From the AP, we learn that for teens, sex and drugs frequently go together.
Clearly, more research is needed.
From the AP, we learn that for teens, sex and drugs frequently go together.
Clearly, more research is needed.
It’s no secret what we Heathen think of the bizarre, Kafka-esque “no-fly list” created in the wake of 9/11; it’s a system and notion positively brimming with opportunities for abuse, and one that seems utterly allergic to transparency.
Now the troubles have extended to Senators, so perhaps something will be done.
Clerical error puts Kennedy on “no fly” list CAPITOL HILL The Senate Judiciary Committee has heard this morning from one of its own about some of the problems with airline “no fly” watch lists. Massachusetts Democrat Ted Kennedy says he had a close encounter with the lists when trying to take the U-S Airways shuttle out of Washington to Boston. The ticket agent wouldnt let him on the plane. His name was on the list — in error. After a flurry of phone calls, Kennedy was able to fly home, but then the same thing happened coming back to Washington. Kennedy says it took three calls to Homeland Security Secretary Tom Ridge to get his name stricken from the list. The process took several weeks, in all. And Kennedy asks — what about the little guy? AP
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Kos points out that while both candidates were in Portland last week, their events were rather different in character.
Falling Water, done in Lego.
Case in point: AT & T’s guidelines for “Sweeping, General”. (Via Limon)
Alan Keyes wants to end the direct election of Senators on the grounds that it somehow erodes the sovereign role of the states. Presumably, this means he thinks “states” are made up of something other than “voters.”
Some rock-throwing LA kids inadvertantly angered 120,000 bees from a colony large enough that it had compromised the structural integrity of the building housing it.
If you’ll excuse us, we have to go have an enormous attack of the heebie jeebies now. And also pay the Terminex bill.
A New Jersey girl has had her first communion declared invalid because the wafer in question was gluten-free; said girl has celiac sprue disease and cannot therefore consume wheat-based products.
Way to distract from that ugly sex abuse scandal, Trenton Diocese!
So we’re fine, and the wedding is on, and will take place at the original location. On the other hand, Charlotte Country — south of Sarasota — is a disaster area, and lacks basic things like operational hospitals; additionally, hundreds of thousands of folks evacuated the lower areas of Sarasota and Tampa only to find themselves directly in the path of the storm, albeit a reduced, inland version.
But as for us and ours, we’re fine.
It’s now raining. Poorly dressed local weathermen breathlessly suggest the possibility that Charley may make the jump to storm manhood and claim Category 5 before landfall. Fortunately, it appears to have turned inland a bit to the south, thereby saving, among other things, Tampa Bay.
In other news, we’ve watched bad USA television, half of the Terminator, and something that involved Bob Newhart doing charades on stage with a monkey. Beer and rum supplies are holding up well, and we’ve discovered the couch can actually fold out into a bed.
So, all in all, things are looking up.
The California Supremes have summarily declared all of San Francisco’s same-sex marriages null and void.
The British equivalent of the RIAA is having a fit, largely because copyright law is working as intended — meaning Elvis’ “That’s All Right” is about to pass into the public domain (in January, 2005) after a reasonable period of exclusive copyright (fifty years). They’d like very much for this not to happen, just as Disney has managed to keep Mickey locked up with well-timed copyright extensions for years. Read this for more about why this is bad.
Robert X. Cringley has some interesting things to say about a study the Department of Justice had done regarding sentencing guidelines, and what effect they have on crime. The study found that longer sentences actually increase crime, though, so the DOJ buried it, and never mind the consequences, because it’s more important, I suppose, to lock people up than to work for a healthier society.
I hate people.
So, right now, it’s clear that 49 of the 50 states in our fair country are completely legitimate places to be, to drink, to watch people get married, etc.
We, of course, are in Florida. In Sarasota, actually. Theoretically, there’s a big wedding tomorrow, but Charley may have other plans. We’re waiting for the storm in a borrowed condo; we’ve got food, ice, towels, wireless Internet access, plus important shit like rum and beer. And, as I said, the plan is for there to be a wedding tomorrow, but the original location is now closed in will likely remain so given its location on the bay.
My friend Mike went to take a contract job in DC today. The flight was interesting.
Or something. As you must be aware by now, over the weekend it looks like they burned another covert operative by being either careless or incompetant (it doesn’t look like there’s a revenge angle on this one). Bill Clinton made a great point (on Letterman last week) about the difficulties of gathering human intelligence in the Arab world when you’ve spend the previous 50 years trying to perfect the art of blending in behind the Iron Curtain, but surely we can do better than this.
On the other hand, perhaps this could be the problem.
Had Sen. Shelby had his way during the Clinton years, he’d now be looking at a felony charge and jail time.
Fafblog on recent Iraqi events, including the bizarre tail of an Oregon National Guard unit who found some Iraqi prisoners being “freedom tickled” by their newly-sovereign captors, intervened, and were told by their commander to “return the prisoners to their abusers and immediately withdraw.”
This, children, is how we spread freedom and democracy.
Because we’d do shit like this.
According to a predictable source, Beasley, Canada now boasts the world’s first bigfoot hooker:
Fascinated by her incredible erotic powers, men are drawn to her like flies to honey. “Helen is over seven feet tall and covered with soft fur,” says frequent patron Jacques Barbette.
Or, they didn’t until recently. GOP backer, Washington Times owner, and cult leader Sun Yung Moon has sold his ex-soviet submarines to Kim Jong-Il. Freaking out yet?
Brad DeLong takes Easterbrook to task for a particularly stupid editorial from The New Republic about how physics is “mumbo jumbo” on account of it not making any sense to him. Easterbrook also makes it abundantly clear that he knows little and understands less about the nature of light, electromagnetism, and gravity.
You know, when this sort of thing is easy to research — I mean, it’s not like Google’s hard to use, and there’s an awful lot of printed material on the subject geared toward a lay audience. Ignorance is one thing; remaining so out of spite or some sort of suspician of “booklearnin'” is yet another.
We have not yet heard the worst of this story.
In January of this year, U.S. Army Maj. Gen. Anthony Taguba was ordered to investigate the actions of the military police at Abu Ghraib. The 53-page executive summary of his findings caused a sensation when it was leaked in April. The full report — 106 “annexes” composed of internal Army memos and e-mails, as well as sworn statements made by soldiers and detainees to the Army’s CID (Criminal Investigation Division) — shows the prison under siege and out of control. In violation of Army policy, Abu Ghraib was located in a war zone, where detainees and U.S. soldiers alike were under daily assault by mortars, rocket-propelled grenades and small-arms fire. Prisoners were regularly beaten, sodomized with broomsticks and police batons, terrorized by military attack dogs, and subjected to psychological torture, including at least one mock electrocution. Salon
Can you Shoot the Internet Cliche? Don’t hit the kittens!
I’ve been sitting on this link for days trying to find a way to explain it without going apoplectic, but I’m not sure there is one. Fafblog handles some commentary in their own inimitable way, of course, but I’d really love for someone to explain how this administration can appose the proliferation of WMDs so vehemently — hey, we went to WAR on the SUSPICIAN that Saddam had ’em — and yet also oppose the use of weapons inspectors, insisting verificationw as too expensive, too intrustive, and couldn’t guarantee compliance:
Administration officials declined to explain in detail how they believed U.S. security would be harmed by creating a plan to monitor the treaty. Arms-control specialists reacted negatively, saying the change in U.S. position will dramatically weaken any treaty and make it harder to prevent nuclear materials from falling into the hands of terrorists. Seattle Times
An unabashed, proud racist will be running for Congress in Tennessee this fall as a Republican, since he won the primary.
Rick “Superfreak” James, icon of funk, dead at 56. Once famous for his music, in recent years he’s been more famous for (a) serving time for assault and (b) being memorably lampooned by Dave Chappelle, who may play James in a biopic next year.
From Fafblog, we present the Legend of Benjamin Healy. A sample:
“They say no mortal woman was enough for him so he made one himself outta whiskey an liquors an ale,” says me. “An he loved her like a lumberjack made of eating loves a woman made of ham.”
Best. Blog. Evar.
The Illinois GOP have selected Alan Keyes as their whipping boy, er, candidate to run against Barack Obama. As noted yesterday, Keyes does not now, nor has he ever, lived in Illinois; we don’t have a problem with this ourselves, but some people do:
I deeply resent the destruction of federalism represented by Hillary Clinton’s willingness to go into a state she doesn’t even live in and pretend to represent people there. So I certainly wouldn’t imitate it.
Know who said that? Yup: ALAN KEYES (Fox News, March 17, 2000; Chicago Trib story cites this here, use ih8logins/ih8logins to access). This should be fun to watch, in a taunting-the-afflicted sort of way. Josh Marshall has a fun post on the subject today as well. I’m still at a loss to figure out what, exactly, the Illinois GOP think they’re going to accomplish.
The GOP is going all-out with their “Swift Boat Veterans for Truth” group whose central message is that Kerry somehow fudged his service record and, by inference, those troublesome decorations. Trouble is, none of these guys actually served WITH Kerry (NYT link sure to rot). In a cite sure to irritate Edgar, MediaMatters has actual citations of their somewhat troublesome relationship with the truth. Joe Conason in Salon has more on the subject from a May editorial.
On the other hand, the men who stood with Kerry at the convention represented 9 of the 10 surviving members of his two boats, a fact noted in the Wall Street Journal, of all places (here, but paid subscription required).
The really bizarre point here is, however, that the GOP is working to say Kerry’s war record isn’t all that, when you’d think they’d be avoiding this issue like the plague, given Dubya’s “service” in Alabama.
Today, August 5, is Chief NoGators/Heathen Legal Correspondent Triple-F’s birthday. We can’t tell you how old he is, but we CAN say it rhymes with “schwenty-nine”. (File foto)
Happy birthday, buddy. Have fun in Prague.
This year’s seen the debut of perhaps the funniest reality show yet, something we here at Heathen are calling “Who Wants To Be Obama’s Bitch,” but which the GOP calls “find a candidate to replace Jack Ryan who didn’t try to fuck anyone in public.”
They’re down to two candidates, having gotten “no” from such political luminaries as Mike Ditka. Bachelor number one is Alan Keyes, who’s never actually, you know, lived in Illinois (be not vexed; he can move there by election day and everything’s kosher); bachelor number two is Andrea Barthwell, who has a few interesting items on her resume.
During her brief stint at the drug czar’s office one of her most noteworthy accomplishments seems to have been getting written up in a “hostile workplace memorandum” for “lewd and abusive behavior.” Talking Points Memo
The winner of this little contest gets to spend acres of cash to try and catch Democratic wunderkind and apparent real-deal Barack Obama, who has $10MM in the bank and was leading pretty-boy candidate Jack Ryan by a substantial margin before Ryan withdrew under RNC pressure. I suppose it would be too straightforward for them simply to cede the seat, but does anyone really think Obama can be beaten in November?
Federal investigators have identified Alabama Sen. Richard Shelby as the source of a leak of classified information — that showed up on CNN. Way to go, Dick!
We’re sure this will get just as much play as the Berger story, natch.
Check out Billmon’s summary of the Halliburton investigation, and then try to convince yourself Cheney isn’t in it up to his beady little eyeballs.
(Josh Marshall has more.)
Way to go, Harris! Now, if you could just master makeup in such a way that you no longer resembled a cross between a demented clown, Tammy Fay, and a hooker, well, you’d be on to something.
No, really:
So, I was working on putting out my own CD and I had decided that it would be called Miscellaneous Heathen based on a picture my wife took of some religious wacko’s protest sign. [Ed: he means this guy, captured in this foto by Tom Tomorrow.] I decided that it might be a good idea to register MiscellaneousHeathen.com or MiscHeathen.com, so I looked them up and found to my dismay that someone had beat me to it. I hated you for having the temerity to think of it way before me. But then I checked out your website and all that hate floated away… and I could hear only birds singing… and see nothing but hearts and teddy bears and, of course, unicorns flying over brightly lit rainbows. In other words, I love your site or blog or whatever you call it. Because of you I have now seen the Shining in 30 Seconds (and performed by Bunnies). And I have found great sources of ACTUAL NEWS. Unbelievable. O.K. — lovefest over. Don’t worry, I won’t send Catherine Zeta Jones threatening letters because of you or anything. Sincerely,
John Hoskinson
www.JohnHoskinson.com
Granted, it’s only fanmail because he wanted the domain at first, but he does give us much grist for the slogan mill, like “Heathen: Unicorns flying over brightly lit rainbows” and such.
It was with some trepidation that we checked out Mr. Hoskinson’s audio samples, but we’re awful glad we did. We like the sound of his record, and we particularly enjoy the name he’s given it. All Hail the Heathen Brotherhood!
This is not a happy story, but it is a good story, and given the top entry on her weblog, it’s safe to say it’s not fiction.
Check this out; heretofore, “really big geode” meant “oh, the size of a basketball” not “sit inside it.”
Department of Justice attorney David Israelite told BusinessWeek that music “priacy” constitutes a national security risk. Oh boy.
While the mediascape was all atitter over the possibility that Clinton Adminstration National Security Adviser Sandy Berger took or destroyed some classified documents, no one appears to be in a hurry to point out that he’s been completely cleared of any wrongdoing.
Yesterday, we were accused of being overly cynical when we opined that we thought the new “terror alert” had much more to do with politics — and with Bush’s troublesome poll numbers — than with any real intelligence suggesting any increased danger in the northeast.
This morning, it’s widely reported that the information underlying this alert is primarily from before 9/11.
Much of the information that led the authorities to raise the terror alert at several large financial institutions in the New York City and Washington areas was three or four years old, intelligence and law enforcement officials said on Monday. They reported that they had not yet found concrete evidence that a terror plot or preparatory surveillance operations were still under way.
Fuck.
Think we live in a free market society? Think again.
Very short, very funny, science-fiction story about a potential first contact with an alien race. But from their side. Just read it.
Adrants is hosting some fine spoofs of DeBeers diamond ads. Enjoy.
Today, we present three odd things:
(Nos. 2 and 3 via Agent M)