Why this is an Army, and not Navy, project escapes me. But no matter, here’s an interesting tidbit I found over at Military.com:

The Army recently handed Case Western Reserve University and Waltham, MA’s Infoscitex Corp. a joint contract to start investigating a “Microfabricated Biomimetic Artificial Gill System… based on the subdividing regions of clef, filament, and lamellae found in natural fish gills.” In the first phase of the program, “gas exchange units will be designed and demonstrated for rapid, efficient extract of oxygen from surrounding water.”

Further, it seems the Israelis already have something

The White House has issued this paper on our strategy in Iraq, which the President’s speech today tracked. Glenn Reynolds reminds us of Steven Den Beste’s seminal post from two years ago, and links to TigerHawk, who has been keeping the flame alive.

What I’m not seeing, however, is some tie-in between achievement of objectives and redeployment of troops.

How cool, here we sit in Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson Airport, waiting for our flight to Denver. Tickets all bought, reservations all made, now I’m live blogging on the wi-fi here. I hope my daughter got more sleep last night thanI did. r-u-f-f! It was something like 10 PM by the time we finished packing and left. Then there was a 2-hr drive to get in position for the ride to the airport this morning.

OK, soon time to go. Then we’ll be in Denver and environs. Tomorrow is practice for the wedding, and on Friday it’s the real thing. Then as Joe and Sheri take their honeymoon, we go do our visiting thing, stopping by my old unit, etc.

Take care friends, we’ll be back here next week!

We recieved this extended comment yesterday to my post: “House Members Want Info On Military’s Human Guinea Pigs.” As it has fallen off the front page, I thought I’d repost it here.

SHADY SHAD SHELLGAME?

The U.S. Army’s Project 112 and its Navy component, Project SHAD, started in 1961 when Robert McNamara and JFK allotted $4 billion and ten years to create a Bio-Chemical juggernaut. Decades of unanswered questions had just begun.

In Judith Miller’s 1999 book, “Germs”, William Capers Patrick III, the head of Bio-Chemical Weapons development programs at Fort Detrick, Maryland for more than 30 years, states, “We didn’t sit around talking about the moral implications of what we were doing. We were problem-solving… you never connected it to people.” Nonetheless, Dr. J. Clifton Spendlove did indeed connect it to people via the Army’s Deseret Test Center, Utah command post. Deposed for a class action suit brought by the VVA on behalf of some Project SHAD participants, Spendlove revealed sailors were purposely used as “human samplers”, citing several documents and films laying out the scope and methods of the tests. Mind you, these “human samplers” were never trained or warned nor given any “informed consent” opportunity to opt out. The callous disregard continues to this day as the Pentagon, VA, Institute of Medicine and others ignore all attempts at Congressional oversight intended to reveal the true impact of the events.

At least five Flathead Valley, Montana Sailors served in the Granville Hall. One died by age 36 from “cancer of unknown origin”. Some were there from 1963-70 as they transported Smithsonian Institution scientists to numerous locations during their “Pacific Ocean Biological Survey Program”, the purpose of which was to determine whether migratory birds could be used as effective “avian vectors” to deliver Biological Weapons. They could. Prior to Project SHAD, the Granville Hall and its sister ship, the USS George Eastman, collected radioactive fallout during a decade-long period encompassing dozens of aboveground nuclear tests in the Marshall Islands. Another Flathead Veteran sailed on the Granville Hall shortly after Project SHAD and has been awarded a VA 100% service-connected disability. He never knew of either preceding project until he saw my guest opinion in the Daily Inter Lake.

No one has produced any documentation indicating that these two ships had ever had their interiors effectively decontaminated. The Granville Hall was the main lab ship for the programs, vulnerable to many pathogenic contaminants. The George Eastman had deadly VX Gas pumped directly into its ventilation system. The disturbing truth is that although SHAD Veteran Frank Tetro has located over 350 “Granny Boys” since 1985, fewer than 10 have surfaced from the George Eastman.

Contrary to the title “Shipboard Hazard and Decontamination”, which insinuates the concept of defending U.S. Servicemen, there’s not one page of the 28,444 listed in the official disclosure of information on Project 112 mandated by Public Law 107-314 containing any data on protective gear created by these programs. Please see here. The entire program from start to finish was designed to find ways to create and distribute deadly Bio-Chemical Weapons. The more than 10,000 Human Test Rats used and abused along the way are consequently no more than an aging inconvenience.

The Billings Gazette quoted Jack Alderson as saying, “Most of them are very proud of what they did, they’d just like to have it acknowledged.” However, of the more than 150 Project 112 and Project SHAD participants who have contacted me since the programs began being declassified in early 2000, none are seeking a red badge of courage. The want answers. Early on, one unforgettable caller told me, “Last week I received notification that I was involved in Project SHAD. Two weeks ago I was diagnosed with liver, spleen, and pancreatic cancer. Can you help me?” He’d been deserted by his country and died in shameful ignominy.

Please help us find the survivors. It’s crucial to support Representative Rehberg, currently the only Republican co-sponsor out of 16 for House Resolution 4259 [The Veterans Right to Know Act]. If you know anyone who might have been involved, direct them to http//www1.va.gov/SHAD where there is contact information and lists of ships, land locations, and dates utilized. They can also receive information and assistance by calling the VA at (800) 749-8387 and/or the DoD at (800) 497-6261.

Thank you,

J.B. Stone
900 Wisconsin Avenue #16
Whitefish, MT 59937

406-862-7514, 862-8739 – message

PS: J.B. served during Project SHAD on the Granville Hall in 1969. He was honorably discharged from the Navy less than 10 months afterward for unnamed “physical disabilities”. His infant daughter died from secondary SHAD exposures in 1980. He’s still waiting for approval of his VA Disability Claim.

Update: Here’s a recent Billings Gazette story:

Night after night, the jets growled overhead and sprayed clouds of dangerous germs and chemicals over the five U.S. tugboats drifting silently in the dark.

Each time, John Olsen hunkered inside tugboat No. 2085 and waited for the mist to settle.

He and the others then gathered air samples inside the boat and handed them over to the scientists who seemed out of place on a pitching tugboat more than 800 miles southwest of Hawaii.

In the morning, the sailors scrubbed the ship with powerful cleaning agents in preparation for the next airplane visit.

The tests, dubbed Shady Grove, were conducted between January and April of 1965 as part of a larger, top secret government program to try out chemical and biological weapons.

Olsen is sure that some of the germs leaked into the tugboats and is fairly convinced there’s a connection between Shady Grove and his health problems years later.

But back then, they assumed they were safe.

“We were just doing what we were supposed to do,” said Olsen, 65, who lives in Billings. “I trusted them.”

Now, 40 years later, those who took part in the tests are pressing the federal government to account for the harm the tests may have caused.

Read the whole thing.

For the past several weeks, I have been watching the Discovery Channel’s reissue of Carl Sagan’s Cosmos. And I am impressed by how well this has held up over the decades.

And I am so amazed at the way he ties the Abyss to the Infinite. This is classic.

I mean, this is all remedial for me: Sagan knew nothing of 11-dimensional String Theory, or Quantum Computing. On tonight’s episode, he marvels at the New York Public Library’s “10¹⁵ bits of information.”

I think that’s a gross underestimate. But no matter. Sagan also prophesized the emergence of a “global intelligence.” And is that not what we are approaching with the Internet?

But yet, Sagan also prophesizes about mankind’s rise above the lizard’s instincts of territoriality and homopredation. And I don’t see that we’ve made any progress on that front.

Here, I chose to quote Gene Roddenberry and C. J. Holland (via Patrick Stewart)¹ quoting Shakespeare:

Oh, I know Hamlet. And what he said with irony, I say with conviction: “What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties. In form, and moving, how express and admirable. In action, how like an angel… In apprehension, how like a god!”

Irony or conviction - your call.
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1) From ST:TNG - Hide And Q 11/23/87

Scott Johnson at Powerline is concerned with this from Mark Steyn’s Telegraph article, “Wake Up and Listen to the Muezzin“:

Tablighi Jamaat, the Islamic missionary group, has announced plans to build a mosque next door to the new Olympic stadium. The London Markaz will be the biggest house of worship in the United Kingdom: it will hold 70,000 people - only 10,000 fewer than the Olympic stadium, and 67,000 more than the largest Christian facility (Liverpool’s Anglican cathedral). Tablighi Jamaat plans to raise the necessary £100 million through donations from Britain and “abroad”.

And I’ll bet they do. I may be a notorious Islamophobic hatemonger, but, watching these two projects go up side by side in Newham, I don’t think there’ll be any doubt which has the tighter grip on fiscal sanity. Another year or two, and Londoners may be wishing they could sub-contract the entire Olympics to Tablighi Jamaat.

I was slightly surprised by the number of e-mails I’ve received in the past 48 hours from Britons aggrieved about the new mega-mosque. To be sure, it would be heartening if the Archbishop of Canterbury announced plans to mark the Olympics by constructing a 70,000-seat state-of-the-art Anglican cathedral, but what would you put in it? Even an all-star double bill comprising a joint Service of Apology to Saddam Hussein followed by Ordination of Multiple Gay Bishops in Long-Term Committed Relationships (Non-Practising or Otherwise, According to Taste) seems unlikely to fill the pews. Whatever one feels about it, the London Markaz will be a more accurate symbol of Britain in 2012 than Her Majesty pulling up next door with the Household Cavalry.

Scott’s chief cause of concern is the true nature of Tablighi Jamaat. His post, and the accompanying links, are well worth a read. But that wasn’t the central theme of Steyn’s article, which is what piqued my interest:

I notice, for example, that signatories to the Kyoto treaty are meeting in Montreal this week - maybe in the unused Olympic stadium - to discuss “progress” on “meeting” their “goals”. Canada remains fully committed to its obligation to reduce its greenhouse-gas emissions by six per cent of its 1990 figure by 2008.

That’s great to know, isn’t it? So how’s it going so far?

Well, by the end of 2003, Canada’s greenhouse-gas emissions were up 24.2 per cent.

Meanwhile, how are things looking in the United States? As you’ll recall, in a typically “pig-headed and blinkered” (Independent) act that could lead to the entire planet becoming “uninhabitable” (Michael Meacher), “Polluter Bush” (Daily Express), “this ignorant, short-sighted and blinkered politician” (Friends of the Earth), rejected the Kyoto treaty. Yet somehow the “Toxic Texan” (everybody) has managed to outperform Canada on almost every measure of eco-virtue.

How did that happen?

Actually, it’s not difficult. Signing Kyoto is nothing to do with reducing “global warming” so much as advertising one’s transnational moral virtue. America could reduce its greenhouse-gas emissions by 87 per cent and Canada could increase them by 673 per cent and the latter would still be a “good citizen of the world” (in the Prime Minister’s phrase) while “Polluter Bush” would still be in the dog house, albeit a solar-powered one.

This is pretty typical. If you think back to the Tsunami, while the governments of the world were busy making “pledges”, and berating the US, our government and NGOs were stepping up to the plate.

But it goes further:

Likewise, those public sector union workers determined to keep their right to retire at 60. I’ve had many conversations with New Labour types in which my belief in low - if not undetectable - levels of taxation has been cited as evidence of my selfishness. But what’s more selfish than spending the last 20 years of your life on holiday and insisting that the fellows who can’t afford to retire at 60 should pay for it?

Forget Kyoto and the problem of “unsustainable growth”; the crisis that Britain and most of Europe faces is unsustainable sloth. Their insistence, at a time of falling birth rates and dramatic demographic change, on clinging to the right to pass a third of your adult life as one long bank holiday ought to be as morally reprehensible as what Gary Glitter gets up to on his own weekend breaks. Apart from anything else, its societal impact is far more widespread.

And here’s where it hits home. Because we have a certain degree of that here as well. We could “fix” the Social Security crisis permanently, if we simply raised the retirement age to 75, and continued to raise it as life expectancy increases. But it would be political suicide for one of our elected representatives to take this stand.

Update: Clive Davis looks at contemporary attitudes to Kyoto. It seems the US was way ahead of the curve here.

Don’t you love this time of year when everyone comes to you with their hand out? Ah, the spirit of giving.

This one doesn’t hurt much. It’s 10 dollar Tuesday over at Radio Paradise. If you use them and keep meaning to send them money, now’s a good time. If you don’t use them, give them a shot. They’re like mixing your weird uncle’s iPod with yours and putting it on shuffle…and they’re commerical free.

With Hollywood seemingly unable to come up with anything better than yet another treatment of Jane Austen, Eugene Volokh thinks The Last Duel would make a good movie. It’s a history of the last judicial trial by combat authorized by the French central government, in 1386:

It’s got friendship gone sour; a battle to the death; a complaining witness (the wife of one of the combatants, who had accused the other of rape) who would face immediate burning at the stake (on the grounds that she had been proved a perjurer) if her husband and champion was defeated; and a battle scene that’s shocking even to me, after all the battle scenes I’ve read about and watched in movies.

I doubt any Hollywood heavies read either of these two blogs. But who knows?

After John Bolton’s success at getting the UN Security Council to condemn Hizbullah’s recent attack of Israel, OpinionJournal’s James Taranto want’s to know:

Would someone remind us again why senators filibustered Bolton’s appointment? Was it because he was supposed to be an ineffective diplomat, or an effective one? Or was it just because he hurt George Voinovich’s little feelings?

Spirit of America has launched a fundraising campaign that began last week and will run through the end of this year. Bloggers have joined together in the past to get the word out and this time we’re joined by Gen Tommy Franks and Senator John McCain.

Spirit of America’s mission is to extend the goodwill of the American people to assist those advancing freedom, democracy and peace abroad. We provide support to those on the front lines: American military and civilian personnel and people who call to Americans for help in their struggle for freedom and democracy.

Spirit of America is a 501c3 nonprofit supported solely through private-sector contributions. We do not receive funding from the government or military. Your donation is 100% tax-deductible.

Please check out the videos and and the website and see if you can’t help our folks in Iraq and Afghanistan show the people there the true spirit of the American people. You generosity can make a world of difference.

This from South Africa’s News24.com:

Baghdad - The Iraqi army said on Thursday it had seized a number of booby-trapped children’s dolls, accusing insurgents of using the explosive-filled toys to target children.

The dolls were found in a car, each one containing a grenade or other explosive, said an army statement.

The government said that two men driving the car had been arrested in the western Baghdad district of Abu Ghraib.

“This is the same type of doll as that handed out on several occasions by US soldiers to children,” said government spokesperson Leith Kubba.

I don’t generally get around to WestHawk; this is from three weeks ago:

Yesterday the U.S. Department of Defense announced its troop rotation plan for Iraq for mid 2006. Only six Army brigades have been given warning orders for deployment to Iraq in mid 2006 (and only one of these six brigades is from the National Guard). In addition to these Army units, the Marine Corps will continue to support two regimental combat teams (equivalent to a brigade) in Iraq.

This winter and spring there will be 15-17 U.S. brigades in Iraq, including the 4-brigade strong 101st Airborne and 4th Infantry Divisions, 2 brigade-equivalents from the Marine Corps, and a variety of independent brigades (Stryker, armored cavalry regiment, etc.).

Thus, yesterday’s Defense Department announcement is a planned halving in U.S. maneuver units in Iraq between winter and summer.

Read the whole thing.

Hat Tip: Donald Sensing, who cites this as further proof that the Jackasses’ demands for Iraq drawdowns are nothing more than politics.

This from Mark Sappenfield at CSM:

BROOK PARK, OHIO – Cpl. Stan Mayer has seen the worst of war. In the leaves of his photo album, there are casual memorials to the cost of the Iraq conflict - candid portraits of friends who never came home and graphic pictures of how insurgent bombs have shredded steel and bone.

Yet the Iraq of Corporal Mayer’s memory is not solely a place of death and loss. It is also a place of hope. It is the hope of the town of Hit, which he saw transform from an insurgent stronghold to a place where kids played on Marine trucks. It is the hope of villagers who whispered where roadside bombs were hidden. But most of all, it is the hope he saw in a young Iraqi girl who loved pens and Oreo cookies.

Like many soldiers and marines returning from Iraq, Mayer looks at the bleak portrayal of the war at home with perplexity - if not annoyance. It is a perception gap that has put the military and media at odds, as troops complain that the media care only about death tolls, while the media counter that their job is to look at the broader picture, not through the soda straw of troops’ individual experiences.

Yet as perceptions about Iraq have neared a tipping point in Congress, some soldiers and marines worry that their own stories are being lost in the cacophony of terror and fear. They acknowledge that their experience is just that - one person’s experience in one corner of a war-torn country. Yet amid the terrible scenes of reckless hate and lives lost, many members of one of the hardest-hit units insist that they saw at least the spark of progress.

Of course, The Christian Science Monitor isn’t The New York Times. But it’s a start.

I’m confident that it won’t take much to overcome the liberal “quagmire” meme, as it is, and always has been, written on tissue paper. Further, the American people have never shied away from sacrificing blood and treasure in the name of liberty - so long as they can be assured that progress is being made. Indeed, had those 2,100 lives been lost on the initial push to Baghdad, we still would have reveled at how “easily” we had accomplished the initial mission. It’s been the daily trickle of death - with no reported signs of progress - which has demoralized the general public.

Hat Tip: InstaPundit

I woke up way too early coughing my lungs out. I have to at least stop in at work today. My sinuses are packed solid. My head is throbbing.

Laughing seems to clear things up for me.

So…what’s your favorite joke right now? Funny story? Amuzing anecdote?

If you watched Grey’s Anatomy tonight, that should make you laugh uncontrolably for at least a full minute.

God I hate laughing when I’ve got a cold…but my ears popped.

“What’s up?” Stop, you’re killing me.

So there is a kerfuffle (expounded on here, with links) about small children behaving badly in public places, and how on earth two different sets of people can peacefully co-exist; those people who would like to enjoy a cup of coffee or a fine meal, or an excursion to someplace of interest in peace and quiet… and those people who would like to do so, accompanied by children. And there is the third set of people, those owners and proprietors of such places, who want very much to cater to both sets, and somehow avoid the incoming fire from both parties… as well as lawsuits, should misbehaving little monsters somehow manage to injure themselves or others.

Honestly, it’s not really about children, actually… it’s more about parents who can’t or won’t insist on a certain degree of decorum from their offspring, little caring that while they will put up with a lot from their offspring, other people are not so obliged. I speak of one who has been there, in all three capacities; as the parent of a willful child of a particularly tempestuous nature, as a horrified witness to parental malpractice in public spaces, and as a contract employee in a department store, observing children who were charming, well-behaved and polite, and others who were clearly running amuck.

I worked once with another single-parent female NCO whose kindergarten age son was a horror— she would never, ever, follow through on a warning or a threat when he disobeyed. Every other experienced parent within earshot would cringe, whenever she said, in that uncertain, pleading voice “Sugar, don’t do (whatever he was heading straight for doing)… you don’t want to be in time-out, do you?” Whereas it was perfectly clear he didn’t give a shit for time-out or any other of her pathetic threats, and I would think, despairingly, “If he doesn’t have any respect for you now, what in the hell are you going to do when he is a hulking teenager and a foot taller than you?” She never, ever, delivered on any threat made in public hearing, and of course, her son was a willful little monster… and one with plenty of company, as I saw in that brief season when I worked retail, and observed the horror of snotty-nosed, sticky-handed small children heading straight for the designer clothing racks. I had a special technique for those children, though; I would appear noiselessly among the racks, and murmur confidently; “Darling, you had best go back to your mommy… do you know what we do with unattached children at closing time? Security takes them away, and those who aren’t adopted by store staff are raised to be sales associates… where do you think we get new store staff?” This would usually reattach them to their parental unit as if they had been velcroed there, although there were a small percentage of children and parental units who upon hearing this, looked hopeful and said “Really??!!” (Working at the same department section, Blondie was much less subtle— she would tell the same sticky-handed small children that the fur coats were only sleeping, that they were chained to the racks to prevent them from waking up and leaping down to fall upon and eat small, disobedient children.)

At the end of the day, my sympathies are split, but with a large chunk of it being with those parents who have children to do behave well in public (or mostly behave well) but catch it in the neck, anyway. There’s nothing quite as agonizing as going into an upscale San Francisco restaurant with a toddler— who for a change is behaving rather well— and being treated like some sort of leper by the waiter. Whom I left with a 25 cent tip, by the way…. Unlike the waiter in a similar restaurant the night before, who fussed over my daughter, and brought her some crackers and finger food along with my menu, to while away the minutes until my order was ready. I have always counted myself lucky that Blondie’s terrible twos coincided with our PCS to Greece, where it seemed that children were admired, and petted and indulged universally… but usually managed to behave themselves in public.

The occasional horrific temper-tantrum— like the time she threw a glass on the floor in a pizza restaurant in Glyphada, screamed her head off, and bit me on the forearm so hard I had a lump there for months— were passed over with equanimity by the waiter and everyone else present. “Children— eh, they will be children,” seemed to be the waiter’s attitude, as he swept up the glass, and no one turned a hair when I spanked her just outside the front door. I couldn’t help noticing how differently children, and their parents were treated in Greece, how much less nerve-racking going out into public spaces in Greece with her actually was, even though I still couldn’t count on much beyond fifteen or twenty minutes of good behavior from her in any one venue. I couldn’t help noticing how everyone noticed children, paid attention to them, petted them, indulged them with treats and admiration, gave extravagant notice of how important they were, how special and cherished… valued not just by their parents, but everyone, from the granny in the hardware store where I bought propane bottles giving her a bit of penny candy, to the priest in the square by the Metropolitan Cathedral, giving her a blessing and a little icon the size of a baseball trading card. I also couldn’t help noticing that children in Greece were confident and secure… sometimes a little brash… but almost always quite well behaved… and out and about with their parents everywhere.

It was such a contrast to what it had been in the States, before we transferred. It just seemed like they liked children a whole lot more, and were a lot more indulgent about bad behavior… but there was a lot less bad behavior around. Were children liked and indulged because they were fairly well-mannered…. Or were they well-mannered because they were liked and indulged? I’ll leave the sociologists to figure out that one.

Uncle Jimbo over at Blackfive has a very good piece called Iraq Endgame - Let’s Win the Narrative.

Recommended reading…unless of course you’re one of them long-haired hippy type pinko fags with a commie flag in your garage…then it’s just going to piss you off.

Luckily for Harrison Ford, this actor could not take this role, named for George Lucas’ dog, because he was already committed to play this character.

Congratz (again) to reader Bill (see comments).

The United States Postal Service has apparently done away with the Madonna and Child postage stamps for this year. Unless my memory has gone all whacky, not unheard of, we’ve had some sort of Jesus and Mary stamp since I can remember. Any Stamp Collectors out there?

This year’s Christmas Holiday stamps include Holiday Cookies and Holiday Ornaments. There is no Kwanza this year. There is no Hanukkah. There are cookies and ornaments.

You know, I’m not even religious. In my house be believe in God but we don’t acknowledge any particular religion other than we kind of have to admit we’re Christians by the simple fate of our environment. I KNOW that mythology. But to me it’s just another mythology, another attempt to explain things. I think Taoism does a better job but that has more to do with the physical world than the spiritual. But I do acknowledge that there’s got to be something else going on in the world other than what Newton and Einstein figured out, I just don’t think any of the current churches have it figured out either and most have stopped trying and just set up shop with what they’ve got. Does it sell? Yes. Good enough.

But going back to my High School U.S. History teacher I have to put down my foot and stare at the silliness of those who would try to take Christmas out of the holidays. It’s Christmas if you’re a Christian, it’s Hannakuh if you’re Jewish, it’s Kwanza if you’re…whatever that is, I claim complete ignorance other than I assume it’s something spiritual in nature. And don’t get all “Hah!” with me, I’ve never claimed to be anything more than a very white boy. I like Earth Wind and Fire, my heart goes pittity pat over Alicia Keys’ voice, but my black friends really wish I wouldn’t dance to them…ever. And for the Pagans, let’s not forget the pagans, they made most of our mythology up to begin with, like it or not, it’s the Winter Solstice.

Where was I? Oh yes, High School U.S. History. Mr. Bryer. “Where in the U.S. Constitution does it say ‘Freedom from religion?’ Anyone? Buellor? Ah yes, Mr Timmer, care to enlighten us with your shining intellect?” “Yes sir, it’s in the First Amendment.” “And once again Mr Timmer crashes into flames on the poorly waxed floor beneath our feet.”

Nowhere ladies and gentlement, nowhere are we guaranteed freedom FROM religion just freedom OF religion. You want your own holiday stamp, get you religion together and make enough noise to get the USPS to issue one. Do us all a favor though and make it in December or January. Jump on the bandwagon. Let’s cram all the religious high festive holidays into one time of year. Let’s make it a bigger party. Really piss of the folks who are offended by any sort of spiritual acknowledgement. That would make the Baby Jesus smile.

Hat tip to Ann Althouse. Whom I’ve just discovered because of the OSM/PJM ee-I-ee-I-oh kerfuffle. Yeah, I know Reynolds links to her all the time but half the time Reynolds’ page won’t load so seriously…I had no idea.

Wizbang’s is up.
So is OTB’s.
Random Numbers has got one going on.