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FOR GOD, FOR COUNTRY, AND FOR YALE

Seriously, there are three things people should never mess with, lest they face the wrath of Dawn. (DAAAAWWWWWWWNNNNNNNN!!!!)

Yale is one of them.

Now, I haven’t really been following the “Taliban admitted to study at Yale” news item which started this, but the “Nail Yale” protests have caught my attention.

Now, I would assume, and please, correct me, if I’m wrong. But the country (and its government/law enforcement agencies) are on the lookout for terrorists.

I further assume that if they catch wind of a terrorist, they are gonna be all over said terrorist like white on rice. I dunno…I figure they might question/arrest/deport/kill anyone they determine is a terrorist, former terrorist or a terrorist enabler. Am I wrong? If so, then what the hell is the Bush administration doing cause all I hear them talk about is the War on Terror.

Which brings me to Yale admitting a “Taliban guy” as one of the commenters over on “on the fence” so cleverly put it. Since this story has been floating in the ether for weeks now, I’d guess that this “Taliban guy” is not a terrorist, criminal or threat to the U.S. in anyway. Again, if I’m wrong, see above.

Send angry letters to Ashcroft II.

If I’m right, then this guy is entitled to the same protection from instrusive eyes into his academic record or application materials that was afforded to whichever one of the Bush twins graduated from Yale a year ago (I believe it was the Not Jenna one.) Who the hell is Evan Coyne Maloney, a reportedly B student at Bucknell to trespass on my campus –ostensibly posing as a Yale student (lord knows that sweatshirt is not the height of fashion)— demanding answers to anything?

He’s a journalist? Fine, call the President’s office and make an appointment. As a student journalist at Yale — with a tuition paid right to speak to the University president and the like — I couldn’t very well barge into his office whenever I pleased, in the name of truth, justice or bad food in the dining hall.

I’m astounded that the conservatives believe that “Yale has something to answer for” or deserves to be punished by alumni for admission choices because they let in a student from Afghanistan. (Again, that’s all he can be without Homeland Security coming a knocking.) It’s the very height of ignorance and flies in the face of everything a great University strives to be. Should Yale close its doors to all students from the Middle East?

Well…actually…that might not be such a bad idea. My Iranian freshman year roommate used to totally hog the shower in the morning and I might have had a better shot at getting to class on time if she wasn’t around.

If the U.S. “war on terror” machine sees fit to leave this guy alone, what cause then do you have to “nail Yale” over his presence? If Yale’s President Levin is such an enemy to America, why did the President appoint him to the committee investigating intelligence failures in Iraq?

If you believe “the Taliban guy” is a war criminal who poses a threat, then shouldn’t you be “nailing” Homeland Security and the Bush administration?

But somehow I’d bet we won’t see the conservatives rallying to arms against Bush over this, it’s not like they want Homeland coming for them.

BUT I AM COUNTING ON THE BIG BLOG MONEY

Your Birthdate: July 8

Watch out Donald Trump! You’ve got a head for business and money. You’ll make it rich some day, even if you haven’t figured out how yet. A supreme individualist, you shouldn’t get stuck in a corporate job. Instead, make your own way - so that you can be the boss. Your strength: Your undying determination Your weakness: You require an opulent lifestyle Your power color: Plum Your power symbol: Dollar sign Your power month: August

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THAT’S WHAT THE EVIL EYE IS FOR

I’m on line at Duane Reade (as opposed to being online at duanereade.com) and a guy on the line next to mine, is throwing out the names of neighborhoods in Brooklyn to the black chick ringing up my items.

Guy: Bed Stuy?
Chick: No
Guy: Red Hook?
Chick: No mon. (Yeah, she’s got a little island flava)
Guy: Flatbush?
Chick: FLATBUSH? NO! Me not on welfare.
Guy: Where then?
Chick: Cyprus Hill.

For those of you new to my blog, “Flatbush” is the real world name for East Coco Beach.

I give her SUCH a look — cause, I’d hella rather be in Flatbush than in Cyprus nee East freaking New York Hill.

She quickly breaks my gaze, and then, to no one in particular, says:

“I hope no one round here lives in Flatbush.”

Because obviously I have a memo to write

I plugged my name in on imdb.com, turns out I was an actress in Monster’s Ball.

Note to self: Get Oscar from Halle.

DAD FORGETS BABY IN CAR ON HIS WAY TO WORK

“Dad forgot baby was in the car, parked the car, got on the Metro,” said Lucille Baur, a spokeswoman for the Montgomery County, Md., Police Department.

“I don’t know exactly when he got the memory flash, but he was in D.C. when it was the horrible defining moment, ‘Oh my goodness, I think I’ve left my child back in my car,’” Baur said.
Dude!

But my favorite line of the article:

“Child Protective Services was comfortable with releasing the child back to the mom,” said Baur. “We all believe that the child was not intentionally left in the car.”

hahahahahahahahahahahhahahaha…I suspect he’ll be sleeping in the car for the next few years.

via Karol, who I think sent it to me to see if I knew this guy. But no. I don’t. Princess Leia’s dad is not that dumb.

Although…he did let the stroller go…twice.

AWESOME

Clinton v. McCain will be the 2008 presidential match up.

The very best part of this news? Well, no matter who wins, Karol will kill herself.

DROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLL

Hate the shirt…in fact, let’s just get rid of the shirt.

TAKING VALIDATION WHEREVER I CAN FIND IT

I’m an honor student! How bout you?

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QUOTE OF THE DAY

When someone realizes that their life is not even remotely headed in a direction that they feel is meaningful (of course each person finds meaning in different things, for some money, others love, and others altruistic acts…) why should they be happy?? THEY SHOULDN’T BE. And if some sort of medication is going to make this person happy, I don’t believe in it. It’s fake.

It’s funny cause it’s true.

Cat’s in the Cradle (by guest blogger DROBBSKI)
I was a precocious child.
When I was young — too young know know any better — I used to tell my father “if I grow up to be like you, please shoot me.” Looking back, I think I said that because my dad was losing his hair, growing in the midsection, and unable to run around with me and my brother for any length of time. He just seemed, well, beaten down a bit. I don’t think I understood how cruel such a statement could be.

But, my father laughed it off.

He was, after all, a lawyer at a big firm. He was gone all week, and he tried to make up for it with Saturday morning trips to the bakery to buy me and my younger brother a cookie before he went back to work. (When I say “a cookie” I don’t mean just any cookie. These things were bigger than our heads. I always went for chocolate chip and my brother chose sugar. But I digress). I loved those trips to the bakery. But don’t think this is some psycho-babble “I miss you daddy” line. I loved those trips because those cookies were just that good.

I went to visit my father two weeks ago and he asked how things were going. I told him I was a bit nervous to start my new law firm job, that I was mid-way through shedding the 30 lbs my last law firm job put on my frame, that I got winded played tag with my young cousins the other day, and that I still felt, well, beaten down a bit.
An evil glint shone in my father’s eye.
“Shall I shoot you now?” he asked, as his mouth slowly drew into a big smile.

I thanked him, but declined. I’m not him … yet. If nothing else, my hairline is where it always was.

But, I did take him out to the Corner Bakery for a cup of coffee and a cookie that was bigger than his head.