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PaintBall players, beware. The innocence of your sport is at risk. In fact, you better be darn sure that what you're doing, day to day, can't be considered terrorism by some weird-ass stretch of a prosecutor's imagination. This is more good news for the "just trust us" crowd currently in power. Is Playing Paintball and Firing Legal Guns Terrorism?

You can make your own here, as well as several other kinds of crazy German signage.

Hat tip: Rocket Jones.

Q and O has a good post on the good, bad and ugly ways you can fight the war on terror. (Which one is which, I leave as an exercise for the reader.)

Knowledge Problem examines why gas prices are so stinking high.

I'll rochambeau you for it!

Phil over at Catch Me If You Can has an informative look at the hell that is DC Metro Parking. Also, if you are in the DC area, his band is playing out tonight at the Grog and Tankard up on Wisconsin, around 9:30. (Sadly, I will be unable to attend.) Here's a sample of what his band does.

Hey, instapundit, no it doesn't. Did you actually read it first?

Michael Totten has a good article up at the worst named good website I know, Tech Central Station. He talks rather cogently about the current status of the four main foriegn policy idioms in America.

[wik] In regards to the previous post, Totten has an interesting collection of protest pics up over at his website.

This Wall Street Journal editorial is well worth a read.

By way of Andrew Ian Dodge, we find another gay online quiz. Not that there's anything wrong with that. This quiz is very similar to the traditional two-axis political scheme often used by Libertarians to trick the unwary into thinking they're libertarian. But it has one advantage: they give you a cool, pirate style map instead of a boring graph.

Today is my dad's birthday. So wish the elder buckethead a happy birthday between your relief at passing through the Ides of March unscathed and your anticipation for drunken excess on the Feast Day of St. Patrick.

Coincidently (or not...) Murdoc Online is celebrating his first blogoversary today. Keep up the good work! Murdoc has had some excellent stuff in the past especially in the realm of military affairs, and we are confident that he hasn't run out of good thinks to think. So confident, in fact, that I'm adding him to the blogroll. Cheers!

This last weekend, Spoons and Armed Liberal got married. Not to each other, though there's nothing wrong with that. A belated congratulations to both of them!

Rocket Jones has found a new toy. It allows you to do this:

[wik] As has been pointed out by loyal reader Norbizness, Bart made an error in his chalkboard writing assignment. I think its funnier this way, so I will make no effort to correct it.

The Donald Sensing post that we were talking about back on Perfidy's Gay Marriage Day is now a polished article on the Wall Street Journal's Opinion Page. It makes just as much sense now as it did then.

Associated Press is reporting a minor leak of trace amounts of sarin from a storage bunker in AL.

Sarin, for the uninitiated, is a chemical weapon of the nerve variety, meaning it messes with your nervous system and ultimately causes suffocation. Not so different from a can of Raid, except sarin has no odor or color. And presumably no flavor.

Thing is, last fall I took a slightly unorthodox vacation and was fussing about not far from those bunkers. The bunkers I was around were long abandoned, and USED to hold WMD munitions. The only one I was actually in was empty, but....

Maybe I should wonder about this rash...?

Now you know. If you need a gas mask, these people have an ill-designed website where you can acquire one. Then you need to learn the care and feeding of gas masks.

Bonus picture:

As part of my cunning plan to become the next Donald Trump, I now have a townhouse to rent. Anyone in the DC metro area who is looking for a place to live, I have for your consideration a three bedroom, two and a half bath townhouse. It has a finished basement; washer and dyer, dishwasher, and new refrigerator; and a fenced-in brick patio. It's in Springfield, Virginia in the Newington Forest area, and is a nice brick faced townhouse located on a cul-de-sac. It's very convenient to the Metro, being right off the Fairfax County Parkway five minutes from Franconia Metro on the Blue Line. All this for $1650 per month. If you're interested, send me an email at [email]rent@perfidy.org[/email].

I will not be posting until after the weekend (cue weepy violins; the wails of millions), as I am travelling South. Friday night is the Partial Perfidous Caucus on Evil, Malfeasance, and Spawn Admiration at the Buckethead residence: drinks provided. Then family stuff, and then an excruciating marathon drive from Richmond to Boston on Sunday. If I don't make it back, remember me well.

Green bears?

Two polar bears at the Singapore Zoo have turned into giant chia pets. A harmless algae has grown in the hollow shafts of the bear's hair, leading to the jungle camouflage color scheme. Hydrogen peroxide has been used to bleach the fur of the mother bear back to its normal arctic white, and the son will get his dye job in a couple weeks.

Actually, that is sadly untrue. Weekly World News founder and editor Eddie Clontz died recently, and the world is a less entertaining place for it.

Somewhere, the BatBoy is crying his giant, preternaturally sensive eyes out, the King has bowed his pomaded head in mourning, and Ed Anger is blaming it all on the Jews, the environmentalists, and the queers who are kidnapping our pets.

Kathy Kinsley has found a story about a store in New York that's selling replicas of the nails used to crucify Jesus in that Mel Gibson movie that I keep hearing so much about. Her comment? "People are strange."

Indeed. I wonder who it is who's doing the buying? Is it Christians? Hipsters? Fashionistas? Punk rock refugees on a day-trip up from St. Mark's Place?

When I was in high school there were two disturbing trends in t-shirts. First was the Garth Brooks concert T, usually in size XXL with a giant airbrushed Garth on the front, tucked in and bloused, and worn with sausage-skin-tight acidwash jeans.

That was bad enough. But the ones that really made my day were the "Lord's Gym" T-Shirts, worn by students who belonged to certain evangelical and millenarian Protestant sects. Ever seen those shirts? With a dramatic side-lit image of a muscular Jesus, blood streaming from his scalp where the thorns have dug in, his face drawn in a rictus of agony and supreme effort as he attempts a push-up under the weight of the giant cross on his back? What the fuck? Celebrating, even exulting in, the suffering of Jesus? I mean, that's sort of part of Christian theology, since Jesus suffered and died for everyone and all that, but... what the fuck? I thought that was a matter for solemn pondering.

Then again, I totally don't get modern "Christian" music, either.

I wonder if the same people who wear the Lord's Gym shirts are the same people that buy a fake Jesus-hanger.

Donald Sensing has an interesting solution to the "marriage problem" that just might make everybody happy. Except for the radicals on both sides, of course.

Apparently, an indefatigable British geneologist and historian, Dr Michael Jones, has determined that the rightful king of England is some guy named Mike who lives in New South Wales and works on a sheep station. It seems that the father of King Edward IV was not, in fact, Richard the Duke of York. Rather, his mother Lady Cicely Neville was making nasty with a commoner French archer named Blaybourne while Richard was off fighting his cuckolder's countrymen. And as a result, Edward's younger brother Clarence and his offspring should by right be the royal line. It might be a good thing to get a Plantagenet back on the throne, as I think the Hanoverian line has gotten a little, dare I say, inbred and weak.

Unfortunately, King Michael Abney-Hastings has no desire to leave Oz and take up his duties as King of England, Defender of the Faith, etc.

"When they told me I was surprised all right. But I don't think it will worry us too much. Titles don't mean much out here and I have no intention of leaving Jerilderie.

"Why would you want to be king anyway? They can't do anything without someone on their back. This thing will all blow over in a couple of weeks and life will go back to normal."

He does have two sons, though...

[wik] Coincidently, I almost bought this the other day: The Perfect Prince: The Mystery of Perkin Warbeck and His Quest for the Throne of England. This incident happened a little after the incident of bastardry described above, and involved a young man called Perkin Warbeck claimed to be one of the sons of Edward IV, consigned as boys to the Tower of London and supposedly murdered by order of their uncle, Richard III. Invading England with support from both commoners and princes, Warbeck challenged the legitimacy of the first Tudor king, Henry VII.