Hey, I'm still not happy with what he wrote, and you can read below that I'm not fully satisfied with his apology, but I didn't call for, and don't agree with, his being fired. I'm with Roger on this one.
Here's the email contact form for ESPN's Page 2, where Easterbrook used to have TMQ.
I sent a letter. Go to it, folks. permalink
Update Sunday, Oct. 19: Sometimes, something that you write has unexpected consequences. I think I'm going to leave the lead of this post as is, and remove the rest of it. Time to move on over this subject, and if you've linked to it from another blog, sorry. I've removed the rest of the text. permalink
Okay, that may be an exaggeration. But check out this quote:
Let's look one more time at what Mahathir actually said:
Yeah, that's a call for moderation. Nope, no violence there. Nuh-uh. Nothing to see here, move along.
I think we're going to have to widen our palestinian spokesperson rule to Malaysian spokesperson. How can you tell when they're lying? Their lips are moving.
And now, I'm out of here for the day, but if you've been particularly entertained or pleased this week with what you've read, hitting my wishlist would be a nice way to show it. I've added a few things. permalink
Gregg Easterbrook has apologized. Surprisingly, the New York Times picked up the Easterbrook controversy. There are more than a few bloggers who vehemently disagreed with my viewpoint on the issue (two of those three are on Blogspot; their archives will doubtless not work). I've been trying to find time to explain exactly why what Easterbrook said was offensive, as they seem to be unwilling to so much as allow that Jews could be offended by what was written. I'll get to it later in the weekend, because it's an important topic.
In the meantime, yes, reader Eric G. and I accept Easterbrook's apology. I'm glad he made the effort. I do believe he intended no offense, but you know what they say about good intentions.
On the other hand, no, Ryan, I won't be taking back what I wrote. But you might want to. Here's a tip: In the future, write about the words of mine that you have actually read, not words that you have made up in your head. When you write "Yourish seems to be saying," you are only expressing your lack of reading comprehension. Anyone who has read my blog for any substantial length of time knows that I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. You don't have to read between the lines here. Nowhere did I so much as imply that a non-Jew may not criticize Jews.
Don't put words in my mouth, and I won't think the worse of you for it. permalink
Here's the full text of Moonbat Mahathir's speech, via the ever-watchful LGF. I strongly recommend you read it. Because you haven't been hearing the entire text. The news media have been cutting out much of the bile and hate, in spite of the worldwide condemnation of the speech's anti-Semitism. (Update: Some of you have said you can't get to the article. I've cut and pasted the full text here.)
This is what AP has been circulating:
This is the full text of the quote. The omissions are in boldface. Notice how crucial the omissions are. Notice how the phrase "the enemy" (meaning the Jews) is excised from all the quotes you've been reading.
Let's go see what other quotes have been mangled, shall we? AP says:
The moonbat said (notice again, he mentions "the enemy," which, this time, I believe, is the West):
The moonbat said (and yes, you should be thinking Richard Dawson):
The moonbat said:
Can't say they lash out in anger. That would go against the "suicide bombers are driven by desperation" meme.
Here's the biggest excision (is that a word?) that I could find. The AP says:
But the Moonbat Matathir said:
That sure looks to me like, well, gee. Not moderation. What would be the opposite of moderation to a nutcase who passes out anti-Semitic tracts? Oh, right. Extremism.
There's time for one more, but after that, I'm going to bed, kids. (yourish.com: We lose sleep so you don't have to. New tagline.)
The AP says:
The moonbat said:
In other words, lie, lie, lie. Say anything, but win sympathy for our side. And when we have enough sympathy, we'll kill all the Jews. I'm sorry, I mean, "the enemy."
Have I mentioned how much I loathe the news media these days? Well, there's one news source I loathe above all: I have been unable to find any reference at all to Mahathir's speech on the main Reuters website. I saw something on Reuters UK earlier today but can't find it again, and I may be mistaken about that. Astonishing. Nothing on the speech on Reuters. Google News can't find it, either. And yet, I find that I am not surprised. permalink
The Jerusalem Post has an analysis that jibes with much of what I wrote yesterday.
We've covered that before. "Bomb? What bomb? I see no bomb, I see a road crew fixing a pothole."
Ha'aretz reports the pals have arrested eight "suspects," but Israel maintains the arrests are purely cosmetic, and that the suspects had nothing to do with the attacks. I find this graf highly amusing:
"Former members of the palestinian security forces"you know, the ones who are supposed to be disarming the terrorists. But here is the most important portion of that article:
This sort of attack simply had to have the cooperation of the pals. My gut tells me it's the influx of Al Qaeda mixed with the America-hating regulars.
Meantime, the PA claims that the Mossad was behind the attacks. Yawn, yawn, yawn. Anyone here surprised by this claim? Anyone? Bueller?
I'd put up the Reuters version of the events, but y'know, my stomach's a little upset as it is, and I'm not really up for making it worse. You'll have to go look for yourselves. permalink
Upchuck warning: If you have a low grossness threshold, don't read this post. I'm going to discuss yucky things. I mean, really yucky things. Things I wouldn't like to read about just after a meal, for instance.
Actually, it's not really that gross, but some of you may find it to be totally disgusting and send me nasty emails and, like, I don't get enough nasty emails every time I write about sexism or abortion or Gregg Easterbrook, so I'm trying to prevent nastiness, and, well, I also wanted to write another runon sentence, and so here I am.
So as I was saying a couple of weeks ago, Tig has developed this phobia or neurosis or something maddening that is causing him to compulsively lick his tail and, well, various other parts of his body. And he's a Maine Coon cat, which means he's licking a whole lotta fur. Which means he gets hairballs. Which means he has to expel them. Which means he's been throwing up lately. A lot.
When I came back from my brief, three-day trip to NJ, you would have sworn I had a dozen cats all with hairball problems, because man, there was a lot of cat vomit on the floor. And when I mentioned it to Heidi, who stopped by on Saturday to feed and check on the cats, she seemed surprised. Either she's a great actress, or Tig saved it all for Sunday and Monday. So I'm tired as all hell Monday night after my drive, and I'm cleaning the living room floor, and apparently I missed a spot. Behind the TV, near the picture window in the front of the living room. Because on Tuesday morning, I glanced behind the TV for some reason and discovered that not only did I miss a spot, but the ants were feasting on it. Big sigh. Look for bug spray. Find none. Grab the old reliable, any cleanser with ammonia (Formula 409!), kill the ants with it, clean up the cat puke, look around for any more missed spots. Become astonished at the hidden places and number of times Tig ejected hairballs and the contents of his stomach. Clean more. Swear a lot. Wonder how one tiny cat stomach can hold so much, but then, looking at Tig, he is kinda fat. It just may be time to put him on a diet. Hm.
Anyway. Within a short amount of time, more ants appeared in the now-clean space, which was what I was afraid of. I know they lay a scent trail, and I try desperately to kill all the ants so they don't bring back the smell or whatever they do to lead their buddies to food. So I killed those ants, and kept checking. More ants appear. Kill ants. More ants appear. Kill ants. Still more ants appear. Kill ants. I had this imaginary scene in my head, over at Ant HQ:
I mean, they just kept coming. I'd check every hour or two and sure enough, the little bugs were wandering around, trying to figure out what happened to their food. And then I'd kill them. I feel no sympathy whatsoever for insects; let them live outside, where they belong, and leave my apartment to me, please.
I'm still working on getting Tig to calm down about whatever horrible monster frightened him on the second floor. He seems to have decided that the left side of the bed is not going to eat him, but the right side will. He used to sleep on the right side. Now he sleeps on the left, near my head and shoulders, I suppose for reassurance that he won't be eaten, or maybe in the hopes that the monster will eat me first and he can run away. In the meantime, Gracie has completely claimed the right side of the bed during the night, and the entire bed during the day, obviously reveling in Tig being too afraid to kick her out of any part of it. Last night I had a purring kitty to my right and a purring kitty to my left, which would be an idyllic scene, except for the fact that five minutes prior to the two purring kitties, I was sound asleepuntil Tig started yowling and woke me up.
I really am tired of this compulsive washing and Fear Of Second Floor Tig is suffering. But last night he slept in the bed from midnight almost until I woke up this morning, which I think is a good sign. One hairball a week is more than enough, thank you, and one infestation of ants per year is more than enough. Thankfully, they seem to have given up. Or destroyed their leaders and started over again. You never can tell with ants. permalink
At the Organization of Islamic States, known Jew-hater and prime minister of Malaysia, Mahathir Mohammad's opening statement:
He was hardly alone in his sentiments.
So who's the moderate at the conference? Hold onto your hats, you won't believe it:
Here are more excerpts, none of which can be found on Reuters as yet. Read them all.
Notice how the concepts of human rights and democracy are evil Jewish inventions to prevent the world from persecuting the Jews. It astonishes me that this man is not in a rubber room. Say, Mahtir, you think maybe the Jews became powerful because of all that thinking they've done? Ya think?
Those damned Jews, keeping the Muslims down. But wait, did I read a kernel of truth in this excerpt?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's your religion holding you back, it's our religion holding you back. Make up your mind, moonbat.
I'll be keeping an eye on the major news services to see who doesn't carry this today. permalink
Three Americans were killed in Gaza today by a bomb similar to the kind that are being used to kill American soldiers in Iraq. DEBKAfile, as always, has the most interesting commentary (albeit the least reliable), but I think they are at least right about it being a deliberate attack. It's a signal. But the question is, who sent it?
No, they weren't celebrating on 9/11. Those were lies and propaganda. Wonder how big the celebration will be today, and if they'll hand out sweets? Found this on the BBC:
Interestingly, I found this initial report from AP:
Once again, the illustration of the mendacity of palestinian spokesmen: Their lips were moving.
Here's the Ha'aretz analysis:
I don't see that the pals have any credibility left with the Bush administration, but it will be interesting to see the spin the pro-pals try to put on this one.
Some things to remember: Al Qaeda has been welcomed into the terroritories and has been working with the pals to make their bombs and methods deadlier. Palestinian terrorists have been captured in Iraq, working with the Ba'athists to kill Americans. Was this a first shot in a new front of terror against Americans? Perhaps. Is DEBKA correct when its analysts say Arafat wants to go out in a wave of terror? I wouldn't doubt that in the least. That is how he has lived his entire life. He stops the attacks only when he needs to do so to achieve something that he thinks he can't achieve through terror. Was this an attack meant for the IDF and "accidentally" targeting Americans?
No. The convoy was clearly marked, and it had palestinian security with it. Plus there was this:
They built a room to withstand the force of the explosion, from which they could run as soon as they set off the bomb. This one was planned long in advance, and as to how they knew when the target would be available: The convoy was escorted by palestinian security forces.
Arafat has more American blood on his hands. permalink
The latest stories are a day old, but still fascinating. The old fart does, indeed, appear to be on his last legs.
Go ahead, say it out loud. You know you want to: Albawaba! Albawaba! Albawaba!
Yeah, that's going to happen, because everyone knows that Arafat is the kind of guy who puts his people first, his own needs last.
Fight! Fight! Let's start a new Dead Pool: The Palestinian Civil War Dead Pool. See if you can predict who's still standing a year from Arafat's deathday.
Once again, how can you tell when a palestinian spokesperson is lying? Their lips are moving. permalink
Lynn B. has a boatload of worthy posts from the last week or so. Check out her latest, on the so-called "Geneva Agreement," which I'd been putting off writing about because, well, it would be as if some Dems went to the United Nations and tried to hammer out an agreement on Iraq. They have no power or authority with which to do so, and nothing that they achieved would be recognized by the President and the Repubs, and rightly so. The party in power is the party that has the authority to make agreements.
Then read this post, on Yom Kippur in 1973. Lynn was in Israel that year. That would be the year that Egypt and Syria invaded Israel on the holiest day of the Jewish year. (They call it the Ramadan War. We call it the Yom Kippur War. The world calls it the 1973 War.)
And there's also a post on the Liberty Bell being moved. I sawand touchedthe Liberty Bell on July 3rd about four or five years ago. You can't touch it anymore, not since that nutcase with a hammer tried to crack it some more. I found it to be a moving experience, but then, I maintain that the American Revolution is the second-greatest moment in the history of mankind, second only to the giving of the law at Mount Sinai. Which indirectly inspired the Revolution. The Bell itself quotes Leviticus.
You know, just keep scrolling down. Lynn's got a million of them.
I have also been neglecting Angie Schultz for a while, which is a huge mistake. Read this post, and especially the last grafs about the moron who said that Muslims discovered California (yeah, because those great Muslim navigators developed their sea legs while riding camels, "the ships of the desert," no doubt). And hey, that's exactly what I thought about the last Enterprise episode! (I was watching "Tarzan" with my mother and told her, "That guy's toast. He's going off the roof." She didn't believe me. "Mom, he's a redshirt." She knew what I meant.) permalink
I loved Gregg Easterbrook. I used to read Tuesday Morning Quarterback regularly, even though I stopped following football years ago, because Easterbrook made it extremely interesting and funny on a regular basis, and threw in a lot of Star Trek comments (though I could have lived without the babe references).
My first reaction on reading that last paragraph is: WTF? Did he just blame Jews for being greedy, money-grubbing Hollywood executives partly responsible for today's real-life violence? Did he just say that because of the Holocaust, Jews should know better than to allow films that depict mindless violence to be made on their watch? And is he actually implying in that last sentence that Jewish film executives are partly responsible for Muslim terrorism?
WTF? WTF? WTeffingF?
You know what, Easterbrook? Stick to football and bad science fiction. Because right now, you look like a totally bigoted ass. First you slam the Jews for worshipping money above all. Then you say that they should know better than to produce films where whole families are slaughtered, because whole families were exterminated by the Nazis, thereby drawing a parallel between, gee, fact and fiction.
If I follow that line of thought, I get confused. Is it only going to be a matter of time before there's a fictional Holocaust, or will the money-grubbing Jewish executives who distribute violent films cause real violence because of the violent messages they're sending?
That is one unbelievable ethical standard to hold Jews up to. That's right, the Jews have to be the most righteous among all nations, because six million of ours were slaughtered. Your logic is missing a crucial step here, though. The Jews weren't slaughtered in the Holocaust as a result of people reading the violent popular fiction of the day. The Jews were slaughtered because of bigotry and hatred.
Come to think of it, back in the 1930s, people were blaming Jews for being money-grubbing worshippers of the almighty deutschmark at the expense of the Fatherland's more moral Germans. So if one is going to draw a parallel here, one might draw one at Easterbrook's slap at Jewish movie executives, rather than comparing their financing of a film hack to drawing down the responsibility of Arab terrorism on their heads.
All the while, of course, giving the Hollywood Christian executives (and other religions) a complete pass.
You're out of bounds here, Easterbrook. I think an apology is in order.
It was a really long ride. There were accidents, and ensuing traffic, and stupid, stupid, stupid drivers, most of whom had New York or Pennsylvania plates.
I'm beat, and I have yet to catch up on last week's episode of Angel. More tomorrow. permalink
My trip to NJ is over. This morning, I'm off to the kosher butcher shop to fill my cooler with all the things that PETA hates me for. Actually, I'll be going to two shops: The one for the corned beef, and the one for everything else. If you live in NJ, nobody makes better corned beef than Zayda's on Irvington Avenue in South Orange. In fact, they also make the best latkes I've ever had outside of homemade. I used to make a regular run from Montclair to West Orange to South Orange and back to Montclair again, and get home with a car filled with delicious foods.
I may have to pass on the trip to Bloomfield for the bagels and Italian bread... oh, wait. Gencarelli's large round... mmmmm... Gencarelli's.... Okay. There's my one and only Homer imitation, and I'm making time for bread if I get up early enough. I'd like to be on the road by noon and home in time to cook my new foods for dinner.
Astonishingly, this story has gotten wide play:
Is a sea change occurring? Is the world finally beginning to recognize the PA for what it truly is?
I don't know, but I'm sure going to hope so. I'm a glass-half-full kinda person. permalink
All I can say about the new Simpsons Hit and Run game, which I purchased as a birthday gift for my nephew, is that it's effing hilarious, and I didn't even know they made games where the more stuff you break, the more money you win. It was hilarious watching my nephew have Homer Simpson beat up Todd Flanders and run over Principal Skinner's mother, though I admit I felt a bit guilty to be finding it so funny.
Better still, I discovered that Alex likes Tolkien, and bought and read the trilogy after seeing the movie. I think it's going to be very easy figuring out what to get him for Chanuka. He doesn't own the DVDs.
It was lovely being back in Montclair today, and especially in Bloomfield, having lunch at my favorite Chinese restaurant with Susanna Cornett. I miss Montclair. I miss the Hunan Palace, although not the service. It's always been subpar, but the food is always so good it's worth it. The scallion pancakes were superb today.
On the other hand, I did not miss the rest of NJ. As I left my mother's house, I was driving down Route 10. About five minutes into the drive, the police had blocked off both sides of the highway. They were detouring people off the highway. There was no construction, no event, no signage, no warning. Just get off the highway, and if you don't know a detour, tough. I was furious. It was in Denville, in Morris County. I've always loathed Morris County. I don't care how many people keep moving there, there's nothing but hick town after hick town, and their roads were designed from deer trails. Listen up, folks: You're not farmers anymore! Fix your effing roads, and your effing behavior!
Scott comes out with great essays from time to time, and when I find them, I link them. This one's pretty thought-provoking. I'm not sure I agree with much of it, but it's certainly a conversation starter.
Yeah, Tom, it does suck. But A for effort. I would like to say that when I was a young English major, my limericks sucked, too. But they didn't. I've always been good at parody. Poetry? I will never, ever, ever write a poem, not ever again. They sucked so bad I'm pretty sure there's a black hole somewhere in Maplewood, where I lived as a teenager. Oh, and for the rest of you: Check out the blogger limericks at Michele's, where you can also see the folks getting chewed out by the Doggerel Pundit. (My limerick, of course, is not included in his scold.) ((Yeah, I'm feeling particularly smug today. I don't know why, but I'm just going with it.))
I'm late to Vicky's blogiversary. Better late than never! Happy anniversary, Vicky.
Tom Paine has a fascinating commentary on the recent articles on Israel's intention to destroy Iran's nuclear plants when they show signs of being able to produce nuclear weapons.
Overall, it seems to be safe to go back to Silent Running. Wind Rider has stopped play-by-play blogging the Cubbies. Plus, there's a cute ferret picture on top. (Yeah, "cute ferret" does sound like a contradiction in terms, but hey.) 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.