We’re the last of the superheros. When the world is really screwed up, who do they count on to settle things down?
We’ll be getting the call from Beirut any day now.
Let no nation claim a monopoly on jingoistic superheroism. Right, Robin?
We’re the last of the superheros. When the world is really screwed up, who do they count on to settle things down?
We’ll be getting the call from Beirut any day now.
Let no nation claim a monopoly on jingoistic superheroism. Right, Robin?
Today in BoJo Flamewar news, I thought I’d be lazy and post here a comment I made over on Master Cowfish.
Flamewars are contextual. It almost seems at times that everything is, which drives an absolutist like me absolutely crazy sometimes, not that anyone’s noticed.
I throw the pills away when the orderlies aren’t looking.
But I thought this wasn’t a bad notation on flamewars themselves. It’s a pity that nobody I’ve really flamed reads this blog, because they could show you all the scars. I’ll have to dredge up some files when I’m not sleep-deprived.

I think under this scale, the BoJo war started Elevated and immediately dropped back to Guarded. But then Vicus suggested I call him a silly bugger, so god knows where it lies now.
“Enter” at risk, baby!
The thing about the BoJo War is that it could burn my bridges with someone I consider an equal or better. I don’t mind stomping gnats, which I consider most people to be, but flamewars are contextual.
When Trudeau said “Fuddle duddle”, or when he said “Watch me” he was engaging in a flamewar, because it was Parliament, not alt.startrek. I’ve been in the rough and tumble, and it doesn’t bother me for a moment; I consider it recreational.
Why? Because those people, frankly, are inferior and it is high time someone acquainted them with the fact.
For the BoJo war, imagine you were meeting an MP who’d been an award-winning practitioner in your field, someone you’d admired and respected both as a professional and as a human being.
Then imagine going over to his house and telling him to his face that you’d assumed he didn’t have the balls to engage and now you think he doesn’t have the brains.
Context is everything in the Age of Einstein
I have no faith that there will be a ceasefire along the Lebanon/Israel border any time soon. On the assumption that there may be one, someday, and that Canadians will be involved (because that’s what we do, so we generally are) I am posting this handy-dandy image for easy printing out and pasting on any outerwear, backpacks, footwear, transportation, or exposed skin.
Please note the Terms of Service and Warning:
If such stickers are found adorning an American of any race, colour or creed (sorry, “color”, my mistake) said American will be taken out behind the chicken coop, tied down, and forced to listen to Bruce Cockburn, Buffy Ste. Marie, and Joni Mitchell until he is dead.
Okay, maybe not you, George.
But you’d better marry me just to make it legal.
‘k?
Hello? Hello?


From the Lebanese Blogger Forum. Shirts and many CafePress items are available for sale:
Two very talented fellow bloggers (Mana and Raf) conceived and designed this eloquent and positive logo that reflects the true spirit of the Lebanese people.
They then put it on several items (clothing and other products) which they are selling at 0% profit here (for North America) and here (for Europe)
For more details, please go here.
For getting the html code to place on your blog’s sidebar, please email me at: ddeliriousatgmaildotcom
And in the meantime… SHOW YOUR SUPPORT AND SHOP!
Yo, yo, where my WASPs at?
From Gawker.