The Orlando Sentinel;
It’s called the Boyfriend Arm Pillow, and that’s pretty much what it is. A big pillow complete with a shoulder crook, a comforting arm and a nice blue shirt with a pocket. It’s not as long as a full-body pillow, but the manlike features of this lovable cotton ball must be appealing to single women because the “boyfriends” have become quite popular in Japan.
Mr. Pillow not only comes with his own shirts for those ladies who feel compelled to dress their guys, but he also has a soothing, vibrating arm function that will comfort a woman into a blissful slumber.
I’m thinking that vibrating thing could get damned annoying.
For all the arguable advantages with outsourcing, some tasks should probably remain in house.
Eight London hospitals are using or negotiating to use the services of Omnimedical which employs a pool of secretaries in India to transcribe letters from tapes dictated by consultants.
Information about a patient’s “phlebitis [vein inflammation] left leg” was typed out as “flea bite his left leg”. A “below knee amputation” was transcribed as “baloney amputation” and “eustachian tube [in the ear] malfunction” was given as “Euston station tube malfunction”.
Of corset maybe defaultive the dock tarsand righting.
“Michael Moore would not need armed guards around him 24 hours a day if that film had no impact,” says Lee, who spoke to Moore a few days ago. “He’s not happy about it, with his life being threatened. I wouldn’t be happy either.” [emphasis mine – ed ]
Someone alert the NRA.
This has the makings of one fine promotional ad.
via Right Wing News
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Matt Drudge has a leaked transcript up. It’s not pretty. One would think that with all that time to think about his accusations, Moore would have a more skilled response ready. OTOH, I think O’Reilly missed the boat by not dismissing Moore’s “send your children” faux question.
Nobody is sending “children” to Iraq. They are adults, professional soldiers and all are volunteers.
It’s the Palestinians who send their children to war.
Toronto star writer, Antonio Zerbisias, pops in to comment on Bob Tarantino’s blog. With her favorite pet troll at her side. A snippet;
(And Bob, don’t cum all over your keyboard because I am posting here. Marc Weisblott suggested I pop over here into your little playpen for a laugh.)
I can see why they pay her the big bucks.
Oh. Did I miss a letter? Oh well….
Michael Moore, in A July 4th op-ed for the LA Times;
But, in high school, things changed. Nine boys from my school came back home from Vietnam in boxes. Draped over each coffin was the American flag. I knew that they also had made a sacrifice. But their sacrifice wasn’t for their country: They were sent to die by men who lied to them.
For some reason that intrigued me: “nine boys from my school”. So I googled around, and found the Casualty list for the Vietnam War. There were six casualties from Davison, Michigan. (He didn�t go to high school in Flint. He didn�t live in Flint. You knew that, right? He lived in a suburb.) They weren’t boys. They were men. The earliest was killed in 1967, and there were two casualties in that year. Two in 1969, one in 1968, and one in 1970. Moore was born in 1954, so he would have entered high school in 1969, after which there were four casualties. (One of which died of a heart attack.) Two were drafted, incidentally. The rest – if I’m reading the site correctly – appeared to have enlisted.
Just so we’re not throwing them around as props, we should give their names. They were Gary Thompson, Martin Scott, David Bonesteel, Howard Doyle, David Ex, and Lowell Holden.
This, of course, is why Mr.Ambush Schlockumentary will only grant interviews when he can screen the questions in advance.
Lileks concludes – “There you have it. He wants the flag to stand for clean water. This from a man who waddles up to the deep well of American freedom, fumbles with his zipper, and pisses in it.”
Go read the whole gory dissection.
Via Drudge, in the latest and hopefully, last, installment of this strange “captured, deserted, lured beheaded, not beheaded, hoax?” missing US marine story, Cpl. Wassef Ali Hassoun is safe and appears to be in good health. The AP is reporting he is in US custody in the Beirut embassy.
That’s good news for his family, regardless of how the story eventually shakes out.
During the Vietnam War, U.S. emigration to Canada surged as thousands of young men, often accompanied by wives or girlfriends, moved to avoid the draft. But every year since 1977, more Canadians have emigrated to the United States than vice versa – the 2001 figures were 5,894 Americans moving north, 30,203 Canadians moving south.
So for every six potential Conservative voters Canada loses it gets one Liberal back. That must have had an impact last night.
Jaeger sees it from the opposite direction.
Yeah, and we lose so many potential opinion leaders, too, not just voters. There are just so many academics, writers, businessmen and others who simply decide it’s easier to just leave rather than fight against the stale liberal consensus in Canada. Why put up with the abuse? Consider this hit piece on the Calgary School of political philosophy in the Globe. They actually refer to these accomplished academics who dare to be conservative as The Calgary Mafia. Why put up with such abuse when they could be taken seriously in Chicago?
Something to consider, the next time you hear our Liberal politicians spout off about the superiority of Canadian social programs and economic policies to those of the big bad neighbor to the south.
Adjusted for our population differencials, the impact it has on our two countries means that for every American who moves up here, 60 Canadians leave. So much for our superior health care system, “stonger” economy and social safety nets.
Crossposted at the Shotgun
Today is officially Tax Freedom Day in Saskatchewan. That means that the average taxpayer has finished working for the governments of various levels, and may now earn their first penny of true family income.
Tax Freedom Day for Canada as a whole falls on June 28th. Monday, the 28th of June, happens to be the date of the federal election.
Isn’t it ironic?
Half the year, we work to pay taxes. But, don’t be bogged down by negativity. Be positive. The glass isn’t half empty, as they say. It’s half full.
“Glass half full.”
Say it over and over until you can visualize it. Then, on Monday, go down to the voting booths, and remember which two parties are actively campaigning that it’s un-Canadian to lower taxes.
You should know what to do with that glass.
Via Sean at Pol:Spy a worthwhile petition for Canadians to consider.
In accordance with your statement of May 26,2004 as reported in the Ottawa Citizen:
�I�ve got a record of doing what I say I�m going to do and I�m telling you in this case, I�m going to do exactly what we�re saying we�re going to do.�
…we, your constituents, are formally calling upon you to honour a past commitment you made to Canadians and that was reported in the Montreal Gazette on April 4, 1990:
�I would abolish the GST.�
As you are now our Prime Minister, the authority needed to keep this promise — abolishing the Goods and Services Tax — is yours.
You said it, and we’re holding you to it.
Via Rush Limbaugh, Front Page Magazine uncovers the connections between the intelligence wall erected between the CIA and FBI – and the investigation that was going on by those agencies into criminal Chinese involvement in Democratic campaign funding.
When Gorelick took office in 1994, the CIA was reeling from the news that a Russian spy had been found in CIA ranks, and Congress was hungry for a quick fix. A month after Gorelick was sworn in, Bill Clinton issued Presidential Decision Directive 24. PDD 24 put intelligence gathering under the direct control of the president’s National Security Council, and ultimately the White House, through a four-level, top-down chain of command set up to govern (that is, stifle) intelligence sharing and cooperation between intelligence agencies. From the moment the directive was implemented, intelligence sharing became a bureaucratic nightmare that required negotiating a befuddling bureaucracy that stopped directly at the President’s office.
The result was a massive bureaucratic roadblock for the CIA – which at the time had a vast lead on the FBI in foreign intelligence – and for the FBI itself, which was also forced to report to the NCOB. This hampered cooperation between the two entities. All this occurred at a time when both agencies were working separate ends of investigations that would eventually implicate China in technology transfers and the Democratic Party in a Chinese campaign cash grab.
A year after PDD 24, with the new bureaucratic structure loaded with administration appointees, Gorelick drafted the 1995 memo Attorney General John Ashcroft mentioned while testifying before the 9/11 Commission. The Gorelick memo, and other supporting memos released in recent weeks, not only created walls within the intelligence agencies that prevented information sharing among their own agents, but effectively walled these agencies off from each other and from outside contact with the U.S. prosecutors instrumental in helping them gather the evidence needed to make the case for criminal charges.
It is no coincidence that this occurred at the same time both the FBI and the CIA were churning up evidence damaging to the Democratic Party, its fundraisers, the Chinese and ultimately the Clinton administration itself. Between 1994 and the 1996 election, as Chinese dollars poured into Democratic coffers, Clinton struggled to reopen high-tech trade to China. Had agents confirmed Chinese theft of weapons technology or its transfer of weapons technology to nations like Pakistan, Iran and Syria, Clinton would have been forced by law and international treaty to react.
Go read it all.
Beltway Traffic Jam
More on the Supreme Court decision to uphold laws limiting freedom of speech of interest groups during elections. If there is a single reason to have this current government defeated that trumps all others – it is this one. This is dangerous territory the party that brought us gun registration, “hate speech” laws, and taxpayer funded party campaigns have herded us into, and they know precisely what they are doing.
Bob Tarantino lets ‘er rip
Henceforth, a limited number of ideas are permissible in Canada during elections. Only those ideas mashed through the grinding wheels of party politics or backed by major media corporations are not verboten. Try to make your voice heard, be you conservative or communist, and you could go to jail. For trying to communicate. It’s just the beginning. Our government (executive, legislative, and judicial branches each) and the media have just told us we’re too stupid to possibly be able to parse “too much” information. They’ve just told us that henceforth they will be the ones to determine what we hear. Successive federal governments have desperately tried to silence opposition. Now, with the full support of a stacked judiciary, they’ve done just that. We. Just. Got. Fucked. And it’s just the beginning.
Go read it all.
And if I were involved in a well-funded organization, this is the moment I’d pour about twice the $3000 limit into a few ridings, and force this issue to the surface. Advertise the dangers of the law itself. Force them to lay charges and pull them down.
A billboard campaign that is targeted towards repeal of the very law that makes it illegal should be sufficient irony to garner attention. It should be done the moment the writ is dropped. Make this an election issue before Canadians go to the voting booths and make Paul Martin stammer to defend it.
Jan Wong has some enlightening tidbits on the Cecilia Zhang case. Taken from her family’s bedroom 5 months ago, the case was suspected to have been an abduction for profit. The 9 year old’s body was discovered this week in a wooded area in MIssissauga.
The family had rented out rooms to 20 students in the 5 years they’ve lived there. (On a not totally unrelated topic, just how does someone get away with turning a single family dwelling into an quasi apartment complex for Chinese students?) For reasons unknown, the Toronto police didn’t even bother looking for them all and are noncommital about reinterviewing those they have. They also ignored offers of assistance.
Asked specifically if Toronto police had received help in Toronto from mainland Chinese criminal investigators, Mr. Perry referred further questions to his successor. Mr. Cashman didn’t return a call seeking comment or a message left with the Toronto police communications department. Mr. Pugash said that while mainland Chinese police gave their ”co-operation” in locating people, they had not come to Toronto to assist police here.
After Mr. Perry’s retirement, Mr. Hart said he left e-mail and phone messages for Mr. Cashman. To make sure he had received the messages, Mr. Hart enlisted the help of an American friend with connections to the RCMP. He says Mr. Cashman finally called him back about five weeks ago.
”I was very unhappy with the ‘thanks, but no thanks’ call. They said, ‘We’re making great progress, and we have offers from all over the world,’ “‘ said Mr. Hart, who had offered to pay the costs of Mr. Duan’s air fare and hotel.
Experts in Chinese culture and history have said that Toronto police — and Cecilia’s parents — may have inadvertently violated a well- choreographed tradition: pay off the ransom quietly without ever alerting law enforcement. Instead, Cecilia’s mother, Sherry Xu, ran to school and then, at the principal’s suggestion, called the police.
Despite the apparent lack of progress, Mr. Cashman gave this warning to Cecilia’s killers. “As always, turn yourself in,” he said. ”We are coming. We are looking. We are going to find you. There are no stops. There is nothing we aren’t going to do to locate the individual responsible. My best advice is get a lawyer and call us.”
Another effective crime investigation tactic, I’m sure.
hat tip – Who Killed Theresa
I spoke with a friend in Ontario today, whose company has just struggled through a difficult period, and now, is being subjected to yet another audit.
It turns out this audit is on a reassessment they came up with during a previous audit. I’ve lost track of how many times this company has been subjected to federal or provincial tax scrutiny. They have never been found guilty of any misdeeds and on at least one occassion, claimed a substancial refund.
I not so jokingly suggested she tell them where to shove it, until they’re finished with the Liberal Party of Canada.
And then I suggested that if Ontario decides, yet again, to vote the bastards back into power, it’s time for a separation movement in the West.
No, not this separation movement.
Winds Of Change has a roundup of links about yesterday’s Madrid bombings. Among them is noted that Spain’s “311” was 911 days after “911”.
There’s a small padded room in my mind where I imagine the theories of the daft: OMG Bushitler did this, it’s part of a campaign to make us “afraid,” it’ll only get worse. That’s one take, from the foil-chapeau brigade, a decided minority. Then there’s the schadenfreuders: well, Spain supported the war in Iraq. Payback’s a bitch, eh? As if there was some sort of epiphany in the terrorist community: whoa, Spain is assisting the Crusaders now. I know it’s going out on a limb, but I propose adding Spain to the list of Western Christian polyglot democracies to destroy. All in favor, say aye. Of course one can say that the jihadists attacked Spain for its role, but to suggest that Spain earned this atrocity means that the two causes are morally indistinguishable.
To some, they are. To some, the act of “resistance” has such a romantic pull they cannot possibly renounce the use of flamboyant violence – until they find themselves in a train station on an average weekday morning, ears ringing, eyes clouded, looking down at their shirt, wondering why it’s so red all of a sudden.
Military analyst and historian extraordinaire…. VDH has a new blog.
While you’re at it, go read his essays at National Review.
Hockey was part of my growing up. Going to a hockey game when I was a kid meant cheering the Arcola-Kisbey Combines – which escalated into a (mostly) verbal blood feud if the opponant was the despised Carlyle Cougars, from the rival town to the east.
One end of the rink had a large lobby for the little kids and seniors who preferred to stay warm, the glass looking onto the ice surface protected by chain link. A hard shot could stretch the chain link enough to break a window, though that didn’t happen very often. When it did, the player responsible was legend for a month.
Most watched from the stands, in the cold – elbow to elbow, on 4 rows of wooden bleachers, drinking hot chocolate or coffee, shifting weight from leg to leg in a vain attempt to keep toes from freezing, yelling encouragement, insulting the enemy, cheering the goals.
Watching from the bleachers meant staying sharp and never taking your eye off the game – the wooden boards had no plexiglass, and you had to be ever ready to dodge a 60 mph puck. The reckless older boys stood against those boards, leaning over as far as their torsos would allow, to catch the action when it was at the other end of the rink – ducking and scrambling when the play returned to their own, and players body checked and thrown halfway over, sticks flying.
The moisture from our breath froze in the air and rose to the roof to form hoarfrost. The sound of skates carving ice, body checks, cheers and taunts echoed in the cold.
Sometimes there were fights, and nearly always they were fair, square and honorably fought. And sometimes there were injuries, but absent a freak accident, they were minor – the players had jobs, families or school to go back to in the morning. They were not paid. They kept the sticks down.
Between the periods, you waited as players first made their way off the ice and into their dressing rooms, and then you followed the rest of the crowd, shuffling politely into the warmth. You lined up for a home cooked burger and fries drenched in vinegar, salt and ketchup.
No one was paid for anything. Volunteers served as time keepers and referees, took in the gate, made the pies, served in the kitchen, cleaned the bathrooms, chaperoned the kids. Volunteers scraped the tortured ice with hand shovels and reflooded the surface in preparation for the next period. Many decades earlier, volunteers had built the rink. (They still do. When the rink burned down 2 years ago, volunteers raised the money and rebuilt it.)
That was hockey.
I haven’t been to a game for years. Not since they put the plexiglass up.