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See what Aznar is up against? A EUnuch minister is now saying that any EU members harboring the secret CIA terrorist detention centers may have their EU voting rights suspended. From Breitbart:
"EU Justice and Home Affairs Commissioner Franco Frattini warned Monday any EU nation found to have operated secret CIA prisons could have their EU voting rights suspended. "I would be obliged to propose to the Council (of EU Ministers) serious consequences, including the suspension of voting rights in the Council," Frattini said at a counter-terrorism conference."
As I've written before, in Inside the Asylum, membership in the EU and membership in NATO are a conflict of interests. Whenever a NATO member goes along with contradictory EU defense policy they may be in violation of their obligations under the NATO treaty.
Jose Maria Aznar -- the former Spanish PM tossed out of office days after the 3-11 Madrid train bombings -- is appealing to NATO members to wake up and smell the coffee, to join together to defend each other from Islamic terrorism. In a good -- but horrifically unrealistic -- piece in today's WSJ (sub req'd), Aznar says that NATO should be reorganized around fighting that threat because homeland security can no longer be differentiated from the broader concepts of national security. Here's the money quote:
Larry: No, it is 390-horsepower, but a good bit taller than 23 inches. But your idea of wringing it out on a track is not one I'll dismiss. Hmm. Speed is electronically limited to 155 mph, according to the specs, so about two hours would do it. If I can hang on that long.
Hmmm, 390 hp, ruby red, is it also about 23 inches high? Well, whatever, here's a solution. Have a flatbed tow truck take it and you to a private race track -- there are such -- and knock yourself out. Should take about 2 hours and 15 minutes, right?
Andrew Sullivan is fighting a germ insurgency. I'm stunned by the lack of pre-infection planning that has resulted in this quagmire. Though we may still win thanks to the bravery of the common white blood cell, it sometimes seems unlikely. The shocking revelations about abuse of imprisoned germs were particularly disheartening. Ultimately Sullivan's cold and flu medicine must be held accountable for its failure. That means drinking swampwater instead of medicine. Swampwater has struck a somewhat more gay-friendly political posture than medicine, but the suggestion that support for swampwater over medicine is about homosexuality, and not about the war on germs and other issues, is an unanswerable smear.
(Disclaimer for the humor-impaired: I hope Andrew feels better soon, and am not actually suggesting that he ought to drink swampwater.)
John: Methinks the dealership has about as much of a clue about how to deal with this as my 6-month old lab puppy. He, at least, would know to chew on the leather, and his attitude is vastly less arrogant and hostile than the service manager. I wouldn't try the jacks myself. Vibration of the car, at any appreciable wheel speed, could take it off the jacks and let fly across Loudoun County by itself. Which is one of the few things worse than letting the jokers from the dealership have it. No, methinks we'll play Dukes of Hazzard for a coupla days between here and our normally-distant haunts. And then take it to a real expert we know in Falls Church.
I trust that by week's end, we'll be laughing about it, remembering the nonsense only as a redundant proof of the Gipper's adage that government isn't the solution, it's the problem. Nevertheless, this is the most idiotic Catch-22 I've come across in many moons.
Jed: Why would the dealership need to drive it around for a few weeks? Why not just lift all four wheels off the ground with a few jacks and set a brick on the accelerator for an hour or two, then refill the tank and repeat? They could clock the necessary mileage in less than a day.
Thanksgiving Eve was a joyous occasion in our household, and not only because of the arrival of two of the four twentysomethings (well, three if you count one young lady in tow). #4 son drove in from Laramie, Wyoming in my new supercar.
Having purchased it in September from its original owner in Colorado Springs, and registered it in the Commonwealth to get temporary plates, said registration had expired on his arrival. On Thursday afternoon, I dutifully drove it to our formerly favorite Ford dealer and delivered written instructions to perform an emissions inspection (a legal predicate to obtaining a permanent registration) and adjust the timing and other functions necessary for it to produce maximum power at this altitude (what one does for a car that operates at above 5,000 feet, as this had, is slightly different than for a car that operates here at near sea level.) Ay, and there's the rub.
Wlady, it's because Ali refused the draft, was barred from boxing for a period, and then returned as a martyr. He attained designated worship object (DWO) status at that time. Interesting rhetorical questions: How many elements of DWO status (black, female, gay, HIV positive, labor union, communist, radical, etc.) does a figure have to have? Are there any absolute essentials? Would a Rocky Balboa-type white Ali have been possible? Poor Italian kid refuses Selective Service with the counseling of his religious leaders, and so forth?