From the AP today, news that some Muslims are horrified by the slaughter of (to date) 155 children by Chechen terrorists:
You will notice that the list does not include terrorist attacks in Israel.
Color me unimpressed.
Now that surprised me. He's actually using an accusation usually flung at Jews to describe his own people.
Blah, blah, blah. Say, let's Google Akef and see how moderate and peaceful a man he is. Oh, look what we found:
Jews are excluded from the list of those who have souls, I suppose. But back to the AP article: I sense a Zionist plot accusation coming on.
Yep, there you have it. The Joooooos were behind it. You know, I bet this guy's own brother could be found guilty of the deed, and he'd still say he was brainwashed by the Mossad to do it. So. Let's look at the words of the man who's one of the most influential clerics in all of Islam:
Say, does he extend that to Israelis?
I didn't think so. This guy's a bit of a puzzle, though.
On the other hand, he also said this:
Two out of three statements say that killing Jews is okay by him. Color me unsurprised.
I think, overall, I am unimpressed with the Muslim reaction to this. Time and again, the Muslim world seems to tolerate, if not approve of, suicide bombings against the West, and especially against Israel. A voice here and there speaking out just doesn't cut it. Not when Russia is burying hundreds of children. permalink | |
I have no problem at all with people exercising their First Amendment rights and protesting whatever they feel like protesting. I admit it pisses me off when it creates more traffic, which it did on more than one occasion when I worked in New York. But I have a record as a bit of a protester myself. I organized and led a protest that ultimately shut down the state college system of New Jersey for two days.
But I have to laugh at these statements by protesters:
You want to speak your piece, but you don't want to be taped doing it. At least, not by police, I presume.
Sam, Sam, Sam. Most of those protesters were out-of-towners. They don't get New York cops. And darn those cops, stopping protesters from doing whatever they wanted!
The Chechen "rebels" behind the Russian school hostage situation are Muslim Wahabbis.
There is something deeply wrong with monsters that take over schools and shoot fleeing children. Stan at Logic and Sanity has been updating from the Russian press for days; keep scrolling down to read the latest. The Russian press says over 150 children have been murdered.
The Russian situation is one that is familiar to Israelis. The world may have forgotten, but I have not. The palestinians have targeted children all alongthe Hatuel murder was not a new thing for them. In fact, kassam rockets landed near a kindergarten in Sderot yet again.
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Be careful what you wish for, I. Okay, so I mentioned below that I'd give up a whole lock of hair for discounted Mallomars. Knowing how diverse a group of readers I have, I know at least one of you laughed your head off when you read that. Because when I went to the medical center to give them the sample, that's exactly what they took: A huge, honking lock of hair four inches long from the back of my head. I am not exaggerating when I tell you I was extremely upset. When I was in fifth grade, my mother told me I was just getting a trim. She told the beautician to give me a Sassoon cut. He did this without my being able to see what he was doing, because they kept me away from the mirror deliberately. For those who don't know what a Sassoon cut is, it's short. Really short. Really, REALLY short. And it did not help that the first thing one of my classmates said the next morning was, "Meryl! What happened to your hair!" I burst into tears.
Come to think of it, that's probably why I grew my hair below my waist (in fact, it was below my butt) as a teenager. As soon as I got old enough so that my mother couldn't dictated my hair length (which was actually sixth grade, come to think of it), I let it grow. And grow. And grow. My hair is soft, fine, full, and grows between half an inch and an inch per month. It's one of my best features. I love it.
I hate the company that made me lose a hank of it. They damned well better have some good products in that discount store.
Be careful what you wish for, II. Never, ever, ever make the mistake I did. If your windshield needs to be replaced, do not go with the cheap guys. Unfortunately, I learned that by experience. Every so oftenin fact, just last weekI was telling the story and saying that I wished another pebble would crack my windshield so I'd have to replace it. Only this time, I'd call my Chrysler dealer, ask them who they use, and get those guys.
So now I have a crack in the middle of my windshield, because a rock got flung up at it this afternoon, and the problem with Jeep windshields is that they're at nearly ninety degree angles. Deflection is not often the result. Sigh.
Because it's his job, dammit! Tig has a hairball in his stomach. I know he has a hairball in his stomach. How do I know this? Because he's been throwing up all evening. Then he eats again. Then he throws it up again. Inside. Outside. Inside. Outside. Last time, I caught him, threw him out, then got a bottle of water and forgot not to step in the water on the patio. I was in my stocking feet. And may I say: Sigh.
Because it's her job, dammit! Gracie has been playing "Show me how much you love me" with me. She's been giving me her imperious mew, which is actually a yowl, and translated, means: "Get your ass upstairs and play with me this instant." Since I'm ignoring her imperious mew, she came downstairs and played "I want to go out. No, I don't. Yes, I do. No, I don't" for about ten minutes, until I finally started ignoring her again. Then, of course, she went outside. Now she's inside and Tig is outside, probably throwing up. What-ever.
Bugs, bugs, bugs. Ew. Bugs. So it seems that every time I let Gracie or Tig in or out, a mosquito, or one of those things that looks a giant mosquito, comes in. Well, I kill them as I can, but last night, there was some kind of mosquito convention in my house or something. I looked up and saw them all over my ceiling and goddammit, there's more now. Except now I don't think they're mosquitoes. They're not buzzing around me, they're flying around on the ceiling and hanging on the walls. Or they would be, except I keep smashing them with a newspaper. I don't know what they are. I frankly don't care. I just don't want them in my home.
I'd show you pictures of them, but they're rather squished now.
Just killed another one. And may I repeat my mantra for the night: Sigh.
French imports destroyed the Farmer's Market. Tropical Depression Gaston, which dumped up to 14 inches of rain on us in 12 hours, is preventing Sarah and me from our weekly trip to the Farmer's Market. This is our last Thursday with all four children, too. Next week the two older boys are back in school, and Thursday returns to being Twinsday.
Well, since we can't go to the Farmer's Market in Shockoe Bottom, we're going to see a bunch of giant Presidents' heads.
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More proof that the Europeans are funding palestinian terrorists:
Russian terrorists are holding hundreds of schoolchildren hostage, and Russia has just upped its protection of all nuclear facilities. Via LGF, a blogger who is translating the Russian reports for us.
Russiaand the worldis reaping the product of the refusal to acknowledge that terrorism in any cause is terrorism, whether the people are "oppressed" or not. The world's anti-Israel policy has reached around to bite it in the ass.
Israel is about to launch attacks on Hamas in Syria, I think. Between this AP article, and Israeli sources saying they're going to hit Hamas leaders wherever they are makes me think that the Mossad is going to get very, very active soon. Go get 'em, guys.
And now, I'm going to give up a strand of my hair for a drug test, which a certain area company requires for potential employees. However, this job may entail my being able to get discounted Mallomars. I'd give up a whole lock of hair for that. permalink | |
Actually, it's the news, and getting up at 6 a.m.
Raincheck? Tomorrow, I'll post more.
Here are a few thoughts, though: I think the Israeli "spy" scandal stinks to high heaven, and was a deliberate leak to discredit President Bush and his advisers, as well as Israel.
I will post on Friday my essay on why I no longer consider myself a liberal.
Look at these pictures of Shockoe Bottom, the hardest-hit section of the city. (Click on the link below "Photo Gallery.") No Farmer's Market for Sarah and me this week.
The pals are inhuman monsters.
The power just went out in my apartment. Sigh. Luckily, I have a candle and pack of matches on the table from last night, when the power threatened to go out. Okay. Time to find more candles, shut down the computer, and read by candlelight.
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I had to get to the bank earlier this evening, but forgot my camera. No matter, thoughit's really too dark to catch much with a digital camera, and frankly, I headed straight home after getting gas. It was windy and pouring rain; roads all over the area are flooded, and tornado watches and warnings were throughout the area. Funnel clouds were sighted in the two adjacent counties to me. So I went home to dry out and discovered that my parking space was taken and my parking lot was flooding. There were no more spaces. Grrr. Luckily, after driving around a bit, I came back to my area, intending to park on the grass, when someone pulled out in front of my building.
The lake has gone down considerably. I went out to take some pictures and stood ankle-deep on the speed bump, looking at water that was at least calf-deep a few feet away. I can smell smoke. Something's burning. The power flickered several times, enough so that I put a candle and matchbook nearby, but so far, the power hasn't gone out.
The stories of the closures seem endless. I-95 was under five feet of water, and a woman had to be rescued. Traffic was stopped in both directions. A friend of mine happens to be travelling by train to Williamsburg tonight; she's been sitting on the tracks outside Richmond since five p.m. It's now nearly eleven.
The outer wall of a historic church, the one in which Patrick Henry gave his well-known "Give me liberty, or give me death" speech, collapsed. (Not the church, the outer wall.) Shockoe Bottom, the place where the tobacco barges used to offload their cargo, flooded again. More than 20 people were trapped in Bottoms Up, a pizza place in the Bottom, as the water rose some five feet and floated away cars in the parking lots. Every major highway in the Richmond area has at least one portion of it closed due to flooding. I watched in awe as Commerce Road disappeared under a tide of water, and as the rain came down in sheets, I wondered if I'd be able to get out of the parking lot, Jeep or no Jeep. The ride home was horrible. The torrents didn't let up, and every road had puddles encroaching into the roadways. The Richmond area got more than ten inches of rain in some eight or nine hours. Our rainfall was already some six to eight inches above average. Gaston's addition broke the record.
Worst of all, the Chesterfield County Fair was shut down, and my niece was deeply disappointed that she couldn't go today. Oh, well. There's always tomorrow. Or better Wednesday, when the field may actually be dry.
I'm temping again tomorrow, and hoping that the water will be gone. The good news is I can bring my laptop, and if there's a phone line, I can get in some blogs from work. I got permission from the administrator who called for a temp. Cushy job, this one. I sit down and read or blog all day, stopping only to give a map and directions to the new office location for the company. And they're not only okay with that, but told me I could bring in a small TV if I liked. Too bad it's only for one more day.
But then, that's the French in him.
Here's where I was earlier today.
Take a look where that fire engine is. It's Commerce Road in Richmond. The water is up to its wheels. At this point, the water in the parking lot was about three feet behind my Jeep. The flood actually receded a bit to the point where you could see the grassy island between the sides of Commerce. There were many, many floods on the way home, including the street leading into my apartment complex. We've got four to six inches of rain to date, are expecting another one to four, and funnel clouds have been seen in several nearby counties.
Route I-95 is closed in both directions outside Belvidere. It's flooded out.
I have to go back out. I must get to the bank today. So I'm off to Lake Midlothian, otherwise known as Midlothian Turnpike. Wish me luck.
I think I'll bring my camera. This picture was taken by Joseph, the nice young man who owns the black Jeep parked next to mine. He emailed it to me so I'd have it for the weblog. Ain't technology grand? Stay tuned for more pictures.
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I simply don't want to focus on anything newsy today.
These Bald Eagles were at Busch Gardens. Have fun in the comments making up a caption.
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