After a rather eventful day where – among other things – the blog has been crashing (and I have Not.A.Clue as to what to do about it), a trip to a toy store in search for toys for four siblings under the age of three (I liked the sock monkey but found the $40 price tag outrageous), and a mostly-animated discussion with an unwanted phone solicitation (I didn’t want to be called back, thank you), I’m back on line and sipping a cup of sugar-free hot chocolate with cream, ready to recommend a few good reads:
Phyllis Chesler, who was essentially under house arrest when she was married in Afghanistan, reviews The Kite Runner: Kites and Other Cultural Baggage: What Muslim Immigrants Pack
Powerline asks if we are doing anything to get the word out that one of al Qaeda’s senior theologians is calling on his followers to end their military jihad and saying that 9/11 was a “catastrophe for all Muslims.”
Bruce Kessler has a photo demonstrating Congress’ Shenanigans Double In 20-Years
Hillary’s Launches Obama Attack Web Sites to attack him for her attacking him first. Why am I not surprised?
Last but not least, Rick Moran’s hilarious post on A Convention to Remember starts with
September 1: 8:00 AM
Got up early this morning thanks to Fausta falling out one of the hammocks Ed had strung up in the living room. Apparently, the poor dear fell right on top of Frank of Political Vindication who yowled in protest. This caused his partner Shane to wake up with a start and hit his head on the underside of the First Mate’s 18th century walnut Louis the XVI Gilded Trumeau, the poor guy forgetting he had fallen asleep underneath it.