Good for Dubai.  Maybe.
Looks like Dubai Ports World is pulling its management out of those US ports.
Bowing to ferocious opposition in Congress, a Dubai-owned company signaled surrender Thursday in its quest to take over operations at U.S. ports.
“DP World will transfer fully the U.S. operations … to a United States entity,” the firm’s top executive, H. Edward Bilkey, said in an announcement that capped weeks of controversy.
Which is probably what should have been done in the first place.  Why those ports aren’t already  under American control in that fashion is beyond this scribe.
Relieved Republicans in Congress said the firm had pledged full divestiture, a decision that one senator said had been approved personally by the prime minister of the United Arab Emirates.
Translation:  “Good.  Now maybe we can save our political asses come November.  With any luck, the voters’ memories will prove to be short on this one, as well.”
“The devil is in the details,” said Senate Democratic Leader Harry Reid of Nevada, reflecting a sentiment expressed by numerous critics of the deal.
The devil is always  in the details, O Dingy One.  You’re just pissed because you’re afraid you won’t be able to use it against the GOP in the midterms.
The announcement appeared to indicate an end to a politically tinged controversy that brought President Bush and Republicans in Congress to the brink of an election-year veto battle on a terrorism-related issue. The White House expressed satisfaction with the outcome.
“It does provide a way forward and resolve the matter,” presidential spokesman Scott McClellan said.
I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Scotty.  Mark my words – Bush has finally given the Donktards something with which to beat him about the head & shoulders.
You guys just watch and see if this doesn’t become W’s “read my lips” moment – the issue that, combined with his seeming lack of concern for our borders, does him and the Republican Party in.
With any luck, it’ll wake up the conservative base of the GOP, and ensure that no one named Bush ever  gets a chance to occupy the White House again.
Hi-Point handguns are funny animals.  (Funny strange, not funny ha-ha.)
They have a love-hate relationship with their owners – said owners either love ’em or hate ’em.  Check out this thread, or even this one, and you’ll see what I mean.
So I bought a C9 at the Big Town (Mesquite, TX) gun show last month – you may remember I blogged on it – and took it to the range to give it a workout.
And the thing promptly jammed on me with the second mag, leaving me with a live round planted firmly in the barrel like what needs to be done to the Rev. Mykki Chickenshit’s ass with a cactus.  No amount of coaxing could get the round out.  Thought about taking it to a local gunsmith – but wouldn’t you know it, said gunsmith was out with the flu.
After a little reading, I came upon something interesting about the Hi-Point:  Trigger linkage – that is, the point at which the gun actually gets fired – goes away when the magazine is not queued up.  IOW, no mag, no fire.
Went to a range tonight, shoved a mag into the holder.
BAM.  Sweet.
Put between 50-60 more rounds through it, and understood why I’d gotten it in the first place. Not the most attractive gun out there, but it feels good going in the hand, not too much recoil – good gun.
Count me in on the side of the pro-Hi-Points.  Got me a helluva bargain with this one.
Yet another One-Legged Man™ day today, guys, so here’s a blurb sent in by the Mothergoose in Denton:
Wal-Mart Scam:
I don’t know how many of you ever shop at Wal-Mart, but this may be useful to know. I am posting this to warn you of something that happened to me while I was shopping at Wal-Mart, and it very well could happen to you. Here is how the scam works:
Two seriously good-looking 18 to 20 year old girls come over to your car while you are loading whatever you bought into the trunk of your car.
They both start wiping your windshield with rags and windex, almost falling out of their skimpy t-shirts. It is impossible not to look. When you thank them and offer them a tip, they decline, but instead ask for a ride to the bus station. You know you shouldn’t but you agree, and they get into the back seat. On the way to the bus station, they both strip off.
Then one of them climbs over into the front seat and sits in your lap while the other one steals your wallet.
I had my wallet stolen last Tuesday, Wednesday, twice on Thursday, again on Friday, and also yesterday. Keep a careful eye out, they may not be there much longer.
Hmmm…
Charles Johnson and the fine writers over at Little Green Footballs have come up with this story about a ceremony (I think  it’s in Oakland, but not certain) commemorating the death of ol’ St. Pancake, Rachel Corrie herself.
You just can’t make up shit this funny.
(Yes, yes, yes…spew warnings.)
UPDATE:  Well, obviously Victoria’s not in Oakland, but where precisely it is, I have no idea.
If you know, feel free to chime in.
(This’ll stay up top the rest of the day.  Check below for new posts.  -LSI)
Denizens, I found out last evening that one of my better friends in this thing we call the Blogosphere™ – Delftsman, the Emigré with a Digital Cluebat – was admitted to the emergency room last night with what they think is a case of congestive heart failure.
I’ve got him, his sweet wife Mama Montezz and their wonderful prodigy Anna in my prayers at the moment – and the order from On High™ here is that you do the same, please.
Thanks.  Thatisall™.
Realm™ Intelligence reports back to us that the Royal Doublewide Bitch Supreme™ appears to have lost yet another  teaching gig – this time, the one at the computer lab at the Miller Grove school district – and is now reduced to substitute teaching at various school districts in East Texas.  (The reports, admittedly, do not indicate whether she merely quit the district or they decided to “not renew her contract”.  Then again, I know this excuse-for-a-woman and y’all don’t, so…)
When we were married, I would sing praises about her teaching ability to anyone who’d listen.  That was about four school districts ago.
Hate to say this…but it looks like I might have been a weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee  bit mistaken about that.
Intelligence also reports that she’s still whining about the things I’m saying about her and her friends over at the Yahoo! group momsslurpcome momscomefirst.  Bitching about me calling her names.
While in the same breath calling me a…
LSIK&T:  What was it again, Chip?
REALM™ SUPER SLEUTH CALVIN “CHIP” MONK (offstage):  Uh, that was “ex-jerk”, m’Lord.
LSIK&T:  Thank you, Chip.
…an “ex-jerk”.  (Probably meant “jerk ex-husband” – but then, grammar, usage & spelling aren’t exactly her strong suits.)
So once again the infamous Stewart Double Standard™ rears its ugly head – this time a variation of “free speech for me, but not for thee”.
Nice work, Steffi.  Can you make yourself look any more  iditoic?
For years, Wal-Mart’s been a godsend for me as far as grocery shopping goes.  Good prices, nice selection – and as of recently, they’d finally begun to stock what used to be a staple in my household – beef heart.
(Don’t gag.  Bread it and fry it in a quarter-inch of Crisco© sometime, and bake some biscuits or cook some pancakes with it.  Damned fine breakfast, IYAM.)
However, now it’s looking like Wal-Mart no longer wants my business.  Or that of my fellow pro-lifers, for that matter.  Wally World has decided to cave in to the bastards in Massachewshits, Ill Noise (read:  Shit-cago) and any other fucktards who may file suit against them, and stock the so-called “morning after” pill (read:  RU-486).
(Hat tip to LC, IB and sometimes-Realm-correspondent Lady Heather.)
Denizens, I was  gonna blog on how Power Line had an excellent take on the so-called Asphyxiated Piss “gotcha” video they think they have on President Bush.
Fact of the matter is that most of right-thinking America sees this for what it is – yet another attempt by the Mangy Muttfucking Media™ to throw the DULY-ELECTED PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES, YOU FUCKHEADED LEFTARDS…
…uh, where was I?
Ah yes…under the bus.
Anyway, I was gonna write about how I hadn’t seen the video, and about how I didn’t want  to see it, because I just can’t give a flying fuck about anything the Demoscummic mouthpieces mutter anymore.
Then…I saw this.
And immdiately found myself staring through a Red Curtain of Blood™.
It’s not enough that these ragheaded Islamofucks want to kill the Danish cartoonists for drawing their pictures of the sorry excuse-for-a-prophet Mo-ham-med (piss be all over his goat-humping, pedophlic ass).  Now  they want to try and “get to” one of the artists’ daughters.
Then again, this is precisely what you’d expect from a group of turbned tumblefucks like these sons-of-bitches.  Naaaah, don’t go confront the cartoonists directly – that’d take something you Islamonazi dickheads don’t have a trace of:  Balls.
No, go stalk their children!!!  Yeah, that’ll show ’em!!!  That’ll  get you your 72 raisins!!!
Pansy-assed towelheaded chickenshits.
I think I need me a good deal of range time on this one…
Denizens, your assignment for today – or any other day, for that matter – is to go read this.
I’m honored to be considered this man’s friend, and this post of his is but one of the reasons why.
Now go.  Shoo.  Read.
Thatisall™.