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The Spectacle Blog
At the WaPo. That's the best move for everyone involved.
RedState's experiencing a bit of a server overload right now.
UPDATE (3:39 p.m.): Domenech has an explanation and apology up at RedState. It is important to note this was the left blogosphere's gold mine after two days of invective. And they did strike gold. Domenech owns up for the most part, saying that while the plagiarized inserts were the work of his editor at the Flat Hat, he was ultimately responsible but as a "sloppy" "teenager." At 18- or 19-years-old, you're a man. Like Ben, I've traded on my work as a college student. I'll answer for its quality and integrity if it's ever questioned, as should Ben.
Sorry, Wlady: J.J. Redick has been about as coddled this year as the President. But for many years to come it will be the bitter, mirthless sport of the anti-Dukies, playing the only game they can win, to heap every cheap insult and vindictive ignominity on the Blue Devils, until, at last, Duke loses a tournament game -- whereupon their crude and hollow laughter dares mock the emotion of players like Redick, whose victories are already legend.
I'm watching closely how this one unfolds. Washingtonpost.com's newest blogger, Ben Domenech, a young veteran of various conservative publications and blogs as well as Capitol Hill and the Bush administration, is faced with very serious charges of plagiarism. He ought to answer them, and quickly. If true, he ought to resign. Or the Post should fire him. That very discussion between Domenech and the Post probably explains the silence on his blog over this.
What a fine reminder that politics/journalism (nearly one and the same) in this town is a full-contact sport.
An endearing new nickname in the ranks of serious basketball is Big Baby. One such is LSU's 6'9", 310-pound sophomore Glen Davis, a mighty tough hombre who last night helped power his team to an NCAA tournament victory over top-seed Duke, which probably now thinks of him as Big Brute. Another Big Baby is Los Angeles Lakers' rookie center Andrew Bynum, a still growing 18 year old who received that moniker from his proud mentor, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. A recent story describes how Baby Bynum went mano-a-mano with Shaquille O'Neal, and lived to talk about it.
One other thing can be said about these two toddlers: Big Babies don't cry.
Just caught this on the WSJ Law Blog: Henry W. Saad, President Bush's nominee to the 6th Circuit Court of Appeals, withdrew his name from consideration yesterday. Michigan's Senators Levin and Stabenow had been blocking his nomination.
Yes, he was the same one Harry Reid smeared by saying there was "a problem" in his FBI report.
It would have been nice to see some Republican Senators fight for him. Instead... silence.
As it happens, several of the Weekly Standard guys have it out for lousy commercials too. Their beef? Rotten song selection -- Oasis for AT&T/SBC, the Go-Gos for Papa John's. They say "most annoying;" I say the ad industry is the welfare state of the entertainment society. Light reading while we digest the incalculable perfidy of a Russian Iraq war plan leak.
Yesterday, thanks to Col. Joe Long, (USMC, Ret.) a few of us had a pre-opening tour of the new National Museum of the Marine Corps at Quantico Marine Base. Scheduled to open to the public on 10 November (the Marines' Birthday, natch) it's everything you could hope it to be. Exciting, awesome, and focused around the most effective weapon this country has ever had: the Marine infantryman. You'll be able to climb through the fuselage of a helicopter and onto a hill in Vietnam, "ride" a Higgins boat onto the beach at Iwo Jima and see and hear the recollecions of many who fought in those and other battles.
According to this report from the FT, Monsewer Chirac - in the company of a coupla similarly fromaged off minor minions -- stormed out of an EU summit meeting, "...at the decision of Ernest-Antoine Seillière, head of the Unice employers organisation, to make a plea for economic reform in 'the language of business.'"
That would be English, by the way.