How Al Quaeda are helping the US

Something strange happened last month. The Supreme Court of the United States of America (SCOTUS) ruled that the US are not allowed to haul the prisoners of Guantanamo Bay into military tribunals. If they are going to be tried, SCOTUS seems to say, it must be in a decent court of law, using a decent set of rules.

Typically SCOTUS does not pass rulings from thin air; first, a case must be brought before them. And in this instance the case was brought by one of the prisoners. To be precise, Osama Bin Laden’s driver. I think it is pretty safe to assume that he was a member of Al Quaeda.

So why does Al Quaeda seem to be helping Americans regain their freedoms? I don’t think they are trying to. If anything, Al Quaeda would believe this to be a great publicity stunt; see how we even rule their highest court!

The problem is not so much the verdict of the SCOTUS, but the fact that American people of good will did nothing while the enemy did their jobs. It is about time that the lunacy of the Bushites is ended by decent Americans. And the way to do that is to assert themselves. It should not be Al Quaeda who make sure US law is enforced on US soil.

There are a few footnotes to my opinion. One is that it really is not my business what Americans do with their country–except of course that they tend to send those doings first to foreign markets in order to try them out. I happen to live in those foreign markets.

The other is that in this particular case only the Al Quaeda guy had standing; there was little Americans could do, as they were not the aggrieved party. (I am sure the arch-conservative SCOTUS would have loved to agree with Bush and his cronies; if they could have thrown the case out on a technicality, they would have, and it would have been dead for years.) However, Americans have let it come to this; had they pulled the emergency brake earlier, things would never have gotten so out of hand.

Just say when

A guy decided to pay his way through college by selling pixels of his homepage for a dollar a piece. An excercise doomed to end in tears of course, since you wouldn’t find enough idiots to even cough up ten bucks collectively. Did I just say cough?


Apparently the planet has enough idiots to pay up for 999,000 pixels. So I would have liked to tell my new best friend; just take the money and run. You already did do the impossible and netted 999,000 dollar.

If somebody did give him that advice, he ignored it. The last 1000 pixels are up for bid at eBay, and are currently going for 43,000 dollar. That’s 43 dollar per pixel.


“This product contains a chemical known to the State of California to cause cancer”

(Through Usenet.)

Christian Soldier

“Mr. Tierney, a former military intelligence officer in Iraq who works as a translator and investigator for private companies, cried as he talked about watching the Schiavo spectacle on television and feeling the utter need to be at the hospice.”
(New York Times)

“[Bill Tierney . . . had just returned from eight months working as an interrogator for US forces in Baghdad] You are the interrogators, you are the ones who have to get the information from the Iraqis. What do you do? That word ‘torture’. You immediately think, ‘That’s not me.’ But are we litigating this war or fighting it?”
(Boston Globe)

(From Whiskey Bar, through Joho the Blog.)

What the blogroll has been up to

Ini draws attention to a piece of furniture that will change things for ever. Next time you bump your knee into a chair that’s in the way, you will not be a able to curse that fucking chair without creating uncertainty as to what you were talking about. Remember, there’s no SFW or NSFW, only shades of grey.

Larry came back from a holiday, pardon, working holiday in Brasil and finally started blogging again. The important entry, though, is the one in which he draws attention to a plea from the US Copyright Office, which would like suggestions from all interested parties on how to deal with orphaned works. Us Yirrapeans can repay the North-Americans that helped us earlier.

Merel points out the National Day of Poetry. I am of two minds about that. On the one hand, you can never have too much poetry. And on the other, such a special day is an invitation for a trite parade of the few poems my people manage to remember. (I wish I were two dogs / So we could play together.)

David lets on that the Elizabeth Taylor movie “The Last Time I saw Paris”, loosely based on the F. Scott Fitzgerald story “Babylon Revisited”, is now apparently in the public domain. Looks like somebody forgot to renew their copyrights! Ladies and gentlemen, start you burners! Or … perhaps not, as imdb viewers rate it 5.9 out of ten. Still, it’s got the first credited appearance of a young Roger Moore, as a gigolo no less.

Finally, Reinder foams at the mouth about Justice Minister Donner wanting to ban swastikas. I was going to say something sage and contemplatative about that–no, wait, something daft and stupid; but it is time to be off to bed.

Playmobil Tsunami

re: Wereldraadsel (World Riddle) reports a Playmobil Tsunami set. We may have to take this with a grain of salt.