I’m glad to see that there are still people out there brave enough to protect our precious freedoms in this time of terror:

…John McCain declared Wednesday he believes in “no gun control… I don’t think that’s necessary at all.”

Rudy Giuliani, too, voiced his support for the Second Amendment on Wednesday… “this tragedy does not alter the Second Amendment”…

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We wouldn’t want to deprive Glock of the the $600 Cho Seung-Hui spent on his hardware, now would we? Can you imagine the catostrophic effect any kind of Gun Control legislation would have on the firearms industry? Just think back to the horrific economic dowtime of the 1990s when we still had the assault weapons ban. And let’s not forget about all the campaign cash that comes from looking after our gun-makers.

Thankfully John Derbyshire over at the National Review identified what the real problem was on the Virginia Tech campus:

Where was the spirit of self-defense here? Setting aside the ludicrous campus ban on licensed conceals, why didn’t anyone rush the guy? It’s not like this was Rambo, hosing the place down with automatic weapons. He had two handguns for goodness’ sake—one of them reportedly a .22.

This is what I suggest. Let’s heavily arm John Mccain, Rudy Giuliana, John Derbyshire and all of these other fucking idiots and send them into, let’s say, Najaf. I’m sure the spirit of self-defense will do them lot’s of good.

From the Georgetown Times, via Wonkette:

Another man — wondering if an attack on Iran is in the works — wanted to know when America is going to “send an air mail message to Tehran.”

“Bomb bomb bomb, bomb bomb Iran,” he sang to the tune of Barbara Ann.

In Spain,

Pajaita means straw.
Paja means handjob.

So, while at a Spanish bar when Cristina shouted over and over again her desires for a straw to facilitate her cocktail experience. That’s not what she was asking for at all, was it?

Cajones means drawers.
Cojones means balls.

So when I was trying to explain my small missing box of tapes in comparison to a desktop mini-set of drawers, I said:

“Mi caja fue el tomano de sus cojones”

I actually said:

My box was the size of your balls.

Okay, a few months ago it dawned on me that myspace is dead. But now it’s really, really dead. I got like 50 “friend requests” from people named natasha and trixie today, and they had a butt as their picture. This happens a lot.

Or a porno wardrobe department.

I know low-budget sex is what they sell, but oh, American Apparel you’ve blured image and reality with the lame suspender swimsuit.

I am taking suggestions on how you for real would wear this.

Today, the Supreme Court ruled that the ban on late term abortion passed in 2002 does not violate a woman’s constitutional right to get an abortion. Go figure! [NYT]