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Total US troop deaths in Iraq to date (09/01/07) since 03/20/03: 3739

From 05/02/03 through 06/28/04: 718

From 06/29/04 through 01/30/05: 579

From 01/31/05 through 12/14/05: 715

From 12/15/05 through 01/31/07: 933

From 02/01/07: 653

(Sources: US Dept. of Defense, Iraq Coalition Casualty Count)

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Friday, January 30, 2004
 
CETACEAN'S REVENGE: Quite a display on the streets of Tainan, Taiwan, as biology takes its course. Warning: if you transport a 60-ton sperm whale through your city in open-air fashion, you must consider the consequences. Scroll all the way down the original article for some extra-cheesy sexual references.


Wednesday, January 28, 2004

Tuesday, January 27, 2004
 
For those of you who missed it, here is Thomas Pynchon's voice from his guest spot on The Simpsons episode of Jan. 25th, "Diatribe of a Mad Housewife." Yeah, he sounds about 67 years old. Tom Clancy's spot is also included at no extra charge.


Monday, January 26, 2004
 
Did somebody say "ever-hardening nipples"? That's nothing. Ladies and gentlemen, the Chief Executive of the United States wants you to know that "I need some ribs...I'm hungry and I'm going to order some ribs...I'm ordering ribs. David, do you need a rib?" It was January 22 in Roswell, New Mexico and George W. Bush really wanted those fucking ribs! Way to zing the press corps, Mr. President....Thanks to Hot Buttered Death for linking to the most unsettling display of presidential humor and/or arrogance and/or dementia I can ever recall having seen. (I mean, they made Nixon release his tapes, he didn't willingly post transcripts for the [expletive deleted] public to read.) The Spirit rover is currently making more sense than this and it's a fucking broken robot on Mars!! This item has been up on the News Archive section of the White House web site since late last week and it remains up long after a sane person would have quietly removed it. Yeah, that Howard Dean, he's soooooooooo nuts....


Sunday, January 18, 2004
 
Speaking of congealed snot, check out the extraordinary numbers on my new site counter. Really flowing along, aren't they? Observe my ever-widening ripples of influence.


Thursday, January 15, 2004
 
My personal observation from this Day of Official Frigidity: my nose mucus froze on my gloves. I repeat: the shimmering dabs of nostril nectar I was obliged to rub with heavily gloved fingers from my proboscis whilst strolling to work against howling polar winds which didst visit my face too roughly turned to ice upon those very sheathed fingers. Haven't seen that in a while. I would have snapped a picture for you all but by the time I got settled in my office at work, the sinus substance had melted to mere streaks of mucoid mundanity.


Sunday, January 11, 2004
 
I feel safer already, what about you? And more importantly, what about Charlotte Douglas International Airport?


Thursday, January 08, 2004
 
More tales from the terror twilight zone: During my layover in Charlotte, NC back on December 13, a taped announcement on the airport intercom repeatedly reminded travelers to watch their luggage carefully, as the Dept. of Homeland Security had just raised the terror alert level. This was somewhat alarming, as I'd heard nothing of this while leaving Philadelphia earlier that morning. My god, an increase in the terror alert right in the middle of my travels! But when I got to Athens, TN, in the afternoon, my friend there had heard nothing about it. I checked the news: nothing. Ha ha, apparently the Charlotte airport was playing an old announcement. What a gag! And passing through the same airport on December 18th, they were still playing it, but they couldn't fool an experienced traveler like me, not this time, brother.

Three days later, the Dept. of Homeland Security really did raise the threat level, making the Charlotte airport announcement, assuming they were still playing it, suddenly valid, like the stopped clock that's right twice a day. So is there some total slacker/paranoiac on the Charlotte airport staff who figures "up, down, what the hell, they're gunna raise that fucking level again sometime, so why bother updating the announcement?" Anybody else passed through there lately?


Friday, January 02, 2004
 
A happy new even, leap and election year to all of you, or at least to my fistful of readers.

A belated expansion on my December 15th post, in which I happily marked the live capture of Saddam Hussein by US troops. This is for some of you smart-asses out there who thought I was turning reactionary. I wasn't and I ain't. My disgust with the war and the administration that ordered it and continues to bungle its aftermath remains. Instead, I was honestly describing my emotional reaction to news of Hussein's capture. Do I really need to justify my satisfaction at seeing the humiliating capture of this mass murderer? Added to which was the sense that, at last, we did something right, the manhunts and intelligence-gathering actually and finally worked, and that this might possibly indicate a turning point in the US-occupation of Iraq, hastening the stabilization of the country around a less-insane government as well as the return of our troops. Apparently now all wishful thinking on my part, as stinking reality sets in, and the insurgency attacks continue at about the same pace as B.C. (Before Capture). Was I really dumb enough to think Hussein behind bars would quiet things in Iraq? Maybe so....But it's amazing how elated a person can feel first thing on a Sunday morning in December in a small Tennessee town.