How’s the old saying go?  “If you can’t stand the heat…”
WACO – Anti-war demonstrator Cindy Sheehan was hospitalized Friday evening for dehydration and exhaustion after fasting for more than a month and protesting earlier this week in 100-degree weather, friends and relatives said.
Sheehan was listed in stable condition at Providence Health Center in Waco. Brenda Mauk, a nursing supervisor, declined to say what Sheehan was being treated for and declined to release additional information.
Sheehan was taken to the Waco hospital after friends picked her up Friday afternoon at the Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport, where she arrived after spending several days in Seattle at the Veterans for Peace Convention, said Tiffany Burns, Sheehan’s friend and a member of Code Pink.
Sheehan, who has been on a liquid diet as part of the nationwide “Troops Home Fast” hunger strike, was treated and released from a Seattle emergency room Thursday night. On doctors orders, she ate for the first time in about 37 days, Burns said.
Sheehan was to spend Friday night in the Waco hospital but planned to attend some war protest activities Saturday at the 5-acre lot she bought last month in Crawford, in President Bush’s adopted hometown, about 20 miles from Waco.
Sheehan kicked off her summer war protest Sunday, the one-year anniversary of her first anti-war demonstration in Crawford that attracted more than 10,000 people over the 26 days.
“She’s in good spirits, but she’s sad she can’t be at Camp Casey,” Burns told The Associated Press on Friday night, referring to the campsite named for her soldier son Casey who was killed in Iraq in 2004.
God bless Global Warming™.
You may have noticed a slight change to the sidebar.  (Read down a few posts – you prob’ly need to, anyway. (grin))
See that little red icon there above the counter?  That’s courtesy of the redoubtable Mr. Kim duToit, and he has invited those of us who think similarly to likewise display said icon in our own environs.
Don’t like my free speech, Senator McManchurian?  Come do something about it, you socialist-humping freak.
Thatisall™.
What with Prudhoe Bay (and the resulting spike in gas prices) being in the news and all this week, the Mothergoose thought it an appropriate time to send us this…
Ayup…
The Department of Righteous Shootings™ weighs in with this tale about a goblin who got a liiiiiiitle  more than he bargained for:
A clerk at a Southeast Dallas convenience store shot and wounded a man who attempted to rob the store Monday night, police said.
A clerk inside Mr. C’s Food Store in the 3700 block of Simpson Stuart Road shot the man around 9:15 p.m. after he asked for money while keeping one hand in his pocket, Dallas police Sgt. Gil Cerda said.
“He walked in, grabbed several candy bars and walked to the counter stating, ‘I’ll take the money too,’” Sgt. Cerda said.
Gee, got no nickel here.  How about some lead instead? 
Police said the man, whose name was not released, remained at Baylor University Medical Center Tuesday in critical condition.
Shoulda stuck with the candy, goblin.  Tastes a little sweeter, y’know?
For your Monday-morning pick’m up, we’ll point you back to the now-infamous Reuters photoshop:
Now, Reuters tried  to convince us all that it was the Jooooooooooooooooooooos behind this, but the good folks over at Slublog came up with the real  culprit, as shown below:
That damned lizard – we never could  trust ‘im…
(Hat tip to the SpatulaGoddess.)
Shame we can’t put generic Paleoswinians on Emperor Misha’s dead pool, else he’d be cleaning up RightAboutNow™:
QUETTA, Pakistan — A suicide bomber was killed early Sunday in southwestern Pakistan when the explosives belt he was wearing exploded prematurely, police said.
No one else was injured in the blast in Hub, an industrial town in Baluchistan province, local police official Munir Hussain said.
“This man was riding a cycle. He had strapped explosives to his body for a suicide attack and they exploded,” Hussain said of the blast in Hub’s Zehri Street neighborhood.
Ah…whoops.
[SCENE:  The bridge of the Pegasus.  The doors open with a swoosh  and in staggers Chief Engineer Merlin, leaning heavily on Executive Officer Korrioth for support.  Despite that, Merlin nearly manages to collapse to the deck a couple of times before coming to a stop at Lord Spatula’s command chair and straightening himself.  He struggles to enunciate coherently for His Rudeness™.]
MERLIN:  Re…repa…repairs on the main computer complete, m’Lord. (cough)
LSIK&T:  About damned time too, I’d say…wait.  Where’d you get all those bumps on your noggin?
MERLIN:  K…Korrioth… (wheeze)
KORRIOTH:  He needed…encouragement.
LSIK&T:  (shakes head) Korrioth, how many times have I told you to thump him with your thumb only  when you did that???
KORRIOTH:  I did.
LSIK&T:  How many times…?
KORRIOTH:  (grunt)
LSIK&T:  That’s what I thought.  Station, please, Commander.
KORRIOTH:  Hmf. (trudges off)
LSIK&T:  Merlin, it’s probably time you promoted McCool and took that vacation you keep telling me about.  Go pick your best cadet from the academy and have Ozy start training him, mkay?
MERLIN:  Th…th…thank you eternally, m’Lord.  Shall I inform him?
LSIK&T:  That won’t be necessary, my friend. (opens intercom)  Mr. McCool, will you report to the bridge, please?
OZY MCCOOL:  (gulps audibly over speaker) Uh…aye, sir?
LSIK&T:  Yer not in trouble this  time, Ozy.  Just get a move-on and get up here.
OZY MCCOOL:  Aye sir, right away…
(To be continued…)
Normally, the Pegasus  main computer will get an overhaul every six months.
As her crew has been on an extended mission of pissing liberals off, however, we’ve managed to miss three scheduled refits.
A fact of which I was painfully reminded this weekend when the communications system (read:  the media player) went and crashed/burned.
Pegasus  has limped, therefore, into K’mpec Station for repairs.  If you see nothing new here the next couple of days, that’s why.
LSIK&T:  And it had better be only a couple of days, too – got that, Chief Engineer? (glares menacingly)
MERLIN:  (gulp) Uh, aye sir. (cringe)
Mark Davis of WBAP 820AM had the line of the year this morning.
In all the hubbub concerning Tour de (du?) Fwance champion Floyd Landis and his allegedly artificially-high testosterone levels, Davis noted all the testing being done in Fwance and thusly posed the query:
“What would the French know about elevated testosterone levels?”
All together now: