BRITISH AIRWAYS ARE A LEGITIMATE TARGET

Who on earth would want to blow up a British Airways flight? I would, as it happens, and so would millions of other passenger-victims. Obviously one should try to minimise civilian casualties, but BA themselves are a legitimate target, in my opinion, as are Easy Jet (i.e. Difficult Jet) and Ryanair (i.e. Bastardair).

British Airways management are cranks and sadists, who have caused more misery than all the terrorists combined, at least to me.

Tim Blair says he blames the presbyterians for today’s events. I take the point that when a train blows up, or a guy gets his head mown off with a sword, it’s usually safe to say that the presbyterians were involved. But an attack on BA could have been anyone.

Could have been presbyterian mad dog Laden; could have been a frequent flyer who decided he’d had enough. Whoever it was, we should make common cause with him on lesser evil grounds, just as our grandfathers sided with Hitler against British Rail.

The last time I was in one of BA’s trademark 3-hour delays I didn’t happen to have any explosives on me, so I stood in the queue and read out one of their pamphlets in a sarcastic voice.

“British Airways,” it said. “Your passport to freedom...”

Little victories. But they always have the last laugh.

KRUGMAN BANGING COCKTAIL WAITRESSES, TWO AT A TIME

I sit in a conference centre in Bogota's business district, thinking of Kate Bush.

And suddenly I find myself
Listening to a man I’ve never known before
Telling me about the sea...

Only instead of a man I’ve never known before, it’s Krugman. And instead of telling me about the sea, he is droning on about interest rates and the property bubble.

What he’s doing here, fuck knows. But he seems to be enjoying himself, in his own way. I thought that, since he was in Colombia, it would be a great opportunity for him to meet me. I sent a bottle of champagne to his hotel room, with an anonymous note. “Welcome to Bogota,” it says. “Watch out for snipers.”

I just want him to feel at home.

Hotel Tequendama refused to comment on the rumour –which I started myself- that he was banging cocktail waitresses, two at a time, like Freddy Corleone, bringing shame to the economics faculty of the University of Princeton.




     "Who inspires you as an economist?"
     "I would have to say Barbra Streisand..."
Krugman opens his heart to Paola Ochoa, economics editor of Semana magazine.

ANT CITY

People often say to me, "Harry, how is it that we can put men on the moon, but we still can’t fry pedestrians, ant-style, under giant magnifying glasses?"

No doubt you have often asked yourself the same question. Well now we can. Only on a computer for now, but it's a start.

Via Hemlock

OPEN LETTER TO MEL GIBSON

Dear Mr Gribson,

This is a final warning to pay for your electricity use. You owe £48.32.

The original figure was £50.32, but I gave you a discount because it’s a sunny day, and I think you’re right about the Jews. Otherwise I would have to punch you on the ear.

If, in seven days, you do not respond to this final demand, we shall refer the matter to a third party for recovery.

Contact:-

Terrence Shepard
Customer Services
Powergen
PO Box 7750
Nottingham
NG1 6WR

P.S. There is no God.

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KILLER FACT!

1.3% of Lebanese are Canadians.

"I had a most delightful pizza on the quayside in Palermo in 1976. My dining companion went on to hold minor office in the Sicilian government, to the extent that they have such a thing. She was quite sexually adventurous. Dead now, of course. All dead."

Comment by david c in the comments.

A RIGHT TIT

Hitchens, though in many ways a tit, appears to have been right on this occasion.

UPDATE! I’ve never told anyone this before, but I actually quite like Hitchens. (Keep it under your hat.) Though in some ways a tit, he is also the Real Thing. He isn’t just some overpaid mediocrity of the Andrew Sullivan type.

If you compare the most prominent left-wing columnist, whom I suppose is Krugman, with Kos; or if you compare Mark Steyn with Glenn Reynolds; or Robert Fisk with Juan Cole; or Hitchens with Michael Totten: in every case the newspaper guy is the genuine article, while the blogging equivalent is a tiresome snivelling non-entity.

Takes one to know one.