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If you stopped by looking for new material, it's over at my new home in the MuNu universe. Starting sometime in May, you will automatically be redirected to the new site. Please adjust your bookmarks accordingly. Archived posts will remain at this site indefinitely.

Update: No, I haven't moved by archives yet. Too much like work. However, I will have to do it before child #2 arrives or it will never happen. Such is life.

I'll be saying goodbye to Blog City very soon and moving into my swank new digs over at MuNu. The most esteemed Pixy Misa-and others- are helping me with the transition. Truthfully, I've been dissatisfied with Blog City for a while. This isn't due so much to functionality that I don't have, but rather the inability to access my own **$^&% blog on a regular basis. Composing entries that fail to post also torques my chain. More to the point, I actually paid for those "features". Neat, huh? Anyway, as soon as Pixy Misa has helped me moved my archives to my new site, this one will become an ex-blog. So long, crappy world. I'll probably make periodic micro-changes here so that this blog doesn't permanently disappear in 60 days. It's paid for, I might as well have it sit around like a paperweight. In any event, hop on over to my new site. If you're so inclined, please change your bookmarks to point there as well.

Dan Rather, Jesse Jackson, Cokie Roberts from National Public Radio and a Marine were hiking through the jungle one day when they were captured by cannibals.

They were tied up, led to the village and brought before the chief. The chief said, "I am familiar with your western custom of granting the condemned a last wish. Before we kill and eat you, do you have any last requests?"

Dan Rather said, "Well, I'm a Texan; so I'd like one last bowlful hot, spicy chili." The chief nodded to an underling, who left and returned with the chili. Rather ate it all and said, "Now I can die content."

Jesse Jackson said, "You know, the thing in this life I am proudes of is my work on behalf of the poor and oppressed. So before I go, I want to sing 'We Shall Overcome' one last time." The chief said, "Go right ahead, we're listening." Jackson sang the song, and then said, "Now I can die in peace."

Cokie Roberts said, "I'm a reporter to the end. I want to take out my tape recorder and describe the scene here and what's about to happen. Maybe someday someone will hear it and know that I was on the job till the end." The chief directed an aide to hand over the tape recorder, and Roberts dictated some comments. She then said, "Now I can die happy."

The chief said, "And, Mr. Marine, what is your final wish?" "Kick me in the ass", said the Marine. "What?" said the chief.

"Will you mock us in your last hour?" "No, I'm not kidding. I want you to kick me in the ass", insisted the Marine.

So the chief untied the Marine, shoved him into the open, and kicked him in the ass. The Marine went sprawling, but rolled to his knees, pulled a 9mm pistol from his waistband, and shot the chief dead. In the resulting confusion, he leapt to his haversack, pulled out an M16, and sprayed the cannibals with gunfire. In a flash, the cannibals were all dead or fleeing for their lives.

As the Marine was untying the others, they each asked him, "Why didn't you just shoot them? Why did you ask them to kick you in the ass?"

"What!?" said the Marine, "And have you assholes call ME the aggressor?!?"

Anyone want to drive this car?

Some Internet companies are doing just fine in the post-bubble world.

I feel sorry for the guy in this story. He might be a jerk, but his girlfriend is nuts. Really.

This is a common theme for me. I'm unable to actually post a Wictory Wednesday post on Wednesday. Oh well.

I see that Fat Teddy is blustering on about Iraq being Bush's Vietnam. Say it with me now: QUAGMIRE. Listening to Teddy- or almost any Democrat, for that matter- is like living the same day over and over again. You know exactly what he's going to say. Vietnam. Quagmire. Tax cuts for the rich. Starving children. Ending Social Security. Cannibalism. Okay, maybe not the last one. The point is that the Democrats, as a group, don't appear to have a single original idea these days. I'm willing to bet that in the year 3790, some future Democrat from Pluto will appear on a solar system-wide broadcast stating, "Hte,jbhw ej238*#5kjbgt kjewg8tt90823."(Vietnam. Quiagmire).  The worst part will be that he's talking about the upcoming asteroid belt baseball league. Hey, the current crop of Donkeys are able to insert those words into every conversation now. Why should the future be any different?

Today is Wictory Wednesday. Every Wednesday I ask my readers to volunteer and/or donate to the Bush campaign if they haven't done so already. And if you have volunteered and donated, then get a friend to join you. It's the only way to defeat the lying liberal media.

If you're a blogger, you can join Wictory Wednesday simply by putting up a post like this every Wednesday, asking your readers to volunteer and/or donate to the president's re-election campaign. Be sure to visit these fine participating blogs:

Saw this link over at Balloon Juice, took the quiz and decided to post the results anyway:

You are David Brooks! You're exceedingly smart, but
your writing is as compelling as wallpaper. You
are a thoughtful though hard-line conservative,
but lack any of Safire's verbal pyrotechnics.
In addition, you dress like you're colorblind.
Fall down, juvenile.

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A brief history of Tartan Day, courtesy of Christine O'Keefe:

National Tartan Day is on April 6th in Canada and America and July 1st in Australia and New Zealand. It celebrates the heritage of the Highland Scots, people descended from a race of people called the Celts; an Indo-European civilization who migrated from Russia in 1050 BC to cover Europe. Tartan Day was established in 1991 in Canada in response to action initiated by the Clans & Scottish Societies of Canada, and in America on March 20th 1998, by US Senate Republican majority leader Trent Lott (Senate Resolution 155).

Here's a link to a copy of SR 155 which designated April 6 as National Tartan Day here in the US. April 6th was chosen because  April 6th, 1320, was the date of the signing of the Declaration of Arbroath. Take a look at it. You should notice some resemblance to our own Declaration of Independence.

My beloved Blue Devils squandered an 8 point lead with about 3-1/2 minutes left. Bummer. However, the Ramblin' Wreck carries the ACC banner into tonight's championship contest against UConn. I think that UConn will give them more than they can handle. The Huskies are just too strong. Having said that, I will mention that the best team doesn't always win the NCAA tournament. Connecticut provided a case in point by beating Duke for the 1999 title. So I'm picking UConn, but I'll be rooting for Georgia Tech, which should make Kelley happy.

Update: As I expected, the Yellow Jackets were overmatched. Bummer.

Tartan Day is tomorrow, so let's celebrate. My Scottish/Irish/English blood warms at the thought. Okay, not so much the English part. Ith of Absinthe and Cookies is preparing a blogosphere celebration of all things Scottish. Drop by and leave a comment or send an email if you want to participate. FWIW, the name of my Scottish ancestors predates the clans. Ergo, no clan tartan. However, since they originated in the county Galway, I have the right to proudly display the Galloway tartan:

Or the Galloway district hunting tartan:

And here is the banner created by Ith:

Link via the Paratrooper of Love.