Month: October 2005

Who’s your daddy? Or, should I say, Blog daddy? If you’re a blogger and you became hopelessly addicted to this method of mass communication through the influence of another, you might want to let the Commissar know. He’s building a family tree of the blogosphere and so far, over 300 bloggers have contributed. Check it out.

While the Left rushes to judgement in the Valerie Plame matter revolving around Vice President Dick Cheney, his chief of staff Scooter Libbey, and Karl Rove, the credibility of Joe Wilson, Valerie’s husband and the so called case ‘whistle blower’, has come under question. The WaPo has a great article highlighting the ‘spotlight addicted’ Wilson, and how his thirst for fame might end up throwing a wrench in the prosecutors plans.

Meanwhile, Drudge has this tidbit.

ABCNEWS TELLS WHITE HOUSE OF ‘INDICTMENT’
Tue Oct 25 2005 19:08:02 ET

“We have double sourced that the vice president’s chief of staff has been indicted,” a reporter for ABCNEWS claimed to a White House press spokesman this afternoon.

The White House refused to comment on the claim. The network said they didn’t need comment, they were preparing to run with the development on this evening’s network news broadcast, sources tell the DRUDGE REPORT.

ABCNEWS claimed to the White House that it had double sourced how an indictment against vice presidential chief of staff I. Lewis Libby was set.

A senior White House source quickly determined ABC was bluffing; the report did not run on the East coast feed of the program.

Developing…

Indeed.

MORE: A wrap up of the whodunnit and whodintdoit and whostalkingaboutit over at Ace’s place.

I think Al Franken is trying to be funny, but ever since he’s become a turbo moonbat, his comedy has looked more like a terrifying psychosis. He’s now hawking his new book, and Amazon has loaded up a promo video, which is, really not very funny.

Drudge hotlinked the video, and the page on Amazon is here. Now that it’s being served up to millions of Drudge fans, I’m sure Amazon will remove the video portion and/or the whole book pre-order page before lunchtime. Get it while it lasts.

Like a car wreck, I wanted to turn away in disgust but I couldn’t stop staring.

I was innocently surfing the web, looking here, glancing there, when I came upon this. Like me, I’m sure you’ve seen one snippet or another of this insanity, as it has been out there for some time. Now though, an edited version of the craziest moments are viewable.

Tom on Oprah. Beware of the gag reflex.

If you can stand it, there’s lots of other Cruise / Scientology nut moments here.

Rosa Parks, the civil rights pioneer died this evening at age 92.

I told everyone I was going to Frankfurt, Germany on business, but I actually had an ulterior motive. The truth of it is, I travelled 5023 miles for…Müslitaler.

This wonderful little cookie is found exclusively at a bakery called Wiener Feinbäcker. Unfortunately, there are only a few locations. I’ve become a ‘regular’ at the Frankfurt am Main Hauptbahnhof outlet. 

The Wiener Feinbäcker is basically a bakery specializing in breads and a variety of pastries. I discovered this little slice of heaven in 2000, during my first trip to Frankfurt. From the initial bite, I immediately realized a new consciousness. You see, I was transported to a higher level of nirvana in those few seconds of chewing. Quite simply, I fell in love with this new friend. So I did the natural thing. I named the Müslitaler. From that moment on, I called the disc shaped morsels ‘hockey pucks’, due to their density and weight.

As you can see, the Müslitaler are not cheap. For 1,10 EURO, or $1.32 U.S., you can purchase one. But like a Lays Potato Chip, you can’t just eat one. The Müslitaler have a certain power over some, and in our first meeting I was caught by its magical powers. Our relationship started innocently enough. I would buy one Müslitaler and then the next day I would buy another. Ah, but that was short lived. The addiction encircled me, and during this trip, I found myself purchasing 5, 6, and 7 Müslitaler at a time.

The Müslitaler are best consumed in the early morning, just after the goddesses at Wiener Feinbäcker remove them from the bakery ovens. Hard on the outside, but warm in the middle, the Müslitaler taste like honey flavored granola mixed with oatmeal. Raisins are included to provide the perfect amount of sweetness. 

If you put your nose close to your computer screen, you can practically smell these little babies. Ummm.

While I typically eat the Müslitaler straight from the bag, this wonderfully round jewel of Germany demands a level of respect other pastries only dream of. As such, I do typically present the Müslitaler in a most proper way, as illustrated above.

Next time you find yourself in Frankfurt, Dresden, Karlsruhe, Viernheim, Heidelberg, Köln or Berlin, I’d advise you to immediately seek out the closest Wiener Feinbäcker you can find. For if you are among the chosen (like me), you too will discover the special kind of love brought on by the Müslitaler. The experience is better than _____ (fill in your preferred descriptor).

***Please note – you might want to chase the Müslitaler with a fruit juice, lots of water, or some other liquid designed to ‘move things along’. The Müslitaler, while providing a joyous experience for your tastebuds, do have a tendency of slowing down the digestive track. Your mileage may vary.

Just a suggestion.

Yes, in case you were wondering, I did make it home from Germany in one piece. Now though, I’m caught in the business of bringing all things back to normal. For instance:

• Household finances
• Paying attention to the family (not really work)
• Recovering from the jet lag (ooh, this headache)

So it goes today. More later.

After a busy week of business, I’m leaving Germany today. Things will be quiet around here until I return, and then I’ll get to do some jet lag blogging. Oooh, won’t that be a treat!

Later.

Elisabeth Bumiller, reporter for the New York Times, filed this story about a ceremony at the new Air Force One pavilion in California, where President Bush dedicated the new building located on the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library. She opened the story by highlighting three famous rides aboard Air Force One, when the aircraft was a Boeing 707. While recounting this history, she exposes her political bias within the first few sentences. See if you can find it. 

One of these things is not like the other.

The blue-and-white 707 flew seven American presidents more than one million miles over nearly three decades of tumult in the United States and the world. Jimmy Carter took it to Germany to greet the hostages from Iran the day after his administration ended, Richard M. Nixon flew it back home to California after resigning the presidency, and Ronald Reagan took it to Berlin when he told Mikhail S. Gorbachev to “tear down this wall.”

Let’s take a look at this shall we?

Jimmy Carter tried in vain to free the Iranian hostages, and many believe it was this failure that cost him the 1980 election. A few minutes after Ronald Reagan was elected President of the United States, the hostages were released. Rejected by the American people, Carter travelled to Germany to welcome the hostages, not as a reelected president, but as a one-term ex-president leaving behind a legacy known more for its failures than its successes. Recollection of his less than spectacular tenure still hounds him today.

Richard M. Nixon, exposed as the crook he claimed he wasn’t, resigned the presidency and left D.C. as an ex-president who lost the trust of the American public. To his dying day he never admitted his wrong doing, and like Carter, his legacy will be marred forever.

Ronald Reagan travels to Berlin, Germany and delivers THE speech of the 20th century. His words and actions usher in the collapse of communism in the Soviet Union.

As I take a look at this, Bumiller highlights the lowest moments for two U.S. presidents. Yet her third example highlights one of the most (if not the most) important events in history. In fact, for Ronald Reagan, the trip on that 707 would mark a moment in time which would chronicle his greatest success – ending the cold war. But Bumiller aligns this event with two presidential moments of failure.

What is she trying to communicate here? Does she believe that Reagan’s moment of triumph was actually a moment of embarrassment for America? Probably, but rather than keeping this position out of the story, she includes it, and upholds a tradition of subtle bias at the Gray Lady.

If this is a joke, it isn’t funny. A terrifying note was discovered at Blaine High School, located in Blaine, Washington, a town 12 miles to the west of where I live.

Police in this northwest Washington town on the Canadian border are investigating the discovery of a so-called “hit list” at Blaine High School.

The note, found Wednesday in a school hallway and turned in to administrators on Thursday, warned that several students would die on Friday.

The list contained the names of 12 students and the school principal. It had “hit list” written across the top and the words: “You will die on 10/21.”

There was also a drawing of a stick figure with a gun.

Capital crime is very rare in this part of Washington State. Murders occur once in a decade. While it is likely that this is nothing more than a practical joke put on by a student, one can’t help but think of Columbine and the tragedy there. If this is a legitimate threat, hopefully the early discovery has already foiled the plot.