Monday, May 31, 2004


Every now and then someone will say something so stupid and boneheaded, that it really pisses me off. Congratulations to a certain reader, who has become the latest to join the list. In response to the Doonesbury cartoon I posted yesterday, he left the following comment:

"Guess they have to put up more of them stone thingies in Washigton where the carv the names of fallen US soldiers.

I have to second solar in her opinion. Do you know that actually more civilians was killed bu US bombs in Afganistan than there was cevilians killed in the WTC attac? I wonder how many Iraqies have been killed so far."

First of all, is it really necessary for me to point out that the latest "stone thingie" in DC was built to honor the hundreds of thousands of Americans who died saving a certain continent's collective asses from the Germans? We didn't have to do that, you know. We could have just sat here on our side of the ocean minding our own business, inventing electricity, light bulbs, airplanes, cars, and toilet paper that doesn't have the consistency of sandpaper. Meanwhile the French, the Belgians, the Dutch, and everyone else in Europe could have sat on their side of the damn ocean learning to speak German. So for someone to make such an ignorant comment about the WWII Memorial goes beyond the pale.

Just because I am opposed to the war in Iraq and think that George "Dufus" Bush has royally f*cked up the United States's standing in the international community, don't assume for one minute that I am ashamed to be an American. This country has bailed out the rest of the world more than once, and very rarely do we get a word of thanks in response.

And don't attempt to make our actions in Afghanistan seem like a mistake. I don't particularly give a crap whether the civilian death count there is more or less than the number of people we lost on 9-11. This isn't a pissing contest in which we're somehow keeping score and get to go home when the magic number hits 3,000. The bottom line is that Afghanistan knowingly harbored the man who was responsible for those deaths. When they refused to give him up, we had no choice but to take the gloves off.

Yes, I think that it's terrible that innocent people die in a war. But you know what? A lot of innocent people were sitting at their desks on 9-11 drinking coffee and reading that day's "Dilbert" when a plane came flying their their offices. And in 1998 a lot of innocent people were just walking down the street in Dar es Salaam and Nairobi when truck bombs went off. And the carnage hasn't stopped since in the last two and a half years. The 200 innocent people commuting to work on those Spanish trains can attest to that, as can the almost 200 innocent people who died in the Bali nightclub bombing. The difference is that at least we try to avoid civilian deaths rather than deliberately targeting them.

Oh, and as far as the Afghan war is concerned, it was brilliantly executed. But now even that success is now being drawn into question because 1) the Taliban is reasserting itself and 2) we still don't have bin Laden.

Once it became apparent that we weren't going to find Osama in Afghanistan, we should have just given Musharaff $50 billion or so and told him to look the other way. Then we should have gone into western Pakistan and kicked some serious ass until someone eventually said enough is enough and decided to cough up bin Laden.

That brings me to the reason why I think Iraq has turned out to be such a mistake. First and foremost, the whole bloody affair has proven itself to be a costly diversion from the War on Terror. And anyone who argues otherwise is just plain ignorant. Iraq never had any terrorists--at least not until we went in there and got rid of Hussein. That's when it became like an amusement park when the ticket takers decide to go on strike! Terrorists began pouring across the borders from the left and from the right and from every other damn direction. And why? Because we didn't have enough troops on the ground to control the borders, much less the rest of the country. And why was that? Because Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz, Bush, and Cheney got cocky after their apparent success in Afghanistan and decided to ignore the warnings of people like Colin Powell and Anthony Zinni who said 1) don't invade Iraq and 2) you're going to need 400,000 troops if you do.

We had Hussein well contained with the no-fly zones that have been in place since 1991. And enough international pressure--consistently applied across the board--could have forced Hussein to allow the UN inspectors to continue to do their jobs. Two years ago Bush had the credibility and stature to pull that off.

Some people have used the argument that Saddam would have just expelled the inspectors again. Well, while that's certainly possible, it's also unlikely. Hussein was shrewd enough to realize that Bush wasn't Clinton.

Bill may have been popular with the chicks, but he was also a pussy when it came to international relations. The man should have gone after bin Laden after the attacks on the African embassies--and later the USS Cole--but he didn't, further perpetuating the image of the United States as a paper tiger. That image of the US being too timid to strike back further contributed to the attacks of 9-11.

Which brings me back to my original point: Why the hell are we wasting our time, our resources, our money, and the lives of our troops in Iraq? Bush wants to transform something? Fine! Those assets and precious lives could have been much better used in transforming Afghanistan. Most importantly, we would have probably had bin Laden by now.

I was never particularly a fan of Michael Moore. And I thought his speech at the Oscars last year was a disgrace. But my opinion of him has recently changed a great deal. I heard an interview of him shortly after his film, Fahrenheit 911, won at Cannes. Someone asked what he would have done after 9-11. And Moore's reply? "I would have gone after the man who killed 3000 people."

Amen to that.

Sunday, May 30, 2004

Friday, May 28, 2004

Putting It In Perspective


Blue Eyed Soul
A number of people have told me that there is a reward being offered for blue eyed cicadas (normally their eyes are red). One person said it was $500, another said it was $1000, and I've even heard $10,000. One guy went as far as to tell me that there are "only 625 of them."

Being the cynic I am--though I admit to buying into the whole WMD thing--I told them all that it there's no such critter as a cicada with blue eyes, and that the whole thing is one of those silly internet rumors that people fall for, like that whole Atkins Diet thing.

Still, since I consider myself to be a self-appointed internationally renown cicada expert who once tried to mate with one, I thought I should check into this story further. And as it turns out, I was half right.

Some cicadas do, in fact, have blue eyes. The best guess is that maybe 1% of the total population does.

Alas, there is no reward, however. No one seems to be sure how the rumor started, except that it was supposedly Johns Hopkins University offering it. A spokesperson for the university said not only is the story NOT true, but their biology department doesn't even have an entomologist on the staff.

But enough of what OTHER experts have discovered. Let's talk about my own, personal research into the habits of these little guys.

First of all, you know how nuns in a convent will sometimes synchronize their menstrual cycles? Well, I've found that cicadas do the same thing.

No, not with their menstrual cycles. As far as I've been able to tell, they don't even have periods. And that theory is based on the observation that no female cicada has ever sent her boyfriend out to buy tampons. However, if you a large number of them in close proximity--say within a single tree, or clump of trees--their singing becomes synchronized. You can actually hear the volume rise and ebb every 10 seconds or so.

And an individual cicada kind of sounds like a foghorn. It makes a longer, higher pitched sound, and then a shorter, lower pitched one.

I became so intrigued by these generalized observations that I decided to tag along with a male cicada as he made his rounds. We'll call him Charlie.... Yes, Charlie the Cicada.

Like males of most species, Charlie likes to meet his women in bars. Fortunately, cicadas have a pretty extensive network of drinking establishments. This is certainly understandable, since who among us wouldn't resort to large amounts of alcohol if we knew we only had another two weeks to live?

And fortunately their drinking age is 17.

Charlie: (Approaching a female cicada at the bar) Hey baby, come here often?

Female 1: Get lost.

Charlie: Uh, sure. (Turning to a different female) Hey, baby, What's your sign?

Female 2: What are you, stupid or something? Every last one of us hatched in the second week of August, 1987, and you're asking what sign I am!?!

Charlie: (Approaching a third female) If I told you have a beautiful pair of wings, would you flutter them for me?

Female 3: (Throws drink in Charlie's face) Loser.

(Charlie suddenly realizes he's in a lesbian cicada bar. Decides to try his luck up the street)

Charlie: Say, you have the most beautiful, beadiest red eyes I've ever seen.

Female 4: Thanks! Wanna f*ck?

Charlie: Okay.

(Ten seconds go by...)

Female 4: WOW!!! You were the best of the 372 guys I've mated with today!! Will you call me tomorrow?

Charlie: Uh, yeah, sure thing, baby. Seeya!!!

Female 4: Let me give you my phone number.... HEY!! COME BACK!!

(While flying across the street, Charlie is squashed by a car windshield)

Thursday, May 27, 2004

Always Blame The Bug

The nation's capital remains at the mercy of an overwhelming force: Cicadas. The little buggers, once considered harmless by Democrats overly concerned with civil liberties, have recently begun to take on a much more aggressive attitude.

In a recent incident that could easily have turned out tragically, a woman was backing out of her driveway when a cicada--hellbent on causing death and destruction--attacked her. Helpless in the face of this random attack out of the blue, the motorist lost control of her car, took out a fire hydrant, and flooded her entire street.

While the incident looks like nothing more than a fluke accident, the FBI is nonetheless investigating whether the accused insect has ties to the notorious terrorist group Al Ciqaeda.


---------------Non Sequitor


Hanging Chads
Congratulations are in order for Fantasia Barrino, the preliminary winner of this year's American Idol competition. What's curious, however, is that while last night's finale drew just over 25 million viewers, over 60 million votes were supposedly cast. How is this possible? Were the votes tallied in Florida or something?

In fact, several of the competitions have resulted in controversial results and charges of improper voting.

Thank God our national elections aren't run so sloppily.

One also has to wonder about the quality and character of the people drawn to this show. Specifically, did anyone bother do a criminal background check on last year's runner up, Clay Aiken? This is a man who has won the hearts of millions of young female fans, but can he be trusted? Has anyone bothered to closely examine the lyrics of his big hit, "Invisible?"

It contains lines such as "I wish I could be a fly on your wall" and "If I was invisible, then I could just watch you in your room."

Invisible indeed!! This pervert has written a love ballad promoting stalking, for crying out loud!!

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Hey Baby

I was hanging out in a bar last night when a woman--whom I had never seen before in my life--walks up to me and said, "Is that a cicada in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

Needless to say, I was quite flattered.... Until I remembered that cicadas are only an inch and a half long.

Tuesday, May 25, 2004

Tarnished Jewel

Jewel recently put on a concert in New Hampshire that can only be described as bizarre. The singer went off on several rants during her performance, insulted the audience, and then yodeled for her encore.

Now I don't mean to jump to any conclusions here, but anyone care to make a prediction as to how long before she ends up in rehab?



Hard as it is to believe, the cicadas are louder and even more plentiful than last week. In many neighborhoods, with the sound measuring above 90 decibels, it is virtually impossible to stay outside for any substantial length of time.

There has been a lot of talk about how some people actually eat these things, and I had been somewhat reluctant to experiment in that regard. However, now that it's apparent that the little lovable fellas are not likely to end up on the endangered species list anytime soon, I decided to take the plunge and try a cicada sandwich.

Unfortunately, things didn't quite work out as planned. They kept crawling off the bread and flying away.

Monday, May 24, 2004

The Joy of Discovery
Judging by my windshield, the insides of cicadas are white and gooey.


Leaded Or Unleaded?
When most people hear the words "Washington DC," they immediately think of the nation's government, and picture a city populated by boneheaded bureaucrats who sit around making decisions independent of any concept of the real world.

And, well, yeah, okay, that's true.

But it's also a city of real, live people just like you and me. And aside from the President and the Congress and all the other federal bigwigs, there's a local city government that responds to the needs of the local citizenry.

And unfortunately, that local city government is also populated by boneheaded bureaucrats....

For several months now, the city has been trying to come to solve the problem of severe lead contamination of the drinking water. This problem has actually existed for the better part of two years now, but it was only recently that the general public learned about it.

There has been a lot of fingerpointing back and forth between the Mayor's office, the City Council, and various agencies responsible for the safety of what comes out of DC's faucets. No one has been able to figure out what's been going on. The only real solution any one had come up with was to run your water for 5-7 minutes before drinking it.

Well, so much for water conservation.... And don't even think about the effect this would have on your water bills!

But now comes word that the source of the lead may, in fact, be the water meters themselves!!

And these people want to be a state?!?!

Credit goes to Coptalk for the Gasbuddy button to your left.

Now if only I could find a similar feed giving the current status of the cicada invasion.....

Saturday, May 22, 2004

---------------Mike Luckovich, Atlanta Journal Constitution

Friday, May 21, 2004

Horny Little Bastards

The cicada invasion continues unabated, with thousands of terrified human forced to flee their homes as swarms of bloodthirsty cicadas swoop down and devour the slow and the weak.

Okay, so I'm exaggerating a bit.

It's only the Africanized killer cicadas that do that.

More and more neighborhoods seem to be coming "online" as the little guys continue to emerge and begin to sing. I first heard them last Sunday, but only in a couple of areas. Today, however, it seems like the emergence has moved a further out to the west of DC. But even areas that seemingly were being bypassed before are now being flooded by 17 year olds controlled only by their hormones.... Assuming, of course, insects have hormones.

And while their sound can be downright eerie, that's only when you're hearing a few million of them in the treetops from a distance. If you get one or two of them doing their business in your front yard, the sound becomes downright annoying, almost like a buzzsaw.... A sexually aroused buzzsaw.

This morning I came across what I initially thought was a dead cicada in a parking lot. I gave it a little poke just to make sure, and he--for want of a better term--"grunted" at me (guess that means he's a male, since they're the only ones who make noise). So I prodded him a bit more, and he made the noise again. I decided to a good deed and move him, and when I reached down, he took the initiative and latched onto my hand. So I'm watching this little red-eyed insectoid demon crawling around on me, and all the while he's making little grunting noises. That's when it hit me:

He was trying to mate with my finger! There are few things in this world more disturbing than a gay cicada.

I carried him over to the edge of the lot, and after a few tries, succeeded in flinging him towards some bushes.

Now I'm feeling strangely used and abandoned. You'd think he would at least call or write....

Thursday, May 20, 2004

Beam Me Up

One of the very few shows I watch regularly is Enterprise, which is the latest Star Trek series. As a longtime Trek fan, I feel duty bound to keep up with it. Plus, I'm part of a small group of six or so other Trekkers who watch it as well, and we take turns hosting each week's episode.

The show's ratings have been less than stellar, however, and there was some doubt as to whether or not it would be renewed. UPN has finally announced its fall lineup, and fortunately Enterprise made the cut. That good news was somewhat tempered, though, when it was also learned that Enterprise was moving to Fridays from its current Wednesday night slot. My friends--and no doubt many other Trek fans--seem to be interpreting that as a sign that this is its last season. Indeed, the original Star Trek ended its three year run in a Friday night slot on NBC.

Personally I'm not so sure. While it's true that Friday nights are the second lowest TV watching night of the week, that's only because most normal people go out and do things on weekends. They go on dates, go out to a bar, head for the movies, whatever.

However, we're talking about Trekkers in this case, and in general they are the most socially inept crowd in the universe. They have no reason to go out, because they have no actual lives of their own.

So while Enterprise may have been gathering only gathering only three million viewers a week, that same three million will keep watching it in its new time slot. And while three million viewers may be downright pathetic on a Wednesday night, it's not too bad on a Friday.

Wednesday, May 19, 2004

Need To Work On My Firewall

Uh-oh. Someone's been leaving cicada cookies in my computer.


Gas Pains
The average price of a gallon of regular gasoline has now passed the $2 mark in the United States.

So much for the cheap oil the anti-war protesters promised us.

Monday, May 17, 2004

A Gay Old Time
Massachusetts today became the first state in the US to officially recognize gay marriages.

At last report, the universe has not imploded, the planet has not reversed direction on its axis, the Earth has not opened up and swallowed the state, and fiery balls of brimstone have not rained from the heavens above. In short, life goes on.

There are, however, disturbing reports of dogs and cats living together.

Sunday, May 16, 2004

Hey Baby. Wanna Mate?

Okay, I'm content. Even though I'm yet to actually see one, the cicadas are definitely out. Today is the first day that you can actually hear the little guys. And if you've never experienced a cicada emergence, the sound is best described as the sound a flying saucer makes in a bad 1950's sci-fi movie. It's not exactly a buzz, nor is it quite a hum. And if they're in your neighborhood, there's no escaping the din.

The sound is only made by the male cicada through a pair of drumlike organs called tymbals, and its sole purpose is to attract females to mate with.

This isn't surprising. Chicks always go for musicians.

Saturday, May 15, 2004

Hung Like aA Horse

Well, congratulations are in order for Smarty Jones for winning today's Preakness. He is now two thirds of the way to becoming the first Triple Crown winner since 1978.

The final leg of the Crown--the Belmont Stakes--is on June 5. In the meantime, we'll have to endure three weeks of the media's non-stop Triple Crown hype. Then again, maybe it will finally give them something to talk about other than those pictures of naked and tortured cicadas.


Conditional Support
Vietnam has been found to contain substantial deposits of oil. Most Americans, tired of paying two bucks for a gallon of gas, would no doubt support an invasion in an effort to get their oil.

Provided, of course, Vietnam doesn't become another Iraq.


Birds Of A Feather
Take a close look at the two birds this image. Examine them closely, watch their habits, study the subtle differences in their behavior, and take notes if necessary. See if you can tell which bird is the male and which one is the female. It can be done, even by a novice with virtually no skills in bird watching.

Friday, May 14, 2004

Don't Bug Me, Man

A lot of people are beginning to complain that despite all the talk about cicadas, no one seems to have actually seen one yet. True, there are plenty of the discarded shells they leave behind after molting, but where are the final products? Quite frankly, if these things don't start turning up as promised by the authorities, an armed insurgency may result.

---------------Drew Sheneman, Newark Star Ledger

Now I'm no entomologist, though I do play one on TV, but my guess is that so far only a small percentage of the total population has emerged. And these early ones, since there are so few of them, are much more likely to be picked off by birds or crazy Frenchmen. But in a few more days, after the remaining billions have ascended into the outside world, there will be far too many of them for their predators to handle.

Either that, or they're hiding alongside Saddam's weapons of mass destruction.

Thursday, May 13, 2004

---------------Gary Varvel, Indianapolis Star


Close Encounters
Mexican air force planes recently encountered--and filmed--11 UFO's. The mysterious lights surrounded the plane, which also picked up several of the objects on radar.

If true, this is absolutely stunning news that will force humanity to rethink the natural order of the universe. I mean, who would ever have thought Mexico had an air force?

Wednesday, May 12, 2004

"It" Lives

Everyone has been so busy talking about the cicadas that another frightnening species has snuck up behind us and bitten us on our collective behinds. The northern snakehead fish, native to parts of China, has turned up in a Virginia tributary of the Potomac River. The bizarre creature, which is capable of walking short distances on land (which led to its being dubbed "Frankenfish"), caused quite a stir when it was found in a Maryland pond a couple of years ago. That pond was was eventually poisoned and pumped dry by wildlife officials in an effort to eradicate the aquatic interloper.

The concern is that the northern snakehead has no natural predators in North America, and with its voracious appetite, it would rapidly wipe out other, native species normally found in our waters.

And if that weren't bad enough, this so-called Frankenfish, if it's hungry enough, will devour squirrels, cats, and small dogs. It considers young children a delicacy. It will dig up your garden in search of grubs to eat. If thirsty, it will crawl up into your engine compartment and chew through your radiator hose in search of water. When travelling in packs, the snakehead can chase down cattle and carjack automobiles. It will park in handicapped spaces without a permit. If there is a zoo nearby, it will attempt to mate with an elephant just to impress his buddies. It will break into your house, go through your CD collection, and switch the discs around. It will log onto your computer, surf porn sites (it prefers high speed internet connections, so if you have dial-up service, you should be okay), and order embarrassing sex toys in your name. It will use your credit card numbers to log onto eBay and bid on fish supplies. It will steal your DVD player, pawn it, and use the money to buy bottled water. It will raid your refrigerator and leave the door open when done, thereby running up your electric bill. It will show up at cocktail parties, get roaring drunk, and hit on your wife or husband. Then it will loudly sing lewd love songs. It will go the grocery store and boldly butt into the express line with 16 items. It will become the chairman of a large, respected company and run it into the ground until it implodes in a cloud of accounting scandals. After feasting on fresh poodle, it will dive back into the water without waiting a full hour. It is believed to ties to Al Qaeda.

Unfortunately, it does not eat cicadas.

This is indeed a scary animal. Pray that government officials are successful in eradicating it....


Tuesday, May 11, 2004

But No Buttery Aftertaste

It appears that my skepticism about the whole cicada thing being a clever ploy by the Bush Administration to take our minds off the calamity known as Iraq may have been unfounded. This morning I did find the outer husk of a cicada that had recently emerged from the ground.

The outer skin was thinner than paper and quite light. Perhaps the best way to describe is to compare it to the stuff you find leftover in the bottom of a bucket of popcorn. Not the actual leftover kernals themselves, but their outer skins you sometimes see in there.

They kind of taste alike, too.

Can You Give Me A Hand?

Northern Virginia was the recent scene of a horrible attack in which a 16 year old's hands were severed by a machete. Fortunately, surgeons were able to reattach the youth's hands, though it is not yet known how much of their use he will be able to recover.

It remains unclear how the victim was able to carry his hands to the hospital.

Monday, May 10, 2004

Where Oh Where Are The Cicadas?
There's still no widespread emergence of cicadas yet, so I'm starting to think this whole thing is some sort of scam perpetrated by Dick Cheney and his cronies at Halliburton.

Does anyone know if they own any bug spray companies?

Everyone's A Critic
One literary critic has already said that Bill Clinton's upcoming memoirs are expected to sell as well as any of the Harry Potter books.

This really isn't all that surprising if you consider how much Bill and Harry have in common. For example, both are immensely popular, both are world famous, and both have had experience living with witches.

Saturday, May 08, 2004

---------------Mike Thompson, Detroit Free Press

Friday, May 07, 2004

Bugger Off
Though I haven't seen or heard any myself yet, a few cicadas have emerged to wreak terror upon an unsuspecting public. Well, okay, maybe not ENTIRELY unsuspecting, since the advance press coverage of this has become every bit as incessant as the mating cry of the little buggers soon will be. Still, it's a safe bit that when they do come out in force, there will still be people out there wondering what's going on. Must be nice to stagger through life perpetually oblivious to the world around you.

With the temperatures expected to be well into the 80's for the next several days, bugologists (people who study bugs, you ninny) are saying the cicadas will be come out in full force some time this weekend.

Personally, I'm looking forward to the impending invasion. I'll be able to save big bucks on my food bills for the next month or so. My only concern how cicadas fit into the Atkins Diet. I certainly wouldn't want to throw my carb intake out of whack!

Though I don't consider myself a tree hugger, I am intrigued by these little guys. How do they know when their 17 years is up? Do they keep little calendars in their underground burrows? And if so, how do they read them? With little teeny tiny flashlights? And what did they do before Thomas Edison invented the light bulb? Or Fred Eveready developed the flashlight?

As with women in general, I've given up trying to understand Mother Nature.


Thursday, May 06, 2004

Friends No More

Well, tonight is the big farewell for Friends. It's a shame, too, since there are so few quality shows on TV. So much of the drivel that clutters our airways deals with groups of young, attractive people who hang with one another at preppie coffee shops in some big city that it's ridiculous.

That's why I'll miss Friends, and the way Joey, Ross and Chandler used to gather at the Bada Bing Club to decide to wack next. And you could always count on Phoebe, Rachel, and Monica to be dancing naked on the stage behind them.

Wait.... Am I getting my TV shows mixed up again?

Wednesday, May 05, 2004

Cinco de Miracle Whip
Today is Cinco de Mayo, which commerates the Mexican Army's victory over the French at the Battle of Puebla in 1862.

Jeez.... Is there anyone out there the French haven't surrendered to?

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

Celebrity Finance
With his house on the verge of foreclosure, Don Johnson has filed for bankruptcy. According to court records, the actor owes $930, 000 to various creditors.

Johnson says he'll be able to get out of the hole just as soon as he begins collecting checks for his new series, Law & Order: Special Washed Up Overdressed TV Cops Who Look Like They Haven't Shaved In Four Days Unit.

Singer turned frightening sexpot Courtney Love has also revealed that she owes millions of dollars as well. She claims, however, that she was swindled out of her money, and that her world famous cocaine habit had nothing to do with it. "I found out my dog walker was making $100,000," says Love, wiping her nose between snorts.

For his part, the dog walker claims he deserved the money because of the constant snarling, biting, humping of strangers' legs, and defecating in the middle of public sidewalks. "But at least the dog was well behaved," he adds.

Monday, May 03, 2004


Words can not properly express the disgust I feel towards the soldiers who abused those Iraqi prisoners. They should be thoroughly ashamed of themselves for having bought such disgrace upon themselves, upon their uniforms, and upon themselves. And the excuse of not having been "properly trained" holds no water, for this is not a matter of not knowing "procedure." This is a question of common sense, and using the brains God gave each and every one of us.

I mean, if they wanted to abuse the inmates, that's fine. I have no problem with that in and of itself. Likewise, the Iraqis seemed to have no problem hanging burned American corpses from bridges after dragging them through the streets, so why should I care about the treatment of live prisoners?

But what gets me about this story is that the soldiers photographed themselves heaping abuse on their charges!!!!! What the hell were they thinking? Did these people learn nothing from the Paris Hilton fiasco? Just how did they arrive at the brilliant tactical decision of pulling out a camera? Never, EVER leave photograhic evidence that can come back to haunt you!!! Most of all, what does it say about the American educational system that people this stupid were allowed to graduate from high school?

"Hey, Sarge! I just had a brainstorm! Let's take pictures of ourselves abusing the prisoners!"

"Why, that's a GREAT idea, Private! I'm putting you in for a promotion!"

And what's the deal with the chick that shows up in some of the photos? What's her name, and how long until she ends up on Letterman? You know it's just a matter of time till we find out what her name is. Then it will become a race between Playboy and Penthouse for the honors to show her in all her glory.

Despite the bad first impression she's presented the entire world, I'm sure she's a very nice person. But does she have trouble getting dates? I can see how some guys might be just a bit intimidated by her personals ad:

SWF enjoys long moonlit walks on the beach, music, romantic movies, & climbing on piles of naked, sweat-soaked, screaming, handcuffed men.

Yeah, I'll be answering that one.

Saturday, May 01, 2004

Run for the Roses
Tolday is the 130th running of the Kentucky Derby, and for the first time jockeys will be allowed to wear advertising. Some critics say this is a blatant attempt by the horse racing industry to be more like NASCAR, whose own drivers have long worn ads for various sponsers.

Still, I don't see a bunch of animals running in circles approaching the excitement of, say, the Daytona 500. Unless, of course, two horses happen to bump rounding a turn and begin cartwheeling down the track in a flaming ball of twisted steel, burning rubber, and mangled bodies.