Men Of Honor? You Decide!

Mujahideen-e Khalq: Former U.S. Officials Make Millions Advocating For Terrorist Organization: "hat agenda: to secure the removal of the Mujahideen-e Khalq (MEK) from the U.S. government's list of Foreign Terrorist Organizations. A Marxian Iranian exile group with cult-like qualities, Mujahideen-e Khalq was responsible for the killing of six Americans in Iran in the 1970s, along with staging a handful of bombings. But for a terrorist organization with deep pockets, it appears there's always hope." Please read full story: Go to www.huffingtonpost.com by clicking on the top underlined portion which should bring up the link.

'London Calling'

 "LONDON — Officials vowed to review security plans for the 2012 London Olympics on Tuesday as a third day of rioting forced the cancellation of England's football match against the Netherlands." (AFP)

Pity we can't put this one down to Gerry.

Widespread unrest across the capital was/is mainly a result of unseasonable weather (11C has been recorded) and a dearth of A/C units. The apparent inability of police to use the tactics perfected by Assad's riot quellers has added to policing difficulties. "If we had a few tanks and the like," said a dishearten PC with a wooden round stick and dustbin lid for protection, "the really 'ard lootin' crew would have 'ad their botty's bazooka'd."
The UK Home Secretary Theresa not-up-to-the-job May said officials would "look at whatever is necessary to relieve me of my post."  Frankie Foreign Office waded in, "In order to ensure a trouble-free Olympics, Son of Assad should be free from his domestic duties in Syria and will be in charge of co-ordinating the necessary in order to keep street scum tweeters well contained."
May snatched the mic back and droned on, "My autocue says that we take issue with certain media, suggesting that had the billions of borrowed money spent for jonny foreigner to swim, track-trot and throw objects around a field;  had even a fraction of it been spent in the direction of the disenfranchised youth of London, none of this rough and tumble, fire starting stuff would have been forthcoming." breathing in not a moment too soon, she wailed on, "I have to say, that's Ken's usual leftie bollocks. Next summer's sports extravagant Olympics will be a triumph; and I'm certain that Blitz weary Londoners of all creeds and hues will forgive the ego-tripping leadership on both sides of the House, even when their community charges rocket for the next two decades."  (Photo:AFP)

Close Encounters? Bring Them On!

Yeah I know...Alien craft at 3 o'clock...tell them to wait.

The Donald: Poking loads of countries with his sand wedge after chipping them from an impossible angle; 'The Hair' on the bag, riding the rough with ner' a lock misplaced or dropped ball. However...Huckabee and Trump having completed their 1st round qualifier of the GOP's Tease & Flirt Tourney, an increasingly bemused public had left Mike and partner to play themselves out in the fading light, before retiring to have their card marked. A month or so later, back on the practise range taking turns with a driver at China, OPEC and Treasury Sec Timmy G., Mr Trump said to anyone within hearing, while firing one off Big John D style, "It's much more satisfying at present, sticking it to them without being accountable or responsible for any possible negative outcomes for the land I love; and of course, it still doesn't rule anything out for another appearance at the GOP Open in a few years time." chuckled Himself, as he nudged the churchy fellow aside.

Gridlock Gurus...

"In 1999, scientists gathered at Los Alamos National Laboratory in New Mexico to solve our national traffic problem" (NorthJersey.com)

 (Photo/Art: Copyright Control)

The Atomic Grandpas and friends had built the bomb just a few blocks from where the current Juniors are still playing with their super computers, simulating driving on congested highways. Why can’t we get anywhere asks the non driver? Well, it turns out that traffic when behaving like sardines, is deceptively smelly, oily and gives you fish head breath."It's a complicated problem which we could very easily solve", ventured a crafty employee, "but who wants to be living in a cardboard box when a twin piped, super-charged turbo is yours to thrash," cagey Colin continued. "It could be said to resemble molecular physics. In fact, that's exactly what we tell the deskies at LA's  Dept of Big Jamms to get them off our backs. At meetings down town one of us likes to commence the avalanche for coffee with something like, "It’s a system of individual particles interacting in complex ways, which allows traffic to create minds of their own. There are three kinds of traffic; slow/nearly/and really stopped. And there's the lane switchers, curb crawlers and unstable regimes. That's stop-go to you. But next to the dubious-credentialed top rippers that get stacks of funding for Squirrels: Their Major Contribution to Global Warming; well, we're just little tequilas."
But now, after a decade or more with an aeon of time squandered on the tax payers tab with gaming, tennis and golf; finally in a soon to be published paper which can be downloaded at L/Td/24517grilo.com a synopsis of the empirical document reads: "more traffic, lost appointments, increased road rage."

Calm The Global Markets!

 "Growing worries over debt in the eurozone and the US caused sharp falls on world stock markets last week." (Photo: BBC)

Surrendering, please no shoot.

Emergency flares and SOS's were fired off from the world of nervous lemmings. Everywhere around the globe there was the usual turmoil, as psycho-sellers drove down markets, dumping stock along with wives and the odd mistress. Finance ministers awoke from their two year slumber aghast. "We, the G7 major economic powers are still finding just about everything totally beyond our understanding. So just as a precaution, we will burn sage and dance around the magic crises pole before the markets reopen in an attempt to calm the idiots"  Emergency Talks DOOMED! suggested the Daily Shirker in today's enlightened and supportive editorial, written by the failed revolutionary Max Trott. "Workers! Perhaps Now? Some slogan to get your head staved in for. Meanwhile hit man Jean 'Crossbow' Tetchy wants nothing Italian, especially something beginning with: Debt. "They are not reliable except for perhaps the odd thin crust pizza, ice cream and an espresso."  The governing council of the ECB held a telethon on Sunday as well as requesting Beriusconi to have 30 minutes without a woman of some interest hanging around, and flog off some of his TV stations. No white smoke was forthcoming.

US Treasury Disputes Reality!

Treasury Dept: See?..the numbers you press determines the outcome. Now you try.

The U.S. Treasury Department said there is “no justifiable rationale” for Standard & Poor’s move to downgrade the nation’s credit rating" (Bloomberg).

Standard & Poor's boys and girls prepared their response with much practise of the historic 'swivel on this Benny and the Fed.' "We at Standard & Po' Boy can smell the difference between spread sheet fixin' and a Washington sewage plant. We lay all blame on the self interest, not-on-my-election-year political  non-system with it's guaranteed failure mechanism. They're totally incapable of adequately addressing deficit reduction of the required magnitude. Further more, the Treasury Department can blow that squackin' "we made a $2 trillion error' out their collective orifices."

Pinned Down And Windy!

"Pinned down by the wind while on this rowing adventure in the Artic." (BBC Scotland)

Page 1: We are stuck in some hard white, numbing cold stuff and I'm thinking about the last time I did my laundry and didn't have a sheet of Bouncy for the dryer. Anyway, for the time being showers, fry-ups and sissy beds are not for us. For 105.7 days, nights, afternoons and Easter; the wind. Howling from N by NW past Carry Grant at about 30mph, which means something more than an upset tum. Still, we are hiding under Henry's big dugout  in a relatively sheltered bay, only 60 miles to the next one via a mountain pass. The coast is where all the open frozen water is, but it's colder there and we don't like getting wet. It's not worth beating ourselves up for a little progress, so back into my Inuit kit and a bedtime story from Henry. The wind. A bloody wild creature that only the rugged out-doorsy aran sweater types can hack. We're not, so why are we here? Did we do a wrong turning from the wedding party that winter's night, into that posh folks rowing club and say "yes"? "South tomorrow", said Nigel which is a comforting word to hear. "South". I say it under my breath. But I know, he knows, the compass should but doesn't seem to, that it's the wrong direction.Time passes us by, then once more we're on board, but being rocked violently. Graham the Grump is doing his erratic fist-waving-at-the Moose-head on the imaginary wall routine, all because he's not allowed in the leader's front seat. This was all explained to me later, so I can't confirm it's accuracy. I must have been out for at least 29hrs18 mins3seconds after being hit across the head by Grumpy's oar. And I've no recall as to how we got to the next, slushy ice bay and across the Wellington channel towards Nunavut. Page 2 of our sea going Artic adventure coming just as soon as my concussion clears.