Courtesty of Atrios comes an article citing the Congressman who added Freedom Fries to the menu at the U.s. House cafeteria: He wishes to disgorge his commitment. Walter Jones Jr., a North Carolina Republican, headed a development to free any hint of the war-restricting French from names of nourishment things delighted in by flexibility cherishing Americans.
Jones, who speaks to the locale with the state’s biggest military supporters, says the U.s. went to war "with no legitimization." Tells the agent who lines his foyer with appearances of the fallen: "On the off chance that we were given falsehood purposefully by individuals in this organization, to submit the power to send young men, and in a few examples young ladies, to go into Iraq, that’s isn't right. Congress must be come clean."
Atrios cuts him no slack: The true story is that he was playing to local people then and he’s playing to them now
One week in, and we’ve made some quick companions: Enthuses the Classical Values blog:
Yes, its pleasant that the Inky now has a website called "Blinq." But its not the first occasion when I've seen the Establishment jumping on board the dissident temporary fad. For a considerable length of time I developed usual to spotting odd new road designs grow up in spots like Berkeley and San Francisco, just to see them available to be purchased after six months in "accumulations" at Macy's (while the fashionable people proceeded onward to new shocks). This is somewhat like Mcdonalds beginning a "Moderate Food" division.
Inquirer news person Gaiutra Bahadur used a few months reporting in Iraq, and some work that most individuals never saw shows up in her blog, called A Brooder in Baghdad. There's fatigue, dread and disappointment, hazard. Different parts catch something brief and dazzling:
Baghdad is a loud place.
You hear Black Hawk helicopters buzzing overhead always. Aeration and cooling systems murmur on. Generators stun. Auto horns make a racket at hurry hour. Furthermore from time to time something will go pop-pop-pop out there. Alternately crash. On the other hand blast. Contingent upon what sort of weapon or assault it is.
At the point when the sun goes down, the muezzin's bring to supplication to God echoes over amplifiers. Allaaaah-u-Akbar. It's trancelike.
What's more, shockingly, fledglings have continued chattering amidst military helicopters, rifles and the motors of power.
One has even based a home on my overhang. It's tucked close to the rope should utilization to scale the side of the inn if need be. (Wonderwooooman!) It was incoherent and sweet to discover two elliptical eggs and their dusty white guardian, looking carefully at me from the trees outside my window.
My most loved perusing originate from sites not one or the other red no blue yet surprising swirls of shade. Divine beings Are Bored, another online journal, composed by Anne Johnson, a suburban Philadelphia mother and part of the not really new Daughters of the American Revolution, goes for the individuals who would club others with their religious devotion. An early focus of this lady who portrays herself as a "cat loving, homo-cherishing, professional union, compel and-use liberal:" Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist, R-Tenn.
In the event that you need to proceed onward to the White House, you'll need to move beyond me. I'm not gonna stow away in a tree and take pot shots at you, I'm simply gonna restrict you. On the off chance that you climb at any rate, and get Roe v. Wade toppled by your politically motivated justices "of confidence," I'll giggle as your entire world fails spectacularly in a tremendous liberal backfire that will bring me, besides everything else, the legitimate pot that will facilitate my Alzheimer's.
Would like to think not.
In the event that I do, will I be astonished in the event that he's succeeded by a gay president? Not a bit.
Again to the French... Ever caution to the contamination of their tongue by the English dialect, they have concocted an acceptible word for online journal. Boing reports that the Journal Officiel has closed the best possible handle is "bloc notes. Meant English, it means note cushion, or, if quickness is needed, the basic "bloc"
Jones, who speaks to the locale with the state’s biggest military supporters, says the U.s. went to war "with no legitimization." Tells the agent who lines his foyer with appearances of the fallen: "On the off chance that we were given falsehood purposefully by individuals in this organization, to submit the power to send young men, and in a few examples young ladies, to go into Iraq, that’s isn't right. Congress must be come clean."
Atrios cuts him no slack: The true story is that he was playing to local people then and he’s playing to them now
One week in, and we’ve made some quick companions: Enthuses the Classical Values blog:
Yes, its pleasant that the Inky now has a website called "Blinq." But its not the first occasion when I've seen the Establishment jumping on board the dissident temporary fad. For a considerable length of time I developed usual to spotting odd new road designs grow up in spots like Berkeley and San Francisco, just to see them available to be purchased after six months in "accumulations" at Macy's (while the fashionable people proceeded onward to new shocks). This is somewhat like Mcdonalds beginning a "Moderate Food" division.
Inquirer news person Gaiutra Bahadur used a few months reporting in Iraq, and some work that most individuals never saw shows up in her blog, called A Brooder in Baghdad. There's fatigue, dread and disappointment, hazard. Different parts catch something brief and dazzling:
Baghdad is a loud place.
You hear Black Hawk helicopters buzzing overhead always. Aeration and cooling systems murmur on. Generators stun. Auto horns make a racket at hurry hour. Furthermore from time to time something will go pop-pop-pop out there. Alternately crash. On the other hand blast. Contingent upon what sort of weapon or assault it is.
At the point when the sun goes down, the muezzin's bring to supplication to God echoes over amplifiers. Allaaaah-u-Akbar. It's trancelike.
What's more, shockingly, fledglings have continued chattering amidst military helicopters, rifles and the motors of power.
One has even based a home on my overhang. It's tucked close to the rope should utilization to scale the side of the inn if need be. (Wonderwooooman!) It was incoherent and sweet to discover two elliptical eggs and their dusty white guardian, looking carefully at me from the trees outside my window.
My most loved perusing originate from sites not one or the other red no blue yet surprising swirls of shade. Divine beings Are Bored, another online journal, composed by Anne Johnson, a suburban Philadelphia mother and part of the not really new Daughters of the American Revolution, goes for the individuals who would club others with their religious devotion. An early focus of this lady who portrays herself as a "cat loving, homo-cherishing, professional union, compel and-use liberal:" Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist, R-Tenn.
In the event that you need to proceed onward to the White House, you'll need to move beyond me. I'm not gonna stow away in a tree and take pot shots at you, I'm simply gonna restrict you. On the off chance that you climb at any rate, and get Roe v. Wade toppled by your politically motivated justices "of confidence," I'll giggle as your entire world fails spectacularly in a tremendous liberal backfire that will bring me, besides everything else, the legitimate pot that will facilitate my Alzheimer's.
Would like to think not.
In the event that I do, will I be astonished in the event that he's succeeded by a gay president? Not a bit.
Again to the French... Ever caution to the contamination of their tongue by the English dialect, they have concocted an acceptible word for online journal. Boing reports that the Journal Officiel has closed the best possible handle is "bloc notes. Meant English, it means note cushion, or, if quickness is needed, the basic "bloc"
