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Friday, January 24, 2003

Life imitating Mandy Patinkin Memorable thoughts from Jason Leopold To prove this point, go back to December 1999 when Bush was still governor of Texas and wasn't even the Republican candidate for president yet. Back then, Bush Jr. had said that if elected president he would use military force to "take out" Hussein and Iraq's alleged weapons of mass destruction. Bush said publicly last year that Saddam Hussein tried to kill his father, George H. W. Bush, when he was president a decade ago as if that should be reason enough to attack Iraq. But Bush still can't prove that Iraq poses a threat to the United States. Memorable dialogue from The Princess Bride  Inigo Montoya: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father: prepare to die. Now, offer me money. [slices Count Rugen's cheek] Count Rugen: Yes. Inigo Montoya: Power too. Promise me that. [slices Count Rugen's other cheek] Count Rugen: All that I have and more. Please... Inigo Montoya: Offer me everything I ask for. Count Rugen: Any thing you want. Inigo Montoya: I want my father back, you son of bitch. [stabs and kills Count Rugan] 4:21:47 PM    comment []

Why We Fight! Gerhard Schröder dyes his hair Iraq has committed unabashed plagiarism It's not about oil!  NOT ABOUT OIL. It's TOO LATE to stop!...there's No Turning Back Now. Now it's karaoke time! Put on your jumpsuit, grab the mike, and sing along with Elvis! I'm a steamroller baby I'm 'bout to roll all over you I'm a steamroller baby I'm 'bout to roll all over you I'm gonna inject your soul With sweet rock'n'roll, poor heaven I'm a cement mixer A churning urn of burning funk I'm a cement mixer A churning urn of burning funk A hefty hunk, steaming junk I'm a steamroller baby I'm 'bout to roll over you I'm a steamroller baby I'm 'bout to roll over you I'm gonna inject your soul With some sweet rock'n'roll And shoot you full of rhythm and blues I'm a napalm-bomb Guaranteed to blow your mind I'm a napalm-bomb Guaranteed to blow your mind If I can't have your love now baby There won't be nothing left behind 5:51:14 AM    comment []

Selkirk Grace, Puddin’ Race, Whisky Case Some hae meat and cannot eat. Some cannot eat that want it: But we hae meat and we can eat, Sae let the Lord be thankit.   (thanks to Janice for helping me get this right, somehow my previous version came out all twisted - without the assistance of a single malt!) So, innocently enough, begins the traditional Burns’ Supper. Things go downhill quickly after that, at least for haggisphobes, but a bit more Burns, Address To A Haggis, precedes the ceremonial cutting, beginning with these words:  Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o the puddin'-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang's my arm.  And then:  It's customary for the company to applaud the speaker then stand and toast the haggis with a glass of whisky.   Now it all makes sense. When it’s freezin’ cold outside, as it generally is “on or about January 25”, no holidays in sight, doesn’t it make good sense to have a genuinely silly party with lots of whisky toasts? Like Eleanor Roosevelt said, “It’s better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.” You can probably even skip the haggis, if it’s too difficult to find. 5:08:15 AM    comment []