- Jim Bovard tries to go home from making a speech and gets investigated as a terrorist bomber.
- Seems this adorable little drug “kingpin” learned her trade from her rough, tough, posturing DEA daddy.
- Yeah, I know there’s a difference between fantasizing and actually taking steps toward committing torture, murder, and cannibalism. But seems to me that when you use the power and tools of your profession to choose and track specific victims, you’ve crossed that line. I’ll bet the appeals court would have seen that clearly had Gilberto Valle been anything other than a cop.
- Washington, DC: 2161 pot busts in 2010; six — count ’em, six — as of early November this year.
- You might be shocked to know just how rich the top dozen are compared with We the Peasants. You won’t be surprised to hear that government policy helps keep them gaining over the rest of us.
- Best commentary I’ve seen about Zuckerberg’s planned philanthropy: It excludes the great and crucial value of freedom. And there’s this, too: it’s not about charity, it’s about influence. And oligarchy.
- Nicki’s theory on the San Bernardino jihadis: a case of premature detonation.
El Al security is far more pleasant, far more thorough, and I expect far more effective.
Jim’s story triggered a funny memory. Years ago, in the early years of TSA, before one had to remove shoes, DH got pulled aside for setting off explosive alarms. In the special room he had to remove his cowboy boots for further investigation while answering lots of questions.
Turns out it was identified as chicken or goat poop/urine on his boots. So, for any of you with livestock, give your shoes a good tromp thru the corrals and pastures before heading to the airport for a rollicking good time with TSA.
Love, love, love the Bovard piece, so thanks for posting that one, Claire!
Karen’s story reminded me of something that happened on a flight from Helena, Mont. (where I lived at the time) and Long Beach, Calif. My Spitfire pepper spray made it straight through screening…how appropriate! While I couldn’t legally pack the Land of Fruits, Nuts and Flakes, I definitely had a non-lethal way to defend myself (besides running away or throwing sand from the beach).
So how did I get the item back to Montana? By U.S. mail, of course!
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I don’t have access to corrals or pastures, but we have a rancher that runs a few cows and a couple of horses on our shooting range. (Ag tax exemption) Between the “meadow muffins” and teaching classes, I’ll have a double whammy. I hope they don’t cross-connect with the Glock in my checked bags.
I see the FBI has finally conceded that San Bernardino was “terrorism.” Someone memo 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.