Ya gotta watch out for the jawbone of an ass.
Of course, the greatest mass-murder in the Bible is God himself, who drowns the entire planet—men, woman, children, animals—save for those on Noah’s ark (as a side note, presumably fish, amphibians, and waterfowl made it through the flood fine, but I don’t think those are mentioned specifically).
What’s interesting is that 98% of those same scholars rank Bush’s presidency as a failure.
And let’s face it: when professional historians think that you’re doing a worse job than James Buchanan or Millard Fillmore, you’re obviously not doing something right.
It’s almost not parody.
As my friend Tam says, the torch relay is the best Olympic event of them all; it has the most drama….
Incidentally, I would like to point out that the whole Tibet situation, at least from the Chinese perspective, is somewhat more complicated than the West makes it out to be; while I am most emphatically not endorsing the activities of the PLA in Tibet at the moment, the fact is that from the Chinese perspective, the question of Tibetan sovereignty was settled sometime in the Ming Qing Dynasty, if not before. For the Chinese, the question of freedom for Tibet is a bit like the idea of returning the Great Plains to the Lakota for most Americans. Like I said, I’m just pointing out that the issue is somewhat more complicated than it may seem at first glance.
As a side note, it’s worth looking at Global Voices’ China page to get some feel for what people on the ground in China are thinking about this whole thing.
It’s an interesting confluence of politics (Super Tuesday) and religion (Shrove Tuesday, aka Fat Tuesday, aka Mardi Gras).
Fat Tuesday and St. Valentine’s Day occasionally fall on the same day, too, though given the wandering nature of the Easter calendar, I would suspect that it’s an infrequent occurance.
Are you giving anything up for Lent?
With the Iowa caucuses behind us now, the presidential race of 2008 has officially started. And that means…
Brian Hunter, Iraq War veteran and, writes a requiem for the last American soldier to die in Iraq:
Who can say where that last soldier is now, at this very moment? Kettlemen City. Turlock. Wichita. Fredricksburg. Omaha. Duluth. She may be in the truck idling beside us in traffic as we wait for the light to turn green. He may be ordering a slice of key lime pie at Denny’s, sitting at a booth with his friends after bowling all night. What name waits to be etched on a stone not yet erected in America? Somewhere out in the vast stretches of our country, somewhere out in Whitman’s America, out among the wide expanse of grasses, somewhere here among us the last soldier may lie dreaming in bed before the dawn as the sun sets over Iraq.
