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2/28/04 I have just spiked two posts about the Passion and reaction to it, sparked by a letter from an idiot who thought it would be funny to end his letter "Jesus loves you, baby! Ha! Ha!" Yeah, funny, David. Ha. Ha. Very Christian of you, too. I can feel the love, understanding, and warmth that Jesus directed you to show your fellow human beings. In any case: This blog is going to be a Passion (the movie)-free zone for a few days. I don't want to start a religious war. There are more than enough battles going on right now. It's heading for the sixties here today. I think I'll go outside and play. permalink 2/27/04 The first prisoner of Auschwitz dies David Z. sent me the link to this story. The first man imprisoned in Auschwitz died:
The survivors of the camps are dying off. It won't be long before there won't be any left alive to refute the Holocaust deniers like Hutton Gibson. permalink One blogwar ends, another begins It's like, not my fault, man. This time, I didn't do a thing. But y'know, I do have a tendency to respond to things like this. Chuck, you made several points which I feel I must answer, and I shall try to answer them without my trademark juvenile scorn.
I think, frankly, you really mean that you're delinking me because of my willingness to mix it up with people you like in the blogosophere. I don't start fights. They develop out of something being discussed. I'm still flabbergasted at the outrage over my post about Aaron's Monopoly board, and even more so when Lair Simon was far nastier than I, and not a single person went batshit all over him. In fact, that was what my sociological experiment was all about. I'm convinced that there is a large contingent of bloggers out there that can't stand getting beator even criticizedby a girl. I have experienced my longest, nastiest battles with male bloggers. They can't seem to let go, either. (You'd think I'd learn to shut up, but nope. Can't.)
Ah, I see. Because you don't like the opinions or attitudes of some Jews, all Jewish causesand Israelmust suffer. That doesn't make you look too good, Chuck. In fact, it makes you look downright fickle. And not very faithful.
Bullshit is correct. I have stated on many occasions that there is a difference between criticism of Israel and anti-Semitism, and have given examples. You haven't been reading very closely.
So, what, I'm supposed to be grateful to you because your father served in WWII? Guess what, Chuckie? So did mine. My uncle was wounded in the Battle of the Bulge and fought his way across Europe. My father never made it out of the country, but that wasn't his choice, or his fault. My mother's youngest brother served during the Korean war. Once more: What's your point there? Because every other time I've heard that army thing, it's usually to say in the next breath that the Jews didn't fight for themselves, or their country.
You're not a very good Zionist if you threaten to remove your support from Israel because of three Jews who pissed you off. And I've never said that I support Israel unconditionally.
Oh, boo-hoo. Here's an interesting fact for you: My faith is mocked every time you say that Jesus died for my sins. I don't consider him my savior, or the Messiah. According to my religion, Jesus was a devout Jew. That's it. That's the thing about religion and faith: If you truly believe your religion is right, then every other one is wrong. I know it, you know it, everyone knows it. We generally don't say it because it tends to start arguments and cause hurt feelings. And let's face it, the Gibson movie is what's being mocked. Not Jesus. Grow up. The movie is being touted as the literal truth. It's effing Hollywood. The literal truth? Shyeah. Much of the script was based on the visions of some nutcase nun who claimed to "see" the crucifixion some 18 centuries before she was born. Oh, yeah, that's some literal truth. That's some historical text. And FYI, I had dinner tonight with a Presbyterian minister, his wife, and his daughter. All three of them know an incredible amount about the days of Christthe historical as well as Biblical. The minister's wife was discussing the Passion, and said "Mel Gibson has ruined the last two hundred years of New Testament scholarship with this movie." She said it. I wasn't a part of the conversation at all, just an interested listener.
Wow. As intolerant as any Islamic sect? Mirroring hatred and "ignoble evilness"? (Don't you think "evilness" was enough without adding the "ignoble"?) My blog is that bad? Really? Where are we going around saying that people should be lynched for their religion? Where are we saying that such-and-such a group controls the world? Where are we spreading lies about the number of innocents killed simply because they're a member of such-and-such a group? Last I checked, I only call for the death of rabid anti-Semites and Jew-killers.
Right back atcha, Chuck. You want to delink me, fine. You want to dislike me, that's fine, too. But I hope you didn't expect me to not respond. That's just not my style. permalink 2/26/04 More Passion links than you can shake astick at Yeah, you thought I was going to make another bad joke, didn't you? Judith Weiss has been working overtime to give you a zillion Passion links, from every aspect you could possibly think of, and then a few more. Here's the master key to all the links. I suggest starting there and scrolling down. Right-click on most browser menus, and a shortcut menu with "Open in new window" will pop up. George Will, in an article about the anti-Semitism of the left, includes this about the Passion:
Israeli victims of palestinian terrorism were not allowed to testify at the Hague. But Belize, a small Central American country, can. Why?
Yeah. The fix is in. And because every other link here isn't funny, here's one that is: Ilyka's bad experience with a bag of barbecue potato chips. Moo, indeed. My weakness is sugary sweet stuff, like, oh, Peeps. Or Gobstoppers. I have never outgrown my childish love of sugar. Help. permalink 2/25/04 No time for Passion; links, dogs,
food... Somebody died of a heart attack while watching Gibson's Passion. It's all over the New York TV news. I really, really, really want to make a bad joke that will probably offend many of my Christian readers, but I am controlling myself. I want you all to remember that. I truly do like all of my readers equally. Well, except the ones who send me presents. I'm shallow. Of course I like them the best. Robb compares the New York Times pro-pal op-ed with the Washington Post's pro-Israel editorial. Huh. The WaPo, pro? Who knew? For those of you refusing to register, here are the best parts of the WaPo editorial:
Judith Weiss sent me this link about the fence:
Josh saw this sign in Denver in response to the opening of the Passion:
Go read the whole post. I don't really think we're going to see much more than isolated incidents such as this in the U.S. That's not what worries me about the effect of the film. I'd bet quite a lot of money that the Passion winds up being used in Muslim anti-Semitic propaganda. I still owe you a post on the Gibson 20/20 interview and whether I'm going to see the movie after all (I really can't take graphic gore, and that's a huge factor in this decision). I thought I was going to, but the interview pretty much changed my mind. More on that when I get back to Richmond and get some time. Mike Silverman did the math from this post on the fence. It works out to a lot of September 11ths. Janet P. (via her husband) sent me this excellent post on the fence going up between the I's and the P's. Excerpting it will ruin the twist; you have to read it for yourself. Crunch was delivered safely to (I found out) the woman who originally bred him, but gave him to Sarah because she didn't think Crunch would be a show dog. Whoopsie. Bad judgment. Crunch was mostly well-behaved. He whined a little after the halfway mark. Sarah says it's because he thought he was going to a field trial, which he loves, and was anxious to arrive. I think it's because I tried to get him into a discussion on the current political situation, and Sarah hadn't told him that Dean quit the race. I had no idea he was part of the Dachsunds for Dean movement. By the way, either the drivers were much better today than they've been in a long time, or my swearing tank needs a refill. There were hardly any at all uttered until I reached New Jersey. Most of them were reserved for New York drivers (you all suck) and one North Carolinian. And the brisket special at Jonathan's was absolutely to die for. It's a hot brisket sandwich with two potato pancakes instead of two pieces of bread holding the meat together. Major, big-time yum. Can't get that in Richmond! My mother has no decent junk food here. She has no popcorn. Not any. How can you not have popcorn? She just asked me if I wanted to munch on salad or raisins. Raisins. What do I look like, a health nut? Raisins aren't junk food, unless they come inside a chocolate bar. We're going to remedy this problem tomorrow. permalink Just a bit slow this afternoon Last week, Sarah called and asked me if I was busy this week. Not really, I told her. So then she asked me if I'd like to drive Crunch up to New Jersey. Crunch is her dachsund. Showdog, purebred, that sort of thing. Sarah's putting him out to stud, and the bitch went into heat last week, and the owner's car and her husband's car both chose that week to blow up, and the upshot of it is, well, yeahI'm pimping a dachsund tomorrow. I'll be driving Crunch up to NJ, and Diane will meet me there and take the dog back to her place, which is over the NY border up 287 a ways. With any luck, we'll both beat the traffic. Of course, since Sarah's paying my expenses, this is (and I'm having so much fun telling people this) an all-expense-paid trip to New Jersey. I do believe I'm making the ultimate Jersey joke. But then, I get to visit my family, see my favorite hairdresser (nearly as important!), restock on the great corned beef and kosher foodsall in all, a nice little trip. So the reason it will be quiet today is that I'm driving north on 95, probably swearing at most of the drivers on the way. Virginia drivers don't know how to merge into oncoming traffic. They also don't understand the concept of yielding the right of way. Beltway drivers are all nuts. Maryland drivers are too slow. Delaware drivers are Delaware residents, and don't even get me started on the Delaware tolls again. New Jersey drivers are also batshit. Yup. I'll be doing a lot of swearing on the drive. permalink 2/24/04 Aches, pains, but damn, what a feeling I climbed my first 5.8 route tonight at the gym. The walls start at 5.4, and I've been doing consistent 5.6 and 5.7s. Today, Carrie and I were climbing with Clair, who is far more experienced than either of us, and who, it turns out, was an excellent coach as well. We both moved up a step in our route difficulty. And the 5.8 that I chose to climb was close to fifty feet high, which made it even better. I'd tried a higher route earlier and didn't make it halfway before the fear of heights kicked in. This one was so zig-zag I didn't realize how high I was until I'd reached the top. I also conquered one that has you feeling like you're reaching out in midair to get a hold. I hadn't been able to make that climb before tonight. So. The score for tonight is two scraped knuckles, a slight pinch when Carrie slipped on a difficult route immediately after asking me to give her more slack, a torn fingernail, a slightly pulled rib muscle, but damnI made two climbs tonight that I'd been unable to do before. Kewl. permalink Rahel from Jerusalem requested more cats. Which works out perfectly, as I've been mulling over a new Tig entry since I took this picture. (I know, I know, Gracie has been getting second billing for a long time. I'll fix it, don't worry.) Tig is the least stereotypically cat-like of the two. He's never stand-offish. He's affectionate to the bounds of annoyance (wants attention ALL of the time he's awake), I have taught him tricks (he fetches, he stands up on his hind legs, he plays catch and Tig-hockey). He sleeps with his head on either my pillow or the spare one on the bed, depending on what time of day it is. He's friendly to everyone who comes to my home, and isn't afraid of children. He doesn't care for them when they start to get loud and move quickly, but if they're cool, he's cool. The twins stand in awe while Tig rubs around their legs. He comes up to their thighs. It's hilarious to watch. I think I put a picture of Tig and Rebecca up sometime last summer. The above picture was taken last week, when Richmond was basking in a few days of sixty-plus-degree weather (Fahrenheit, of course). Tig was lying in the sun, thinking his little kitty thoughts, when I grabbed the camera and went to take some pictures. Opening the door caused him to open his eyes, so I just stood and waited a few seconds for him to go back to what he'd been doing. That's the look of an extremely contented kitty. Cats blink when they are content, or when they are submitting. When they're content, and they're blinking at you, some people say it's the equivalent of a kiss. So there you go, Rahel. Kitty kisses from a contented Tig, and wishes from me to stay safe. permalink Ma'ariv has a heart-wrenching article about the families of terrorism victims who went to the Hague to try to get the Israeli side of the story heard:
It's a small world, the world of terrorism. My sister-in-law's cousin died in the World Trade Center. Everyone in my area knew someone who lost someone, or knew someone who knew someone. Even in a metropolitan area of what, 10-12 million? Israel has about 5.4 million Jews. More than 7,000 Israelis have been killed or injured in terrorist attacks since September of 2000. You do the math. I'm not up to figuring how many September Elevenths that works out to. But I know that per capita, it's far more than we lost. The ICJ, like the UN General Assembly, is loaded with Jew-haters. I find it impossible to believe they'll rule any way but against Israel. Finish the fence. Screw the ICJ, and the UN, too. permalink 2/23/04 As usual, Dean Esmay is spreading lies about me. I just want to say that it's completely false that I only target people with testicles. I go after Dean, don't I? Lair Simon did not, as I requested, hold off from jumping into the fray. And I can't resist linking to Lair's post, though I'm not finished with the sociological experiment (I swear, I'll post about it when it's over). Think it's time to move Lair up from "great friend" to "adopted baby brother" status. There's only one other guy with that status, and he's a tech, too, as well as someone whom you also don't want to get mad at you. (Come to think of it, I'm adding him to my left menu column. Buy books from Neil. He'll get you those hard-to-find F&SF novels, many signed by the authors. And ohmigod, Aidan is getting so big!) Michele has a great new look to her website. The Little Dead Girl is back. (That was such a strange sentence to write.) And speaking of Michele, don't forget that The Command Post is the place to be for the best news roundup on the web. This is an excellent article by Omri Ceren on what is wrong with the Israeli left, and how they still can't seem to realize that the pals really, truly are the enemy. Imshin is on fire, and it's the cold fire of rage:
I forgot to mention Dave last week as one of my sources of Israeli opinions. So I'm mentioning him now. And Sha has a new URL. No more Blogspot! Ilyka put up a phenomenal post about the Holocaust that pretty much explains why I love her weblog. So glad you didn't stop blogging after all, kiddo! Gary Farber is probably going to send me more email asking me to link to an individual item (read this one first; it's frightening) on his weblog. But you should be reading Gary's weblog yourself, regularly, so I shouldn't need to link individual posts. Okay? Okay. (And Gary, this is the URL you can use for a long-term link. Add the last phrase: &partner=USERLAND to your link and the Times should let it slide.) And last, but not least, I haven't sent you over to my pals at Silent Running lately. Murray's had a hurricane. Tom's been threatened by a Russian skinhead. And stereotyped by a merchant in Fiji. And Wind Rider is still making fun of Howard Dean. Okay. I'm going to be busy for a while. This ought to keep you occupied. permalink 2/22/04 Bastards got another one through.
Take out Arafat. Kill him.
Finish the fence. Finish it.
Drop a bomb or two on them.
Oh, yeah, that'll happen. Just like you've arrested the killers of the American CIA agents. While you're at it, drop a bomb or three on this guy.
Liar.
Sure we believe you. Right. That's why things like this occur:
Bring on the Apaches. And while we're at it, eff off, EUnuchs.
To the extent it is possible, take a flying leap at the moon. And stay there. And substitute a swear word for "leap." permalink Last week's blogs are archived. Looking for the Buffy Blogburst Index? Here's Israel vs. the world. Here's the Blogathon. The Superhero Dating Ratings are here. If you're looking for something funny, try the Hulk's solution to the Middle East conflict, or Yasser Arafat Secret Phone Transcripts. Iseema bin Laden's diary and The Fudd Doctrine are also good bets if you've never been here before.
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