Well, it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy, but this can’t end well:
Eugene Terre’blanche hacked to death this weekend
Any hate-man that high-profile getting whacked, that’s not going to leave his remaining compatriates in a particularly JOLLY mood.
Left Behind: the video game (a review). For no apparent reason, it gives one of the best and most succinct explanations of rapture philosophy that I’ve ever read.
How was your day?
nerdy religious propaganda:
first, for reference, chick tracts. Little cartoony pieces of evangelical Christian propaganda.
Now, feast your eyes on these:
Who Will be Eaten First? Chick meets Cthulhu.
GALACTUS IS COMING. Chick meets Marvel comics.
There is a revolution brewing. Medical students refuse pharmaceutical company freebies.
At least one well-publicized pharmacy is morally opposed to manufacturer-recommended inflated prices (and they do mail order).
Ze Frank on Friendster.
Paul Ford hates google. Or at least is really, really obsessed with it.
Maciej Ceglowski distrusts audioblogging.
Reunion of the Lebensborn: Children of Nazi breeding programs speak up
Air Torture: Flying to Select Torture Chambers around the world (a service of the U.S. government)
Polish doctors in WW II successfully fought German death camps with Proteus OX19
In the early 1930s, Stalin literally starved the fledgling Ukrainian independence movement. 7,000,000 in “collateral damage.”
Minuteman Salsa, protecting our borders with the power of “a Native Texan product containing no fat, low sodium, and 100% American pride.”
“W Ketchup comes in one flavor: American.” It is also OU-certified as kosher, and an organic version is soon to be available.
see also: halal soft drinks
have a dip in the shark tank, filled with clueless bosses and colleagues
or
manufacture their incompetence, as the Bastard Operator from Hell does
Computers help us get things done.
I had forgotten exactly how fabulous Attacked By Thugs! is, a brief account of the author’s assault by a bunch of punk kids, followed by a long account of the violent but utterly fruitless attempts of the cops to find the perps.
“MOTHERFUCKERS!” yelled the driver. “MOTHERFUCKING COCK FUCKING SONS OF MOTHERFUCKING BITCHES!”
There were six cops in the van with me, dressed in full black uniform and combat boots. There were various firearms and body armor piled on the floor, left over from the WTO summit the week before…We were still heading the wrong direction, and whoever had designed the Warsaw highway system had not apparently heard of the U-Turn.
In the spirit, no doubt, of The Economist’s Big Mac Index of inflation, the Chronicle presents another unconventional index of warming global temperatures. Or should that be “undex”?