The way I see it, any guy messing around down there had damned well better already be buying me flowers and jewelry, not expecting me to pay him for the honor.
Oh. Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh. [smacking forehead] Well, now we all know about my ignorance of the prostate gland. Don't know anyone who's ever had a problem with it, not married, giggle at my male friends whenever they mention that have to have a prostate exam (or have just had one). I think, also, it's a lot more fun to say "proctologist" than "urologist." Say it out loud, you'll see what I mean. (Please, please, no angry email from proctologists and urologists. We're not lauging at you, we're laughing at how funny the name of your profession sounds.)
Say, Mike, I hope you don't harbor any secret notions that I'm going to ask you to go into great detail about your studies that resulted in the confirmation you mention above. Because I already get enough yucky search requests, and trust me, by posting your letter, I will be getting more. But thanks for writing, and correcting my misunderstanding of two maligned professions. (Next on yourish.com: Podiatryis it the world's stinkiest profession?)
Bill Allison wanted to let me know that I was being unfair to modern American fathers in my line about how only women would be able to make the laws on abortion and child care.
I think Lileks is a Daddy god, and his daughter is going to agree with me in about twenty years. And from what I've read, you're a great dad, too. But Bill, I didn't mean it quite that way. I was going with the flow of the logic: If you can't have kids, you can't decide how they are cared for or raised. (And we won't go too deeply into the male contribution to creating the baby because, well, the post was satire, and now you're making me think in far too serious a manner.)
WHERE DID YOU GET THAT INFORMATION? WHO TOLD YOU I WATCH TV LAND? They swore to me that my viewing habits would be kept secret!!
Actually, I have noticed the Beav is on from time to time, and like watching a slow-motion train wreck, it's almost impossible to avert my eyeswell, at least for about 60 seconds. Then I switch the channel before my brain melts. Mind you, reruns of the Brady Bunch can send me screaming from the room in a maniacal frenzy. (Sometimes I'm so overwhelmed with horror I forget I can simply switch the channel.) Mary Richards and Barney Miller are the only ones who can keep me on TV Land for long.
Well, that's it from the mailbag at the moment. Unless you've found more errors, which, of course, I love having pointed out to me. Yup. I love being wrong, and admitting I made mistakes, and the phrase mea culpa, andlook, over there! Isn't that Derek Jeter? (Whew. I thought they'd never leave.) permalink
Moe Freedman sent me this amusing picture that he snapped during the UMich hatefest (otherwise known as divestment conference). The reason it is amusing is because the man on the right pointing at the people lying and sitting on the ground is Adam Shapiro, who found this street theater impression of victims of a terrorist bombing attack to be, welllet's get the quotes from Haggai:
And so I present the picture of the House Jew with his knickers in a twist. I'm smiling. Are you smiling? permalink
I would guess that the reason Friedman is not wrong is that the divestiture campaign petitions also explicitly state that they want to stop the universities from investing in any companies that do business with Israel, as well as stop military aid to Israel, thus ensuring an economic attack similar to the Arab boycott (which is still ongoing, by the way) of both Israeli companies and companies that did business with Israel. From one such petition:
But wait, there's more (from D-Squared, not the petition):
My research took less than five minutes. Oh, and I found have a page that he'll hate, but readers of this weblog will like. (Good bookmark for later research.) Insert typical fulminating and scatological graf here regarding D-Squared's research, intellect, ambition, or lack thereof. Nothing personal, of course. It's de rigeur.
I don't want a prize. Just a correction. But I won't hold my breath on that. permalink
The anti-warbloggers say that the warbloggers have no right to call for war unless they are ready, willing, and able to enlist and fight in the war. The warbloggers, of course, respond that that is a ridiculous argument, and list many reasons why. Doc Weevil, in a particularly amusing series of posts, flung the argument back at the WW crowd by offering to raise enough money to send them to Baghdad to be human shieldsto be ready, willing, and able to do their part in stopping the war.
All right. You have the synopsis. (If you're in a masochistic mood, feel free to go back and follow all the posts and posturing, but be warned: I've given you the "good parts" version.) Well, here are my thoughts on the matter. If the Warblogger Watch crowd is correct, then so is the following logic: If you haven't walked the walk, you can't talk the talk. Right? Well. Let's take a quick imaginary tour of what the world would be like under those rules:
If only people who have fought in wars are able to make the decision to send others to fight in wars, then
Note: Email asked and answered above
Well, they don't exactly call them stupid, but they are. I found this article via a comment on LGF. It's a common-sense answer to the stupid comparisons of Iraq and Israel that have been going around the web:
I know I excerpted more than I usually do, but it's the best article I've seen yet that explains the situation factually and unemotionally. And we're all familiar, I'm sure, with the Economist's famous righty bias, are we not? (Yes, that was sarcasm. SARCASM!) Please, read the entire article. Well worth it. permalink
Found this extremely funny piece by Phil Ringnalda:
Did you know that Google changed its method of ranking pages, thus making my Operation Clambake link on the top left page obsolete? Apparently not. Just checked, and Xenu.net comes out second in a search for Scientology. And I come out fifth in this Google search (it was a search within a search, and I'm lovin' the results). I love Google.
Well, I checked, and I'm still the number two Meryl (after my Texas name-twin) and the number one Yourish (I already knew that, but my cousin is working hard at Newsweek to move up the list.) I am, of course, the number one Meryl Yourish, what with my not being named Jane Smith and all that. (1.5 million pages. Alas, the tragedy of having a common name.) The really weird thing is the way the pages change on the first search page of my name search. Sometimes it's one weblog, sometimes it's another. I'm sure it all has to do with the Google rankings, but it's a great big algorithmic mystery to me. permalink
And may I say: HA-ha. Granted, I don't agree with everything in the piece, but overall, what he said.
This would be the thirdno, fourth try at a post tonight. I give up. I'm going to bed. Do me a favor, write one yourself, or pretend I wrote one, or go click on the archives link and read something old, because damn, it's nearly one a.m. and I am so blocked tonight I think it's affecting all the bloggers within a 100-mile radius. I'd better go to bed before this cloud hits New York.
Good night. Wait! This just in: Carnival of the Vanities #4. Bigwig's collection of little-noticed posts, submitted by the authors. Go. Click. Read. Come back later, when I have more to say. permalink
My kids were unbelievably hyper today. I can't count the number of times I had to quiet them down. I saw fairly quickly that there wasn't a whole lot I could do and tried to make the lessons as interactive as possible, like having them take turns writing or drawing on the board instead of just reading or reciting the lessons. And I let them blow off steam after music. The boys chose to have a loud, rousing chorus of the Alef Bet song, while the girls, who no longer like the song, refused when I suggested they chant, "NO!" choosing, instead, to write "NO!" on the board. (Interesting subject for a gender study there, isn't it?)
But I had no idea why they were so rowdy. They've never been as tough as they were today, and it's been more than a month of classes now. Then, after class, as I was chatting with his mother, one of my students told me that the schools in the area didn't allow recess today.
The sniper attack in northern Virginia spooked Henrico County enough not to let their children outdoors. As difficult as it seems to believe, this piece of dirt has affected how I teach my class at religious school.
There's also the fact that I'm wondering if I should gas up at my regular station, which is close to a highway and fronts a shopping center with a very large parking lot. And I'm worried about driving back to NJ for Thanksgiving, because I'd have to gas up in Maryland or northern Virginia. The topic is on the minds of everyone in the greater D.C. area. This sicko has managed to terrorize millions. I haven't felt this sort of worry since I was in high school and Son of Sam was hunting dark-haired teenaged girls.
Life is hard enough without crap like this. They have got to catch this sick, twisted scumbag. Find this bastard, try him and fry him. Please get him before he gets anyone else. permalink
Tim Blair has a wrenching post on a relative of one of the victims of the Bali terrorist bombing searching for her brother:
So are we, Tim. permalink
The following is a transcript of a conversation I had with a person I'll only call J. No, wait, he wants to be called R. No, uh, it appears he wants to be known as "The person who might be known as J, might be R, but then again, could be J.R. who may or may not run a website about what really happens in the world." (Or maybe I never had this conversation at all, and I'm making it all up out of my head.)
Meryl: So you have absolute proof that the Bushies are doing this whole War on Terror/War on Iraq/Axis of Evil thing for their buddies in the oil business?
J.R.: Yes, and I have proof that they're also tools of the Zionist-run Illuminati organization
Meryl: Wait a second... The Illuminati is a Zionist organization?
J.R.: Every major secret organization in the world is run by Zionists.
Meryl: Really? The Masons?
J.R.: Of course. That was one of the first world Zionist organizations. Where do you think Jackie Mason got his name?
Meryl: I thought they didn't let Jews in until recently.
J.R.: That's what they wanted us to think. It was all a cover. They just pretended not to allow Jews, then when nobody was looking they'd secretly let them in.
Meryl: Uh-huh. Um, how about the Trilateral Commission?
J.R.: Are you kidding? Kissinger is on that one. International Zionist conspiracy from the get-go. Learned that one in Conspiracies 101.
Meryl: There's a class for conspiracy theorists?
J.R.: There's a college for conspiracies. But I'm not allowed to tell you what it's called, or where it is.
Meryl: Oh, so you're a UC Berkeley graduate.
J.R.: Who told you? How did you get this information?!
Meryl: I have my sources too, you know. [quickly closes laptop with SF Chronicle site displayed]
J.R.: It doesn't matter. We have other colleges.
Meryl: Yeah, SFSU. Way to distribute assets cleverly. You woudn't want to group them all in, say, one city or anything like that.
J.R.: Moving along. There's The International Order of Friendly Sons Of the Racoons.
Meryl: Uhthat's the fictional lodge Ralph Kramden and Ed Norton were members of in The Honeymooners.
J.R.: Yeah, everyone sure thinks so. That's the best of the best. Everyone knows the Illuminati are real, but nobody ever believes we've got Raccoon Brothers everywhere.
Meryl: Do they wear those stupid-looking hats?
J.R.: [adjusts shirttail to cover raccoon hat] No. That was just the TV show. What do you think, we have really bad taste in hats or something? PETA is part of the order, too.
Meryl: Are you saying that they're not really against eating animals?
J.R.: Yep. We just do that to keep up appearances. Many's the great steak dinner I've had with PETA members after one of their noisier rallies.
Meryl: Next you'll tell me Greenpeace harbors a whaling fleet.
J.R.: WHO TOLD YOU THAT?!?!?
Meryl: No one. I was just saying
J.R.: This interview is over.
[J.R. walks out, slams door behind him.]
Meryl: Hey! Hey! You forgot your hat! Oh, well. Maybe the cats will like it. permalink
Thanks to Scott Wickstein (see post immediately below this one), don't forget to revise the last eleven months' worth of archived pages with the new gif and design.
Scottdudeyou don't get to critique a bunch of weblog designs without showing your credentials.
Let's see 'em.
And then I'll give you a hint about why my left-menu text bleeds over the blue. (My colors are questionable? What did they ask you? I need to know, because I've spoken to them about this before, and they promised they'd be nicer. I sense a week-long grounding coming on.)
Okay, I'll tell you about the left menu now. It's all my ex-boss's fault. I asked him for 150 pixel background gif, and he gave me 125, and I refuse to change the left menu to 125 pixels, and I also refuse to make the text smaller, and, well, I'm effing lazy. Ergo, text bleed. (Has nothing to do with margins of any sort.) And I suck at gifs, so I haven't bothered to try to make my own, and, well, I can't afford Sekimori.
You have no idea what I'm really talking about, do you?
Hmph. Questionable colors. Extended margins. Asparagirl is still working the reverse-text side of the street (Hello! Brooke! Unreadable to older eyes!), and she gets a B while I get an effing C. Double hmph.
Goddamn amateurs. Think they know everything. You're on my list, Scott. I'm watching you. permalink
Update: Due to the magic of the Internet, two of my readers sent me a 150-pixel gif. This page now looks the way it was supposed to look eleven months ago. (You see, Natalie, this is what I was talking about.) Wow, did I procrastinate that long? I'm so bad.
The publisher of the Chicago Sun-Times and the Jerusalem Post speaks about how his publications refuse to join the moral equivocators:
I've been reading a few other bloggers who point out that the Sun-Times editorial page should be a daily stop on anti-idiotarians' rounds. The above is why. (Thanks to reader Danny V.) permalink
I got a very amusing letter from Doc Searles today. He was answering my email of July 18th, which only arrived in his mailbox today. Having worked for the Post Office in another life (back during my college days), I know that sometimes, letters really did fall down behind desks or workstations or underneath something, and lay there for months or years.
But I didn't know that email can drop into a black hole and show up nearly three months later.
It's a good thing it wasn't an urgent request, or I might have gotten annoyed that Doc never got back to me on it, without knowing that it wasn't by choice.
Autumn seems to have finally arrived. It's my fault, of course. I took the hard top off my Jeep last week, thus guaranteeing an end to the summer-like weather we've been enjoying. But last night the wind came in, and with it the cooler temperatures of fall. This morning, I let the cats out as usual, and Tig ran back inside as if he were being chased. This happened twice in five minutes. Puzzled, I looked outside and saw nothing. But then I realizedthe wind is in the trees. My cat is such a chickenshit, the sound of the wind rustling leaves in trees frightened him.
Gracie, on the other hand, requires there be monsters before she runs inside. Monsters, of course, mean people other than me And yet, she faced down a dog last week, some kind of poodle/terrier mix. "He won't hurt her," said the dog's owner as I went out to my patio to see what the noise was about. Gracie was fluffed out and hissing. "She has all her claws," I told the man, who didn't seem to think that mattered. He didn't call the dog off until I told the dog to beat it. Then the dog tried to piss on my patio, and I told his owner, "Don't let that dog piss on my patio." I have subsequently been told that that was not a southern thing to do. Heidi told me that the correct Virginia response was to throw the owner a nasty look while not commenting on the dog peeing on my patio. Well. Apparently, all those years of New Jersey behavior will not easily be undone, because I don't care if I spend the next fifty years in Virginia: If your dog tries to attack my cat or pee on my patio, I'm going to tell you to get it the hell out of there. permalink
The Arab Red Crescent, their branch of the Red Cross, says it will renew its opposition to allowing Magen David Adom, Israel's version of the Red Cross, into the International organization:
Well. Anyone out there surprised at this? Anyone? Bueller? permalink
From an Arab News article:
Let's remember that the next time they bitch about Israel and UN resolutions, shall we? Or when some idiotarians starts spouting off about how the US is acting unilaterally, or in its own interests. permalink
Well, yeah. And Diane E. has been corresponding with him.
Interesting readshis blog and hers. permalink
As promised last week, I'm catching up you non-workaholics (imagine! you take off weekends!) on what you missed since you last visited.
Would you believe a really funny site called Yogakitty? And a memory trigger that made me think of my late, great cousin Sharon. There's also a compendium of some good blogs I found over the weekend. permalink
I can't think of anything else to say. I've been horrified since I read the first reports. The world is a fearful place these days. permalink
I swear this one came out verbatim: charles johnson is a web page that jumps like a frog! It knows what you want before you do and responds to temperature changes.
(PsstEmilyyou need to raise your font size a bit, or allow your readers to do it for you. It's tough to read the main blog column.) permalink
Haggai's got the skinny on the UMich anti-Semitism festival masquerading as an Israel divestment conference. (There, was that a loaded enough description for you?) Glenn links to a couple of newspaper articles as well.
Get a load of this quote, from the WaPo article:
Yes, because why on earth would the American Jewish Committee only mention Jewish students? It's not like CAIR and AAIDC only mention Muslim and Arab students, right? Their press releases are simply full of news about Jewish victims of harassment, are they not?
Effing morons. How is it that they never even hear how effing stupid they sound to anyone but themselves? Are they truly that idiotic, or do they just lose all intelligence when talking to reporters?
Well, it's late Saturday night, and I have to get to bed so I can be ready for the thing that anti-Semites hate the most: Passing on the mantle of Jewishness at my job teaching children in my synagogue's religious school. I'm doing my best to teach them to love being Jews, as well as educating them on their history, tradition, and religion.
Irony is a wonderful, wonderful thing. And may I say: I love my job. Tomorrow, we're going to cover the Covenant between God and the Jews. And then I'll play them songs from an Allan Sherman CD, because it can't be all seriousness. I think they're going to love "Harvey and Sheila." permalink
Last week's blogs are archived. Looking for the Buffy Blogburst Index? Here's Israel vs. the world. Here's the Blogathon. The Superhero Dating Ratings are here. If you're looking for something funny, try the Hulk's solution to the Middle East conflict, or Yasser Arafat Secret Phone Transcripts. Iseema bin Laden's diary and The Fudd Doctrine are also good bets if you've never been here before.