Targetting innocent civilians . . .

Notice the last of the report — the neighborhood was okay until Hezbollah moved in. Then the jets came and tore the place up.

Worth reading . . .

Bill Whittle’s chapter one is up, here.  It’s worth a look.

One Mideast solution . . .

I see that the Palestinian Prime Minister, a Mister Haniyeh, who is a member of Hamas and therefore a terrorist by association, has managed to get his press coverage. He wants United States Secretary of State Rice to force — force, mind you — Israel to stop trying to exterminate Hezbollah members in Lebanon who are shooting rockets into Israel. All the Hezbollah rockets somehow manage to miss Israeli military targets while falling to ground where there are Israeli civilians.

Yeah, and I want Tom Cruise to force Sweden to speak Fwench.

Due Process in the corps . . .

This could get all the anti-military types upset all over again.

Not.

t seems our U.S. military finds due process to be a burden and an impediment, so defense counsel is being denied access to information and witnesses. Oh, the accused can have a lawyer but the lawyer just won’t be permitted to do much by way of preparation.

But at least this isn’t a shameful violation of international law or anything upsetting like that.
Why not, you may ask? Because the accused is not our enemy: he wears a United States of America uniform.

And that should make it all okay. So we probably won’t hear much about this from — let’s just call them the usual suspects.

News of tatoos you can use . . .

I’ve been thinking about tatoos.  Mostly, I thought it might be a good idea if my wife and I were to get tatoos, just to shock and embarass our children.  I mean, what are parents for if not to shock and embarass their children?

So, I had the idea that a tatoo announcing that hell has officially frozen over might be entertaining, now that my son has finally proposed to his intended bride.

After all.  About two thirds of all the people I see have tatoos; why not my wife and I?

But it occurred to me that in thirty or forty years, we are going to have a whole lot of little old ladies with tatoos on their bony, old lady butts.  Wrinkly tatoos.
So I said nevermind.

International Law of Atomic Energy, ‘n Stuff . . .

This post asked me to pass on the word, so I am doing so.  It doesn’t look good that we are depending on the United Nations Atomic Energy Inspection Agency.  Remember, we had to go through the same thing in Iraq, until Hans Blix stepped up to the plate.