From the YouTube Silent Film Archives: The Matrix

This is fantastic. (h/t to almostgotit)

Man Shows Up at Own Funeral

A korrektiv news alert.

Birthday Limerick

There was on old lady named Urs
who kept a shotgun in her purse
for dispensing with fools
and Bush-era rules
and writers of bad birthday verse.

"American Christian"

This is what got me started on googling certain people's religious beliefs. Read the categories below. I can find no reference on the web besides this.

Maybe McCain can apply his expert skills.

More Right Wing Joni Mitchell Comments From The Charlie Rose Show

On boys who act like girls and girls who are overly aggressive.

Joni Mitchell w/Tavis Smiley on the Focusing Herb Tobacco

Watch me be diagnosed w/lung cancer after this self-justifying post with a singer/song writing legend

W. Zevon's First Letterman Appearance

Former Pitkin Co. Coroner? You be the judge. Brought to you by Jonathan Webb, aka Throatwobbler Wombat; run a google search on newest Star Trek movie and Lesbian Housewives. The end of the world is nigh, etc.

Warren Zevon: The Last Letterman Appearance Pt 4

Zevon, badass friend of badass Hunter S. Thompson on Letterman weeks before dying of cancer.

Jonathan Webb is a believing Christian II

Jonathan Webb is a believing Christian

Who tries to love and follow Jesus Christ every day.

Run a Google search and see what you come up with on the Jonathan-Webb-is-a-believing-Christian-front. You will be disappointed.

cnb's other blog

Several recent posts at All Manner of Thing need to be checked out:

Bob Dylan, spiritual poet

Sitting down with Van Morrison

Anglican and Catholic?

Well, in fact, the entire bright shining blog needs to be checked out.

Scaffolding

From the YouTube archives.

Warren Zevon: The Last Letterman Appearance

From the YouTube archives.

My Shit's Fucked Up

The shit that used to work ain't workin' no more.

Russian Camera Can See Human Soul

From the country which brought you the purges and "The Brothers Karamozov".

Renegade

"The Wendell Baker Story">couple shots of whiskey>12:30 AM>YouTube>Jackson Browne>Favorite Zevon song.

What can I say?

Birthday Limerick

There was an old man, Theodore,
who lived to a hundred and four.
He held in his fist
a long bucket list
to which he kept on adding more!

Big Bite

At 99 cents you can't beat it!

Police Blotter

In a Similar Vein

Female version and kind of sexy to boot. However, I drink cranberry juice and all it does is clean out my kidneys and prostate. I need to cut back on the coffee, although it's believed to reduce the risk of cirrhosis. And who doesn't like a cup of black 7-11 coffee along with a breakfast bite with mustard.

Mrs McCain excepted.

From the YouTube archives.

To Be or Not to Be

Number One Son, who knows about these things, put me on to Sean Shannon, the Guinness World Record fast talker. Hamlet's soliloquy in 23.8 seconds; 655 wpm.

Shakespeare for the guy-on-the-go.

Friday Mailbag

from Owen Oconnell
to girls who read korrectiv
date Fri, Oct 22, 2009 at 7:37 AM
subject Hello

Hello,

I know its not reasonable to mail someone like this, but i dont have enough time to go and sign up on facebook or anything, basically im looking forward to hangout or have a relationship with a decent girl, like the ones who read this blog. maybe if you are single and interested email me back at this address:

oweno@hotmail.org

and im really very sorry if this emial bothers you, and if it does let me know knwo i will never sned you ant kind of email.


Thanks alot :))

Today In Porn

See comments below for the back story.

A Cure for Depression

Two Americas

Add Acorn, 1.2 million state employees in New York, and the fact that 49% of American Adults pay NO federal income tax, you then have a witches brew of political division for generations to come.

On Catholic voters, a new New Deal, and the term "single-payer"

Regarding Angelo Matera’s article in the NCRegister referred to by Rufus last week, especially the “the natural home for many pro-life, pro-family voters, just as it was during FDR’s New Deal”, what happened to individuals just voting their conscience? Let the politicians figure out that they need to campaign and vote accordingly.

I’m no Ayn Randian, but something about “the common good” troubles me. The comparisons to FDR’s New Deal really trouble me, as we might well be on the verge of a New New Deal. Which will be a very big deal.

There is a fair-to-middling chance that some form of a Health Care Reform bill will be passed in the next 8 months. The Democrats have the necessary votes, and while the short term political fallout could be costly (Republicans would make gains in the 2010 elections), the potential long-term benefits may prove to be too tempting.

How could it be costly in 2010 but advantageous in the long term? Although they would certainly lose seats in both houses of Congress, they will once again establish themselves as the party that delivers on “social justice”. Consider several important components of this legacy itself: Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid. All of these are popular welfare programs – none of them are going away – and all of them are financially unsustainable.

An incrementally nationalized health care industry is something else entirely. Politicians will be forced (as in many ways they are already forced) to seek votes by delivering more and more in terms of “social justice.” A system operated under the aegis of 300 million citizens acting (more or less) responsibly for themselves will be handed over to 500 politicians and attendant bureaucrats. Perhaps this happens gradually, but it happens certainly – look at Social Security, Medicare, and Medicaid – and as it happens, the relationship between citizen and country will change, perhaps irreversibly. No longer will people be acting more or less responsibly for themselves. They will expect the state to act on behalf of them, and they will in turn act on behalf of the state. This doesn’t seem so bad – in fact, it seems pretty good. It will certainly seem safe, and secure, and at first it may well be.

But health care is expensive. Whether citizens pay for it out of their own pocket or out of an insurance company's pocket, or out of the pockets of government, it’s expensive. No pockets are so deep as to take away that expense. How will costs be cut? Who makes the decisions under each of these different systems? While I’m increasingly suspicious of the terms “the common good”, I think the term “single-payer” to describe socialized medicine reveals how laughable these various collective schemes are. How does a “single-payer” system for a nation of 300 million individuals make any sense at all?

Cute Outfit

Red Ink XII

Help Banu write his paper on Percy

Hi,
I am Banu. Can someone throw some light on Percy's stand on being a Southern- as regards the religion,and being white.

From the percy-l

60 Years & Rising!

The last in our series on the sit-down pee

(via Godsbody)

The Sit-Down Pee: Extenuating Circumstances

Related Articles

This is a Test

Dear Alena

Thank you for your interest. Alas, alack, I am required by my spiritual advisor to wear one of these, and your presence would make - indeed, makes - me uncomfortable.

Fond regrets,

Quin

Friday Mailbag

Hello Quinn!!!

My name alena. I live in Russia. I studied many profiles, and have stopped on your profile. You seem to me very good man, and I especial like your knowledge of Kierkegaard and your Catholic existentializm. I am assured that you the decent person I very much would like to get acquainted with you more close, I wish to learn you better.

So if you not against ours with you of acquaintance write to me back only to my personal e-mail.

I will wait for your letter.
Sincerely, Alena

NOT The Onion

Delay to Quit Dancing w/Stars

Why Cash for Clunkers Actually Hurt The U.S. Economy

Why not break every window in America in order to employ new window makers?

Powerline Blames it on Rio, Not Obama

The United States Bill of Rights

The Honduran Constitution

NYRB on David Hockney's iPhone Passion

The latest edition of the New York Review of Books has a great article about the great little pieces Hockney is cranking out with his iPhone. The picture to the left is but one example. And Hockney himself has this to say about the opposable thumb: "The thing is, Hockney explains, "if you are using your pointer or other fingers, you actuall have to be working from your elbow. Only the thumb has the opposable join which allows you to move over the screen with maximum speed and agility, an the screen is exactly the right size, you can easily reach every corner with you thumb." He goes on to note how people used to worry that computers would on day render us "all thumbs," but it's incredible the dexterity, the expressive range lodged in "these not-so-simple thumbs of ours.

Lost in the Snuggie Cosmos

"Sure, Every Person Otta Be"

On The Devil at 4:00

The Devil at 4:00 opens with a scene on a cargo plane: Father Perreau (played by Kerwin Matthews) is in the hold with three convicts chained together. Charlie (Bernie Hamilton) and Marcel (Gregoire Aslan) and Harry (Frank Sinatra) are on their way to a prison in Tahiti, while the Father Perreau is on his way to the much smaller (and fictional) island of Talua to replace Father Doonan (Spencer Tracy), the whiskey priest with a cynical heart of gold. Father Doonan has made too many enemies on the island, presumably because of the mendicant glad handing he does on behalf of a charity project that is even less popular with the French residents: a hospital for children lepers he has built half way up the side of a mountain that happens to be an active volcano. One may doubt the wisdom in choosing an active volcano as the site for a children's hospital, but then Doonan maybe was drunk while making the initial survey.

In any case, the hospital is very much a work-in-progress, and Father Doonan figures that convict labor is the best way to get it done, especially since he, being from Hell's Kitchen, has become the nemesis as well as a kind of tough-guy friend to Harry, being from Jersey. Here's the memorable exchange marking the turning point in their ... relationship:

DOONAN Where you from, tough guy? I hear echoes.
HARRY I've been around... What's it to ya?
DOONAN You spit your T's. That'd be Jersey, I guess, maybe Jersey City. Hunh! I came from just across the River - Hell's Kitchen. We used to eat punks like you.
HARRY Maybe. That's when you had your teeth.

That's not the only ... relationship formed by Frank - pardon me, I mean Harry, who tries to seduce one of the local gals in the Hospital garden one night before he figures out that she's blind. Then he falls in love with her.

All this is getting a little complicated, meaning that it's time for the volcano to start acting up, which it does as if on cue. The govenor of the island (well played by Alexander Scourby, familiar to me as the narrator of the KJV bible on 40 something CDs) orders the evacuation of the island, in due consideration of the fact that lava is begining to stream down the sides of the mountain. What about the hospital, not to mention the children staying there? Well, Tracy - pardon me, Doonan - has a plan, in which he and the three parachute onto the volcano to lead the children and the hospital staff to safety. Governor Scourby - or maybe it was the ship's capitaine - agrees to wait unitl 4:00 the next day before taking off in a rescue schooner.

I won't give the rest away - what comes of the children, what comes of the priest and the convicts, and what comes of the budding romance between Ol' Blue Eyes and the Polynesian Beauty without eyesight - but it's fairly compelling drama of the disaster film cum Problem of Evil with bare bones theological commentary in dramatic form. I think it's worth seeing. I'll also note that, thus far, Tracy has the edge over Guiness when it comes to movie priests. The Gruff Exterior is inherently more dramatic than a Saint or a Genius.

Overall rating: B
Priest factor: B+

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Don't kill yourself! Not yet, anyway...

Fans of Walker Percy's Love In The Ruins may remember the "Qualitarian Centers" that helped people ease themselves gently into that good night. As has been the case for the last couple of decades, we in the Northwest are blazing a trail towards dignity at any cost. Rita L. Marker explains:

Like most jurisdictions, Mount Vernon has a team of experienced commissioned law enforcement officers who are highly trained crisis/hostage negotiators. To continually enhance their life-saving skills, they have periodic training sessions. One routine training that took place in early August indicates how assisted-suicide promotion can permeate activities in unexpected ways.

As part of that recent training session, Amber Ford, a social worker from the hospital's oncology department, presented a comprehensive two-hour discussion about the suicide risk among cancer patients. According to one of the attendees, her presentation was sensitive and informative. But, at the end, a jarring note was introduced. Prefacing her comments by explaining that she was aware of I-1000's controversial nature, Ford explained that assisted suicide, like hospice care, was among the alternatives available to cancer patients. And, in keeping with providing all options now available in the state, she distributed a brochure from Compassion & Choices (C & C), the assisted-suicide advocacy group (formerly called the Hemlock Society).

The brochure explains: "C & C created the coalition that passed I-1000 into law and now stewards, protects and upholds Washington's Death with Dignity Act. There is never a fee for any service provided by C & C, and confidentiality is strictly protected." A toll-free number is provided to make access to assisted suicide only a phone call away. The brochure notes that a C & C volunteer can help patients "locate physicians who support a patient's choice to use the law" - in other words, to find a doctor willing to prescribe a deadly overdose of drugs.

The irony was not lost on one experienced negotiator in attendance:

"I find it interesting that, as crisis negotiators, we are trying to talk people out of killing themselves. But by the end of the afternoon, we had a social worker from the oncology department of the hospital talking about being able to assist people in killing themselves."

If, indeed, part of crisis management eventually includes offering suicide assistance, it could lead to a rather bizarre screening process. When a 911 call comes in, will there be an extra step in the screening process? If a person calls, asking for help for a suicidal family member, will the screener ask if the person is terminally ill? If not, crisis negotiators could be dispatched to the scene. But, if the suicidal person is terminally ill, will she be given C & C's toll free number - so C & C could dispatch assisted-suicide facilitators?

There's no hilarity quite so hilarious as matters-of-life-and-death hilarity.

Father Brown (1954)

When Christ advised his disciples to be as crafty as serpents and as gentle as doves, he might have had Fr. Ignatius Brown in mind. This amiable priest, though simple and guileless, is a keen observer and an astute student of the human heart. He is -- or was, when G.K. Chesterton first conjured him up -- a new thing in the annals of detection: a kind of anti-Holmes, who captures crooks not by deductive reasoning from physical evidence, but by understanding the wayward ways of sinners.

The great Alec Guinness plays Fr. Brown, and quite well too. My first impression was that the cinematic Fr. Brown was rather too moon-faced, too naive, too much an apparent bumbler, but then I remembered that Chesterton himself described Fr. Brown as having "a face as round and dull as a Norfolk dumpling," and all, or nearly all, was forgiven. The story is based on the very first of Chesterton's Fr. Brown tales, "The Blue Cross", and it goes like this: Fr. Brown is taking a priceless treasure, a cross, to a Eucharistic Congress, and the renowned and flamboyent thief Flambeau intends to unburden him en route. Hilarity ensues. (In the film, the cross is said to have belonged to St. Augustine, and also to be "12 centuries old", which makes it the once-prized possession of a St. Augustine now lost to historical science.)

The trouble with short stories, insofar as they are considered from the vantage point of screenwriters, is that they are so consistently short. The screenwriter is obliged to have recourse to additional diversions and detours, drawing out the existing characters, introducing new ones, and whatever else belongs to the art of adaptation. The screenwriters here have done just that, but not always with grace, or even reason. At one point we see Fr. Brown, in an attempt to fool Flambeau (who is no fool), try the ol'switcheroo with some packages, apparently with the senseless intent of leaving his precious cross sitting unattended at a sidewalk cafe.

More troubling are some none too subtle touches that tarnish Fr. Brown's upright character. In the short story he leaves clues to assist the police in apprehending Flambeau; here he actually helps Flambeau to escape, and even deceives detectives into arresting an innocent bystander. True, his intention all along is to save Flambeau's soul, which is certainly a great good, but there is a distinct sense that he is pitting human justice against divine, and that, as the real Fr. Brown would certainly point out, is bad theology.

Yet Fr. Brown's priestly dignity is not entirely marred by these maladroit additions to the script. He does try to save Flambeau's soul, and he speaks seriously and perceptively with him about repentance. He is shown preaching, with considerable grace, and even authority, to his congregation. We are left in little doubt that he is, at heart, a good man. In that, at least, the story is true to its original.

Overall rating: B
Priest factor: B-



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To Our Medicare Patients

Attention Female Patients!!

"One More Hammer to Beat Up Bush"

Andy Klavan on the Recent NEA Scandal

Ditto on the Tenth Amendment Stuff

Healthcare Reform and Abortion Funding Explained

This is a helpfully clear and succinct explanation of what needs to happen if Obama's healthcare reform plan is going to be palatable to the majority of U.S. citizens who identify as pro-life.

Guess Who is the Most Progressive!

Clue: it's not Sweden.

Bullet List

The Korrektiv Kanine

Because of the high tech world, info is not getting relayed

May Contain an Occasional Seed

What lies at the bottom of the ocean and twitches?

We're going to hire this kid to organize Korrektiv's 5-year blogiversary bash coming up in November.

One Amazing Cake!

Pro-life Demonstrator Murdered

All Men Should Count with You, But None Should Count Too Much

The Speech in Plain English

The Sit-Down Pee, Revisited

A couple of years ago I posted a consideration of the sit-down pee, comparing two instances of it in cinema and literature.

Now we have this contribution to the discussion from Pastor Steven Anderson:

Germany's Next Top Model

As P.J. O'Rourke Says, "Voila Logic"

Cato Institute live blogs the President's Speech.

The Rules of Hi-Ho Cheerio

For those interested. Keep in mind that the board is very simple, you can make one yourself--but, don't get sued by Parker Brothers.

"No Time for the Old 'In/Out' , Luv, I've Just Come to Read the Meter"

Economy Roaring Back Sez Liberatarian Economist

No Shatner this time. I really wanted to take this opportunity to review "The Miracle of Mercilino". It is about a baby left on the doorstep of a monastary. The Brothers try to find a home for the tot in a local village, but their only taker is a villianous cad who would skirt 19th century Spanish child labor laws, so the Monks decide to raise the boy themselves. Mercilino grows to age six and full of beans, playing practical jokes on the priests and villagers. One day he sneaks up to the attic and finds a large wooden crucifix. He brings bread and wine up to the Man on the cross, who gratefully accepts it. The Man eventually asks the Mercilino what he would like more than anything in the world, the child tells Jesus that he would like to see his mother. The Man tells the boy to take a nap in his arms. The child dies in his sleep.

According to the menu, the movie is really called, "Mercilino Pan Y Vida".

Priest rating: C
Movie rating: B

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What's My Line w/Satch Paige

Shatner Twitters

My Best, Bill.

Jack Webb Schools The Prez on a Few Basics

Stand with Marco Rubio at MarcoRubio.com

In a Similar Vein

Killer Squirrel Alert!

Korrektiv Getting Psyched for Football Season (Despite The McCain Boycott):Pre-Sissified NFL Featuring Joe Kapp

From the YouTube archives.

What Ted Said

From Sen. Kennedy, Abortion, and the Party of the Little Guy:

In 1971, just two years before Roe v. Wade, Sen Kennedy responded to a man named Tom Dennelly of Great Neck, N.Y. who had written to the senator expressing his views on the matter of abortion. Here is how Kennedy responded: “While the deep concern of a woman bearing an unwanted child merits consideration and sympathy, it is my personal feeling that the legalization of abortion on demand is not in accordance with the value which our civilization places on human life. Wanted or unwanted, I believe that human life, even at its earliest stages, has certain rights which must be recognized — the right to be born, the right to love, the right to grow old.” And he went on: “when history looks back at this era it should recognize this generation as the one which cared for human beings enough to halt the practice of war, to provide a decent living for every family, and to fulfill its responsibility to its children from the very moment of conception.”

No, Danny, No!

Korrektiv Driving Tips: Supplemental Fact Sheet

Another K Kind of Day

Today is the first day of kindergarten for my eldest daughter, Tink McCain. After dropping her off, I turned to confront my own first day back at work after a two-month summer holiday. I sat at my desk awhile, scribbled down a list of things I need to get done today, then ventured over to the shelves in my office and absentmindedly pulled down Mary Karr's book of poems, Sinners Welcome. By sheer accident, I cracked it open right to this most apropos poem:

Revelations in the Key of K
by Mary Karr

I came awake in kindergarten,
under the letter K chalked neat
on a field-green placard leaned

on the blackboard's top edge. They'd caged me
in a metal desk--the dull word writ
to show K's sound. But K meant kick and kill

when a boy I'd kissed drew me
as a whiskered troll in art. On my sheet,
the puffy clouds I made to keep rain in

let torrents dagger loose. "Screw those
who color in the lines," my mom had preached,
words I shared that landed me on a short chair

facing the corner's empty, sheetrock page. Craning up,
I found my K high above.
You'll have to grow to here, its silence said.

And in the surrounding alphabet, my whole life hid--
names of my beloveds, sacred vows I'd break.
With my pencil stub applied to wall,

I moved around the loops and vectors,
Z to A, learning how to mean, how
in the mean world to be.

But while I worked the room around me
began to smudge--like a charcoal sketch my mom
was rubbing with her thumb. Then

the instant went, the month, and every season
smeared, till with a wrenching arm tug
I was here, grown, but still bent

to set down words before the black eraser
swipes our moment into cloud, dispersing all
to zip. And when I blunder in the valley

of the shadow of blank about to break
in half, my being leans against my spinal K,
which props me up, broomstick straight,

a strong bone in the crypt of meat I am.

[Source]

The sign of judgment: the earth will begin to sweat

There was a time when I spent a lot of time in public libraries. They're great places for the intellectually curious and the financially challenged. Then I became a public librarian -- and became jaded towards the library-going experience. Then I became an academic librarian; and now, after some years in academia, I am still fairly ruined for the joys of public library patronage. But I do enjoy poking my head in from time to time. So, the other day, while waiting for Walgreens to fill a prescription of antibiotics for my daughter's infected mosquito bite, I ventured into the nearby branch of the local public library system.

Among the gems I found while browsing the stacks was this: 1000: A Mass for the End of Time by a group of golden-throated ladies called Anonymous 4. I'm listening to it right now, and thumbing through the notes, including the Latin text with parallel English/French/German translation. The first line of the Processional Hymn is notable:

Judicii signum, tellus sudore madescit.

The sign of judgment: the earth will begin to sweat.

A prophetic reference to global warming? A description of New Orleans in August? In any case, quite an image, and a beautiful apocalyptic liturgy pulled from a millenium past.

Twit My Dad Says

Twitter has never really made sense to me until now. Some guy named Justin, 28 years old and living with his parents, is simply twittering various things his dad says. My favorite:

"The dog don't like you planting stuff there. It's his backyard. If you're the only one who shits in something, you own it. Remember that."

Red Ink XI

The Concord Coalition Plausible Baseline, created using the Congressional Budget Office’s (CBO) updated projections, shows that current policy would lead to $14.4 trillion in deficits over the next 10 years.

That's double the forecast of 7 trillion, just a few weeks ago. In trillions of dollars.

How big is a trillion? 1,000,000,000,000. That's not so big, is it? A zero here, a zero there; what's the difference?

Is there another way to visualize this? Try this. Or maybe this will make it more clear.

Surely this "Concord Coalition" is rag-tag group of right wing nut jobs, a bunch of tea-baggers straight out of one of those Town Hall meetings, right?

Wrong.

Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?

"...You Have to Bark or Meow to Get That Kind of Treatment

Ron Mueck

Speaking of the End of the World

Quin, do you got your ears on? Girard on War and Apocalypse.

Healthcare Reform Forum: Jon Stewart, Peggy Noonan, and Mark Shea

Jon Stewart on Healthcare Reform

Peggy Noonan on Healthcare Reform

Mark Shea on Healthcare Reform

Seattle Elects New Mayor

No, really.

Harold Ramis on the "Groundhog Day" Timeline

This ones for Rufus.

Frank Zappa on Crossfire 1986 Featuring Robert Novak (RIP)

A Complete Unknown

Following her police training, Buble said she indulged him.

"OK Bob, why don't you get in the car and we'll drive to the hotel and go verify this?' " she said she told him. "I put him in the back of the car. To be honest with you, I didn't really believe this was Bob Dylan. It never crossed my mind that this could really be him."

Buble made small talk on the ride to the hotel, asking her detainee where he was playing, she said, but never really believing a word he said.

"He was really nice, though, and he said he understood why I had to verify his identity and why I couldn't let him go," Buble said. "He asked me if I could drive him back to the neighborhood when I verified who he was, which made me even more suspicious.

"I pulled into the parking lot," she said, "and sure enough there were these enormous tour buses, and I thought, 'Whoa.'"

Her sergeant met her at the hotel parking lot.

"I got out of my car and said, "Sarg, this guy says he's Bob Dylan,'" Buble said. "He opened the car door, looked in, and said, 'That's not Bob Dylan.'"

"So we go over to the tour bus and knock on the door and some guy answers and I say, 'Are you missing someone?'"

"Who's asking?'' came the reply, according to Buble.

"I was in full uniform, so I say, 'I'm asking! I'm the police.'"

Eventually, the police were shown Dylan's passport, which Buble said she looked at, saw the legend's name, and rather sheepishly handed it back to Dylan's manager.

"OK,'' she recalled saying as she smiled. "Um, have a nice day."

Great Moments in the History of the Can-Am Bowl

This One's for Silverback: Who are the 46 Million?

P.J. O'Rourke on Women Who Do It and Other Topics of Interest

Watch the whole thing and you won't regret it.

Republicans for Obama

"Cuntzilla" on Obamacare and Other Topics of Interest

Conservativism At Its Worst

Exhibit A: Ad hominem, fearmongering idiocy

Exhibit B: Ad hominem, fearmongering idiocy dismantled point by point

Michael Yon Reports from Afghanistan (Includes Striking Pictures)