An incident previously described as a passenger setting off firecrackers on a Northwest Airlines flight between Amsterdam and Detroit is now being referred to as a possible terrorist attack.
Ann Althouse a href=”http://althouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-night-of-crash-elin-nordegren-roused.html”makes a good point/a in response to an article that reports Elin Nordegren hit Tiger Woods with a golf club to wake him from an Ambien-induced sleep. Her response is to a commenter who thought that hitting a man with a golf club wasn’t attempted murder, but a wake up call: span style=”font-style:italic;”/spanbr /br /blockquote AllenS wrote: “Nonsense, it was a wake up call.” Now, I was going to use a “wake-up call” wisecrack in the original post. Why did I reject it? Because it would signal that women’s violence against men isn’t really dangerous, isn’t really a crime. It would say that when a woman has a righteous reason to be angry at her man, what would otherwise be a crime is not a crime. Think about how ugly it is to hit someone with a golf club while he is asleep. Did she know it was an Ambien-induced sleep — from which it will be very difficult to wake up and defend himself? How hard a swing did she take at him? It seems it was scary enough to make him run out of the house and attempt to drive — quickly — when he was in no condition to drive./blockquotebr /br /I’ll add this: it doesn’t matter if Nordegren knew Woods was in an Ambien-induced sleep. A spouse has no right to hit his or her partner with a golf club for cheating, regardless of the reason. Yell? Yes. Cry? Yes. Tell him to leave? Sure. Leave herself? Of course. br /br /But to use a weapon to whack him and run him out to the car to escape, if this is what really happened, is not the way to resolve a problem like this, nor should it be legal for a male or female to beat their spouse with a weapon for cheating. It is very dangerous in this case, because, as a man, Woods probably had no other recourse than to get in the car and get away, or face being put in jail for defending himself.
Merry Christmas to all my readers. I hope all of you have a wonderful day, whether spent with family, friends or in peaceful solitude.
Remember that ours is a life of ease rarely mixed with danger solely because the lives of these troops are those of danger rarely mixed with ease.
Bearded, obese, and probably mentally unstable, Santa is someone we obviously don't want near our children. (Also read Claudia Rosett: Browsing the White House Christmas Catalog)
Israelis want Gilad Shalit home — yet know that a lopsided prisoner deal will encourage further kidnappings.
But it’s even less advisable to bring a snowball to a gunfight.
If this movie is to be believed, plastic surgeons should figure out how to add wrinkles.
A Christian spokesman in Bethlehem says: “We have never suffered as we are now suffering.”
The true spirit of Christmas, according to the Dems? Less liberty, state-mandated theft, and bribery. We'd prefer a new tie.
Why is the beloved film, aired year-round on several channels a couple decades ago, now only on NBC twice a year?
To English audiences, jihadists talk of ending oppression; to Arabic ones, they talk of oppressing the infidel.
When confronted with the harsh reality of what ObamaCare will do, the Democrats retreat into a fairyland and pretend all is well.
Taking “Christmas” out of a mediocre shopping season.
The rockets may have stopped firing — for now — but the traumatic effects of Operation Cast Lead linger on.
Where did these guys come from? (Also read Ron Radosh: Obama’s Latest Appointment: A Reflection of his Radical Past)
It appears that most of the Copenhagen participants saw the money they spent as an investment. Here's how they get paid.
Environmentalists threw everything they had into the anthropogenic global warming scare, hoping for victory through politics and PR.
There are some very close ties between Saudi Arabia, the Arab American Institute, and J Street.
Just as parents must say "no" to children, government must learn to say "no" to citizens who want something for nothing.
But three hours is still a long time, especially in the summer.
David Horowitz's book is about his late daughter's life and the bond they formed despite clashing worldviews.