Showing posts with label Osama bin Laden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Osama bin Laden. Show all posts

Monday, May 02, 2011

Ding dong!

The witch is dead.

I couldn't wait a week to post on this, to say that despite my spidey-sense tingling like crazy when he was reported to be shot in the face and his body disposed of at sea, so he couldn't be facially identified even with photographs and no more dna can be taken from him, and the reports that he was already identified by dna so that it must be asked - is that even possible when it just happened, and when the material could not have been sent by any means to a lab so fast, and it seems pretty unlikely that there was a lab set up for it in the helicopter? -

that on seeing the news I immediately felt a great swelling of joy in my heart, and though not being a celebratory type person, I watched the celebrations. Not being much of a conspiracy theorist either, I hope the above questions are answered very soon. In the meantime, I will presume he is dead and be happy.

Ding dong!

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I started this blog in September, 2006. Mostly, it is where I can talk about things that interest me, which I otherwise don't get to do all that much, about some remarkable people who should not be forgotten, philosophy and theories (like Don Foster's on who wrote A Visit From St. Nicholas and my own on whether Santa is mostly derived from a Norse god) and analysis of issues that concern me. Often it is about books. I try to quote accurately and to say when I am paraphrasing (more and more). Sometimes I blow the first name of even very famous people, often entertainers. I'm much better at history, but once in a while I see I have written something I later learned was not true. Sometimes I fix them, sometimes not. My worst mistake was writing that Beethoven went blind, when he actually went deaf. Feel free to point out an error. I either leave in the mistake, or, if I clean it up, the comment pointing it out. From time to time I do clean up grammar in old posts as, over time I have become more conventional in my grammar, and I very often write these when I am falling asleep and just make dumb mistakes. It be nice to have an editor, but . . . .