Lost Masterposts of Western Sieve

Here is the very first time, Mr. Bones, that the neobozos have come up with somethin’ that asks to be filed under both Cole Patrol and Rio Limbaugh. And naturally I run into all sorts of strangenesses on the part of Google!

Still, I suppose thee and the Muses will be able to make out what I decided not to trouble to send off to the common terrorisers. (The header is name/e-mail/website as required by the CTM form.)

JHM dba "Anne Arbour"
jhmccloskey@post.harvard.edu
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/rj-eskow/cheneys-chappaquiddick_b_15585.html

"It’s been a while since I’ve commented on Juan Cole" &c. &c.

Hmm. Does Neocomrade E. Trager read Don Juan regularly, then, but politely abstain from pokin' factious fun, or does he only do the occasional trawl for stinkfruit, after the fashion of MEMRI?

As stinkfruits go, this one is no great catch. Prof. Cole is so fixated on the Palestine Puzzle™ that when it does really come front and center for once, it would be a wonder if we did NOT hear at once about "the most ___________ __________ ever." The really serious objection to JC's operations arises when he drags the PP™ into other issues, like the condition of the former al-‘Iráq or creation of the happines of the brave new Áfghánestán, issues which may not actually be more important, but concerning which kibitzers worth attending to are far rarer.

A ‘fateful’ ‘encounter’ is not an absolutely dotty way of filling in the blanks, though to be sure one would have to stick in ‘potentially’ or the like in order to be scrupulously accurate and thus up to the lofty standards of Common Terror magazine.

Suppose the Fabulous Flyboy's wish is granted, and "Bomb, bomb, bomb / Bomb, bomb Iran!" comes true, a thing much less impossible than is at all desirable. In that event, the "impact [on] the planet’s geostrategic outlook" (as the neocomrade himself has it) might well be the greatest in quite a while -- the greatest since 1945, even, if one were to include only more or less Eurocentric fatefulnesses with a large military component.

At some risk of sounding like a Wingnut City bumper sticker, allow me to point out that nobody actually *died* at the Cuban Missile Crisis.

Happy days.

Happy days.