OK, I’m not a big drinker, but I’ll confess to having a few last night. And a few more. But I had an excuse- dinner at an amazingly good Afghan restaurant, where most of the other patrons appeared to be predominantly Afghan and Iranian (the cuisines are similar), and our table was peopled with a fascinating mix. It’s a BYOB place, and we brought indeed. Swiss and two other highly decorated vets of the various Afghan campaigns regaled us with cynical stories of their experiences. RAHeinlein and her husband talked geek science. Webdominatrix and I drank and listened. And coincidentally, yesterday’s news brought us yet more evidence that our 17 year (and still running) war in Afghanistan is a stunning success.

Every time I deal with tiresome progressives who slobber over the vast superiority of Europe in all ways, I always come back to the concept of free speech. “But they have much freer speech than we do!” Bull-fucking-shit. And I speak with some experience, having had most of my mother’s family (who were shut out of immigrating to the US by changes in the laws meant to exclude “undesirables” such as Jews) slaughtered in Polish extermination camps. The two people who survived Auschwitz and were eventually smuggled into South America would never speak directly of their experiences, but carried a deep hatred of Poles and Poland which spoke volumes over who were the culprits. Come on, arrest me for saying that. (I found this in the news this morning, but looks like Chafed sent the tip last night while I was merrymaking, so I’ll be generous with the h/t; or is it yarmulke tip?)

They tried assembling his coffin using the pictogram instructions, but there seemed to be two missing Allen bolts.

From the Department of Let Them Eat Cake, comes this little gem. Remember all those kids who died from Legos? Yeah, me neither. The whole rush for sexy stories to pull in grant money has made certain areas of science (climatology, toxicology, epidemiology, nutrition) into the sort where the presumption has to be that the “research” is bullshit. I may have more to say about this later this week, since I’ve seen some of my work cited frequently (and mischaracterized) in stories of panic about plastics.

Speaking of eating, the Old Guy music today centers on a theme near and dear to the heart of a Jewish vegetarian. I happened to be sitting in the front row at the recording of this album and the show was as fun as it sounds here.