Daily Archives: November 7, 2009

Carrying Any Baggage?

7 November 2009

Writ­ing in National Review this morn­ing Mark Steyn notes an inci­dent in Toronto this week at an immi­gra­tion desk.

In Toronto this week, the brave ex-Muslim Nonie Dar­wish men­tioned en pas­sant that, on fly­ing from the U.S. to Canada, she was ques­tioned at length about the pur­pose of her visit by an appar­ently Mus­lim bor­der offi­cial. When she revealed that she was giv­ing a speech about Islamic law, he rebuked her: “We are not to ques­tion sharia.”

That’s the guy man­ning the airport-security desk.

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Just Like Baby Bear’s Porridge

7 November 2009

Some ter­ror­ists are too cold.  And some are too hot.  Some are a lit­tle tough and stringy.  But these two were

Just Right!

Hold the pudding.  No room for dessert.

Hold the pud­ding. No room for dessert.

Just Because You’re Paranoid …

7 November 2009

doesn’t mean that peo­ple AREN’T out to get you!

As I get older I keep notic­ing things that seem dif­fer­ent from what they used to be.  And I keep telling myself:  Self!  You’re just get­ting old and see­ing things through the warm pink fuzzy haze of mem­ory.  You could never smoke cig­a­rettes in bars, gas was never 19¢ a gal­lon, doc­tors never came to your house when you were sick, and women never thought it was gal­lant of you when you held open a car door for them.  So get over it!

OK, some of those things I remem­ber awright, but things can’t all be get­ting smaller, can they?

Hah!  Yes­ter­day I was in a drug store that was hav­ing a spe­cial on ice cream.  There was one kind called Panda Paws which I’d never heard of but it seemed like a good bet.  It had Panda in its name, and they’re cute ani­mals, and it had choco­late.  ‘Nuff said.  It was won­der­ful.  It had lots of thick, curly peels of choco­late in it and lit­tle peanut but­ter thin­gies all invit­ingly nes­tled in a rich choco­late matrix.  I ate the whole thing.

As I real­ized to my dis­may that there was no more of it my first thought was that there was some trick.  There was really more ice cream, but I just couldn’t see any of it.  I sup­ported this notion with the thought, I CAN’T have eaten a whole half-gallon of ice cream.  And I didn’t, but there was still no more ice cream.

There I was right.  Some things HAVE got­ten smaller.  I looked at the con­tents and it said 1.5 qt.

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