welcome to the blogroll: eteraz

I haven’t done one of these in quite awhile. I know, bad raincoaster, BAD girl. But better high time than never, so here goes.

Today we added to the blogroll eteraz, one of the few comments-enabled sites in the world which I read and yet, inconceivably, do not comment.

Except that time I told that one guy I’d poison and beat him, but “not to excess.”

The bitch had it coming.

Anyway, eteraz‘s blog is dedicated to philosophical analysis of current events from an Islamic, humanist perspective. You can read about the man himself here, where you can also learn that People Magazine isn’t the only place girls pick out heartthrobs.

Like we didn’t know that already.

In any case, here’s a sample of the eteraz blog. It’s “email from anonymous female soldier,” and it’s currently about #3 out of all WordPress posts, and although I do not know when it was dated, nor to whom it was originally sent, and thus cannot verify its authenticity, it has the whiff of truth about it and it has the reputation of someone I respect behind it, and so I am posting it here.

Even though I actually disagree with its conclusion.

If the American presence in Iraq increased the death toll so drastically, is it really that hard to imagine that an American absence will result in an overall lower death toll? I’ll refer you back to Ryszard Kapuscinski‘s views on when people revolt and when they are passive, and also to the situation in Afghanistan. It may well be that, invasion having destabilized these countries, the best way through instability to peace and a new, better order, is for the invaders to withdraw and allow the chaotic process to focus on the country itself, rather than on the foreigners. Even if that upsets Dick Cheney.

And no, not just because it upsets Dick Cheney.

She served in Iraq:

If you watched the President’s comments on Monday, you’ll note he blamed the Iraqis for not fighting hard enough for….somethgn they didn’t lose in the first place. Unmentioned was just how many Iraqis have been killed by that something in July: 1,700, according to the Baghdad morgue, compared to a total of 2,600 US soldiers killed. In the first seven months of this year, ten thousand Iraqis have died in the sectarian violence that Bush refuses to call a civil war.

For perspective, consider this: New York, LA, and Baltimore have homicide rates per year of several hundred—I’m not up to date on that, but the last I checked, these cities were horrified when homicides jumped above five hundred a year. At about seven hundred, that would be two murders a day. Compare that with the rate of rapes committed in this country, which occur about every ten minutes or so—-and I know that’s an extremely conservative estimate. Two murders a day is considered a devastating crime wave that shocks the senses. Now imagine fifty plus deaths per day. There is not one family in that country not touched by death or disappearance. While Western reporters get news coverage when they get kidnapped, ordinary Iraqis do not. Fifty deaths a day, and for the past six months.

Now from figures, let’s go to the stuff that Bush and Co really hate: the emotional bullshit that he’s so adept at slinging. The Iraqis have nowhere to go, unlike the soldiers who can escape and go home. The Iraqis are home. Where do they go for relief from combat? Where are their vests, helmets, and guns? How do they live life under those circumstances? People talk about a draft, but what Bush did on Monday was essentially draft the Iraqi population into a war that was forced upon them due to one man’s hubris. Nor did Bush stick to young men and women of military age; the war he has begun and lost control of there makes every Iraqi, young, old, ill, or frail, into a soldier in a war where they have no weapons—and no value. Who treats their PTSD? Who offers them relief from combat stress? Who should?

It’s for this reason that I say that we cannot withdraw from Iraq, not until we have cleaned up the mess we made. The Iraqis right now are not even as safe as our own soldiers: we owe them at least that.

petting Coulter

Ann Coulter, 45It’s all so sordid. Not content with confusing Canada for Amerika Jr and recommending the proactive execution of American liberals, Metro tells us that everyone’s favorite 45-year-old Republican bottle blonde fake & bake twinkie harridan is smearing the reputation of an innocent 7-year-old, merely by association.

Is nothing sacred?

SFGate has the full report, including Coulter‘s location in a so-called “petting” zoo, plus the graphic proof that Coulter particularly enjoys the use of “toys”.

A follow-up visit shows that the similarities are Coulter enjoys toysplentiful: Both have a long mane of blonde hair and legs that are thin enough to comfortably slip a LiveStrong silicone bracelet on the lower thigh. And whether it’s fair or not, many a liberal blogger has pointed out that Ann Coulter‘s head does have some equine qualities.

Now, that’s not really fair. We all know where the true comparison lies.

Afghann Coulter

Judge for yourself, though:

Coulter, poor Coulter

Operation Global Media Domination: Blogworth

We’re all familiar with the term “blogworthy” by now. Wil Wheaton has a t-shirt that says “I’m blogging this” but really, for most of us it goes without saying.

It goes without saying that most of what we experience actually isn’t. Blogworthy, that is. Which is sad, when you come to think of it. Ever read a LiveJournal? With rare exceptions (called “aberrant” statistically speaking) LiveJournal is where things that are not blogworthy go to get, after a fashion, blogged.

eg:

Had to take the kitty to the vet today. Not the big one, the little one. The vet was nice. I can’t stand vet’s offices, they smell so bad LOL!!!1 Mike won’t tell me what he’s planning for our anniversary, but I’m so tired of Tahoe. Why can’t he see that I want to do a yoga retreat in the Northwest Territories. He knows I’d vote Democrat, if he’d ever drive me to the polls, but he always says next time, LOL!!!1 He’s so cute, God is good to me. I’m going to post pix of my latest scrapbooking project l8r!

etc. Ad nauseum.

Anyway.

While there is no objective test for what is, or is not, blogworthy (getting Farked, Boinged, or Gawked aside), there is now a (glitchy, somewhat arbitrary) test for what your blog is worth, thanks to Pingoat.

Now, I really don’t know how this works, on a deep-down level. But it must be admitted that I do not actually care, either. Basically what it does is take your Technorati rank and equate it with a dollar figure. Whether a big blog sale or book deal affects the size of each individual “Technorati Unit” I do not know, although it certainly should, as should a market correction, ie the bottom dropping out of the blog market.

It’s not an estimate of the blog’s value as a whole on the open market; that’s far too subjective, given that the market for blogs is so small. It also doesn’t seem to take into account whether the blog accepts advertising or not. I don’t, some are plastered with ads (and thus make money) but that doesn’t make any difference here.

No, the reason I like this tool is simple: since I inserted the wee button in my sidebar it tells me in an instant whether I’m up or down relative to the blogosphere at large. I don’t have to go to Technorati and sign in. I don’t have to check Google Blog Search for links that don’t show up on Technorati. I don’t have to do anything more than look over on my sidebar, and as I am constitutionally lazy, I like that.

Your Blog’s Value is $237.11!

Inbound links: 199
Technorati rank: 48998

Up 3,000 from yesterday, woohoo!

face of Jesus/Che found on sushi

Face of ... somebodyorother on a shrimpWell, the guy who sent the pictures in claims it’s Jesus, but Jesus’ General, who knows Jesus and Commies when he sees ’em, says it’s actually a shrimp with a picture of Che Guevera, and no doubt a dastardly plot to pull us away from Jesus and towards the ungodly worship of socialist shellfish.

Judge for thyself. 

SAN JOSE, Calif. — A California man believes he has seen the face of Jesus Christ on a shrimp tail…

The man wrote that he wanted to share with viewers a smile and a sense of hope…

The writer said he believed it was a sign, as he’s currently going through a nasty divorce.

It’s a sign, sweetie, that you need to get out more. And when that advice is coming from me, it’s really serious.

Che, hey hey!

TWAT: The War Against Tees Part Deux: Revenge of the Tees!

From BoingBoing. If you need a refresher about The War Against Tees, click here.

It seems Arab-looking people are not allowed to wear Arabic lettering on their tee-shirts in American airports, or at least not if JetBlue has anything to do with it.

Now, I can tell you from personal experience that white people can.

It’s true the sample size wasn’t large, but it was in this case equal to the other test, so I’m calling it equivalent. And it’s also true that I was wearing it in gold, rather than printed on 100% cotton or even a poly/cotton blend, which would naturally be somewhat suspicious, especially in business class.

But then again, the only item I had that identified me as an Arab sympathizer was a nameplate necklace, the name of which did not correspond to the name on the expired passport I was carrying as my only ID.

And the nice formerly-Iranian lady at US Customs and Immigration who could, as it happened, read Arabic perfectly well, which is a helluva lot more than I can do, laughed when she read my passport and said “So I guess your name is not Cheryl then? That’s what your necklace says.”

And indeed it is not. I said that in that case my sister had my necklace, we shared a chuckle, she handed my passport back, and I got on the plane. End of story.

Then again, not only is my name not Cheryl, but I don’t even look like a Cheryl

More to the point, I don’t look like an Almira, either.

I am not a terrorist. I am just a t-shirt wearer

T-shirt: “I am not a terrorist,” in Arabic
Tim Murtaugh tells BoingBoing,

 After reading about blogger Raed Jarrar’s experience at JFK (he was forced to take off a shirt with Arabic writing on it or miss his flight), I finally stopped being depressed about the war on terror and began being proactively pissed off. I made this shirt, which says “I am not a terrorist” in Arabic. I plan to wear it every time I go to the airport from now on.

On the t-shirt site, Tim says: “All the shirts are set to $1.00 more than the Spreadshirt base price — all profits will be sent to the ACLU.”