OUR SECRET VICTORY IN AFGHANISTAN
The last thing America's Traitor Media would report is that we are winning in Afghanistan. Yet that's what's happening. NATO forces - combining US, Canadian, Australian, Polish soldiers plus 1,000 French (!) - have been rolling up the Taliban in a ball over the last several months. The "resurgent" Taliban that Democrats like John Kerry claimed today (9/14) are "running amok across entire regions" of Afghanistan are in reality being wiped out. Victory over them is quite near. Taliban guerrillas are being killed by the gross - dozens, scores, at a time, hundreds a week. Over 500 have been killed in one single district (Panjwayi) west of Kandahar (the main city in southern Afghanistan) in the past two weeks alone. It's being called The Great Taliban Turkey Shoot.
THE BEST AND WORST IN IRAQ
"Roger Ramadi" is the pseudonym of a high-ranking Marine intelligence officer currently serving in Iraq. To The Point just received his "sitrep" of the best and the worst in Anbar Province, Iraq's "Wild West." Worst City in al-Anbar Province -- Ramadi, hands down. The provincial capital of 400,000 people. Killed over 1,000 insurgents in there since we arrived in February. Every day is a nasty gun battle. They blast us with giant bombs in the road, snipers, mortars and small arms. We blast them with tanks, attack helicopters, artillery, our snipers (much better than theirs), and every weapon that an infantryman can carry. Every day. Incredibly, I rarely see Ramadi in the news. We have as many attacks out here in the west as Baghdad. Yet, Baghdad has 7 million people, we have just 1.2 million. Per capita, al-Anbar province is the most violent place in Iraq by several orders of magnitude. I suppose it was no accident that the Marines were assigned this area in 2003. Best Chuck Norris Moment -- 13 May. Bad Guys arrived at the government center in the small town of Kubaysah to kidnap the town mayor, since they have a problem with any form of government that does not include regular beheadings and women wearing burqahs. There were seven of them. As they brought the mayor out to put him in a pick-up truck to take him off to be beheaded (on video, as usual), one of the bad Guys put down his machinegun so that he could tie the mayor's hands. The mayor took the opportunity to pick up the machinegun and drill five of the Bad Guys. The other two ran away. One of the dead Bad Guys was on our top twenty wanted list. Like they say, you can't fight City Hall. Most Surreal Moment -- Watching Marines arrive at my detention facility and unload a truck load of flex-cuffed midgets. 26 to be exact. I had put the word out earlier in the day to the Marines in Fallujah that we were looking for Bad Guy X, who was described as a midget. Little did I know that Fallujah was home to a small community of midgets, who banded together for support since they were considered as social outcasts. The Marines were anxious to get back to the midget colony to bring in the rest of the midget suspects, but I called off the search, figuring Bad Guy X was long gone on his short legs after seeing his companions rounded up by the giant infidels.
THE COST OF HUBRIS AND GAS
Over a bottle of Di Majo Norante Sangiovese Tuscan red wine last night, the chiefs of staff for two Republican Senators, the chief of staff of a Democrat Congressman, and I bantered over the fate of Capitol Hill. The Democrat was crowing over soon-to-be Speaker Pelosi and Judiciary Committee Chairman John Conyers, who could hardly wait to launch impeachment proceedings against President Bush. The Republicans enjoyed their wine and let him crow. Then one of them lowered the boom. "Dream all you want," he said, "but on November 7, gas will be way below $2 a gallon and you'll be kissing your majority goodbye."
ADVENTURE 2007
Ever dream of going on a classic private-tented safari in Africa, to witness the world's greatest wildlife spectacle - the Great Migration of over a million animals across the Serengeti Plains - by day, and enjoy fine wines and gourmet food by a campfire at night with lions coughing in the distance? Ever dream of standing on the sea-ice of the frozen Arctic Ocean right at the North Pole, the very axis of the earth, while the entire planet revolves underneath you and the sun circles around you in constant daylight - and celebrating the moment with Dom Perignon champagne and beluga caviar? Ever dream of going to a place so remote and mysterious that few people have ever heard of it, a place that has been closed to outsiders for years and still needs a special permit to visit, a place tucked into a hidden corner of Asia with Tibetan monasteries, incredibly colorful primitive tribes who have never seen a Westerner, and white-water rafting through jungles full of tigers and cloudy leopards? Ever dream of standing on a glacier at the most scenic spot on planet earth surrounded by mountains over 26,000 feet high including K2 (28,250'), helicoptering to a tiny kingdom inhabited by the world's longest-lived people, driving by jeep track to villages peopled by descendants of the troops of Alexander the Great, then reaching the fabled Khyber Pass securely protected by Afridi tribesmen who have pledged their lives to you? Each one of these dreams can come true for you next year, 2007.
IS YOUR ISP HELPING THE FEDS SPY ON YOU?
Although I live in Israel, I'm writing this from the American point of view, with the help of Web searches and articles and my cousins. Here's the bottom line: The privacy of your data may depend on how you connect to the Internet. My cousin is a longtime DSL customer of the ISP now known as AT&T. He's been following with concern the coverage of AT&T's recently revised privacy policy. The most startling revision to the policy is found under the "Legal Obligations/Fraud" heading: "While your Account Information may be personal to you, these records constitute business records that are owned by AT&T. As such, AT&T may disclose such records to protect its legitimate business interests, safeguard others, or respond to legal process."
THE FRAUD OF THE RED CROSS AMBULANCE
His face swathed in bandages, Kassem Shalan had a chilling tale to tell the journalists who gathered around his bedside in the Jebel Amil hospital, where he was being treated for minor shrapnel wounds. As he was loading patients into his ambulance from another in the village of Qana, Lebanon, on July 23, both were attacked by an Israeli Apache helicopter: "There was a boom, a big fire, and I was thrown backwards," Mr. Shalan told Time magazine. Curiously, he then told Martin Chulov, Middle East correspondent for the Australian newspaper, a very different story. Mr. Shalan said he was driving the ambulance when it was struck by the Israeli missile, and was "spared more serious injuries by the armored vest he was wearing and the driver's canopy that protected him from a direct hit." "He remembers nothing after the flash and bang of the missile then the crunch of the crash as his ambulance veered off the road," Mr. Chulov said then.
THE MONA LISA AS AN ANTI-TERRORIST WEAPON
This has totally nothing to do with Dan Brown's ridiculous nonsense he made up for The Da Vinci Code. It has everything to do with the most famous smile in the history of art. Oceans of ink have been wasted on the "mystery" of Mona Lisa's smile - when for anyone familiar with Renaissance culture it was no mystery at all. Leonardo painted her smile as expressing the essence of the Renaissance, and the painting became famous because it was recognized as such by the participants of that culture. What follows is an explanation of that mystery and essence - and how we can use it to scare and intimidate the hell out of Moslem Jihadis with the Mona Lisa.
Chapter Twenty-Seven: “I SHALL CUT OFF CORTEZ’S EARS!”
The Jade Steps Chapter Twenty-Seven: "I Shall Cut Off Cortez's Ears!" Over the next several weeks, the Spaniards marveled at how the Mesheeka accepted the loss of their gods. Perhaps, they surmised, it was because the Mesheeka had been taught by their priests that if the gods were not fed the blood of human hearts, the sun would not rise and the world would collapse into darkness and chaos. Day after day, week after week, there were no sacrifices and the sun kept rising. Maybe the priests were wrong. Maybe the new gods of the strangers were more powerful than the ones of old. Malinali heard these whispers, and did her best to encourage these thoughts among the Mesheeka. Then one afternoon, a worried Orteguilla came to see Malinali. "Doña Marina, I am afraid Montezuma is plotting something. He has been having meetings in secret with several of his nobles, which I am not allowed to hear. He keeps talking about how he must be free of his prison so he can perform the ceremonies of Tlacaxipeualiztli (tlah-kashee-pay-ooh-ah-leesh-tlee). What does this mean?" "It means the Aztec month of Tlacaxipeualiztli is about to begin. Sacrifices must be made to the god Xipe so plants will grow. Montezuma and the highest nobles must impersonate the gods in a sacred dance wearing a particular costume." She paused, sighed, and put her hand gently on the young boy's. "Thank you, Orteguilla, for coming to me and telling me of this. The costume Montezuma and the nobles wear for the dance is made of human skins, flayed from the bodies of captives. Tlacaxipeualiztli means The Flaying of Men."
FRYING PANS AND FIRES
We've all heard the expression "Out of the frying pan and into the fire," to go from bad to worse than bad. The question of the moment in America is: Will that be what voters do on November 7? Congress's summer recess ended this week, with Congressistas, Senatorials, and their staffers flooding back into town. The mood on Capitol Hill is not upbeat. The Pubbies know what a lousy job they've done, the Demmies terrified the voters will figure out they are a lousy alternative. That's why the electorate is in such a lousy mood: Let's see, frying pan or fire? An example of how demoralized conservative Republicans are in Congress was the shouting match that took place this morning during the GOP Caucus, a weekly meeting of all Republicans in Congress.
WHY WOULD ANY DECENT HUMAN BEING SUPPORT THE UNITED NATIONS?
[Tibor Machan and I have been friends for almost 40 years. I remember when he taught at Cal-State - and reminded him, when I read his column, that back then I had a bumper sticker on my car that simply said: CommUNism.] In 1972, I was not rehired at the Department of Philosophy of the California State University, Bakersfield, even though I fulfilled the requirement of finishing my dissertation and obtaining my PhD to be reappointed. I was mystified - I had a good publication record, my teaching went quite well as a beginner. So what was up? I had a friend in the office. She checked out the secret records they could still keep on people back then and learned that those records contained something totally irrelevant to my qualifications. I had written a letter to the editor of the local paper, The Bakersfield Californian, in which I argued that the United Nations is mostly a coercive international organization that lacks any moral or even political legitimacy.