Monday, June 12, 2006

New Post over at Tattered Bits..

I posted my first real blarticle in a while over at Tattered Bits of Brain entitled "On the public's 'Right to Know.'"

I'm going to be pulling the plug on ol' Partisan Pundit here purty soon, and probably set up a auto-redirect page to refer any remaining visitors over there.

If you were ever kind enough to put a link on your site to my gutterwash, please be kind enough to update it to "Tattered Bits of Brain."

I'm also going to rebuilding my Blogroll, so if you've got a site and want it linked (I'll be keeping most of what I had before), let me know at partisanpundit(at)

Peace, out.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

That there is some hard-nosed mutha$#@$*& reporting, there.

An Iraqi man who was one of the first people on the scene after an airstrike that led to the death of Abu Musab al-Zarqawi told Associated Press Television News that he saw American troops beating a man who had a beard like the al-Qaida leader.

The witness said he saw the man lying on the ground, badly wounded but still alive. He said U.S. troops arriving on the scene wrapped the man's head in an Arab robe and began beating him. His account cannot be independently verified.

So, lessee here. "Some guy" (read: an unamed source) saw "some guy with a beard" (read: coulda been Zarqawi), and said US troops beat him. And, being the concientous and dedicated professional journalists that we are, we are going to print his completely unsubstanitantiated, uncorroborated, unverified statement (read: utter bullshit) as though it were gospel truth.

Because we are the AP, and it's what we do.

Has it ever occured to these brainless twats that perhaps the reason this individual was the first guy to reach the bombing site was because he was already there?! Out watching Zarqawi's girlfriend goat or maybe the driver of the car that brought the "spiritual advisor" to meet him?

And why did they use the picture of Zarqawi holding the M249 all Rambo like, instead of the pasty, bloody remains of his face that everyone else is using?

I am, at times, embarrassed by my Journalism degree.

(h/t to Gut Rumbles, one of my new favorite blogs..)

Time to build an Ark

It has rained for two weeks straight here in Okinawa. Not just the usual oh, a little sun, a little rain. It has poured, nearly non-stop, for two solid weeks. No sun, clouds, water everywhere.

This is why I left Seattle. Well, that and the nightmarish traffic.

I think I'm starting to mold.

Thursday, June 08, 2006


Zarqawi is partying with the other 10,000 or so of his buddies hanging around Meccah or wherever it is they go.

I can only hope that is was a Marine F/A-18 that dropped the bomb on his despicable head.

And the response from our boys at Al Queda News and Views?
"We want to give you the joyous news of the martyrdom of the mujahed sheik Abu Musab al-Zarqawi,"

Damn straight, boys. It's joyous news indeed. Hear that? Coalition forces continue to spread joy in Iraq.

I could just sit around all day long thinking up innovative and creative ways to fill those Al Queda boys with all sort of joy and happiness. Yup, make it a full time avocation I could.


Did I mention already how DEAD Zarcheesi is?

Stolen from Six Meat Buffet

...and, sadly, it was apparently a couple of Air Farce F-16s which brough Zarqawi world suddenly crashing down around him. Oh well.

Monday, June 05, 2006

No, this time I mean it...

Remember those three jobs I talked about having, and how I was going to have to pitch in the towel on the whole blogging thing? And then everyone was all wailing, gnashing of teeth and carrying on about how I just couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't DARE quit?

Well, I'm not quitting all the way.

There's plenty of other folks out there doing it as good or better than anything I can slop together in the few stolen moments between projects, i.e. - when I should probably be working on something that was due yesterday and I won't get done until tomorrow.

I invite you to wander by my only remaining blog effort, "Tattered Bits of Brain" for whatever random bit of cerebral effluvium flakes off of my cerebral cortex and drifts down to lay a fine layer of word-like dust across the screen, from time to time.

Other than that, go read Garfield Ridge or something.