Posted By Russ Emerson on June 9, 2005 at 12:00 pm
Not all fifth columnists can be found in parades on the streets of Berkeley.
I am reminded today of Conquest’s Second Law:
Any organization not explicitly and constitutionally right-wing will sooner or later become left-wing.
It’s not hard to find real-world instances of the Second Law in action. I always think of the World Council of Churches and the Nobel Foundation as prime examples.
Amnesty International has always been somewhat lefty, but their recent slide into the furthest reaches of leftist ass-hattery is surely confirmation of some sort.
See Captain’s Quarters for coverage of an interesting tidbit: AI called for nations to violate diplomatic immunity and arrest American leaders and diplomats overseas.
I’d noticed this at the onset of the recent “gulag” flap, but it didn’t stick in my mind. Thanks to Captain Ed for the reminder.
Update, 13Jun05: Interesting… see Ed’s followup on the details of what constitutes diplomatic immunity.
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Posted By Russ Emerson on June 9, 2005 at 11:23 am
You know you’re getting old when your little brother turns 42, as mine did yesterday.
OK, OK, so 43 isn’t old, but it’s older than I’ve ever been before.
If I’m not careful, I’ll degenerate into doing a permanent Grampa Simpson routine.
Dear Mr. President, there are too many states these days. Please eliminate three. I am NOT a crackpot.
The Swedish are coming! The Swedish are coming!
You never know what people are capable of. I never thought I could shoot down a German plane. But last year, I proved myself wrong.
We can’t bust heads like we used to. But we have our ways. One trick is to tell stories that don’t go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for m’shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt. Which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ’em. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you’d say. Now where was I… oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. You couldn’t get white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones…
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