MIT Department of Cluelessness

What an idiot.
Do people who are smart enough to get into MIT really wake one morning and say to themselves, "I think I'll wear a fake bomb to an airport and see what happens."

And not just any airport, but the Boston airport from whence Mohammad Atta and his band of Islamofascists launched their murder campaign. There are several possibilities here. She could be stupid, clueless, careless or another "Don't Tase Me Bro" jackass.

Maybe she was a diversity admission.

We Are All Lars Vilks

Yet another cheeky Scandinavian cartoonist has gotten up the snoots of Muslims. Lars Vilks' line drawings of Mohammad as a dog have resulted in a Rushdie-like price on his head from al-Qaeda thug Omar al-Baghdadi. As with the earlier Danish cartoons, it's our patriotic duty here on the mountain to publish these. Woof.

All Blacks v Portugal

Contrary to my original expectations, this game was pretty good. Although the final score was one sided, Os Lobos played with great spirit and were well supported by their fans. They never gave up, unlike the Italians who stood like stunned sheep as the AB's walked all over them. The 'Portagees' left the stadium with their heads held high. They faced the mighty All Blacks and played full on until the final whistle. Well done.

Gone Fishing (I Wish)

Trying to finish my last semester of law school and I am swamped with work. Postings will intermittent until after finals. I'll be back though. Check out the excellent folks named right in the meantime.

Meanwhile:
Europe-grow some balls.
Al Gore-you bloated hypocrite, I saw you on that antique fuel-sucking Learjet.
Nanny Helen-just call the bloody election and get it over with.
Osama-mate, you look like Rasputin with a bad hangover. Must be that diet of rats.
Britney-you looked like a dancing pig.
Ron Paul-go home, OK?
Portuguese Rugby Team-sucks to be you. Give the haka some respect and maybe we'll keep it in double digits.
Brit Rugby Team-if you think the Yanks spear-tackle, wait until you're looking Jerry Collins straight in the jockstrap.