The Babe's thoughts turn inward this afternoon as he traverses the kitchen counter while visions of kitty treats dance in his head.
"Interest in the war is waning back home, I'm told, and that may also explain the thinning ranks of reporters over here," writes Michael Yon, one of the few remaining voices in the wilderness keeping the over-there fires burning on the frontline in Iraq:
But without reader support I can't continue indefinitely.
Reader support keeps my boots on the ground here, and my readers will determine how long I am able to continue this work. I have not taken a penny from Fox, any television or other outlets to fund this year-long trip.
Ironically, with fewer reporters here every day, it seems even more critical to insure that the news flows from those sources we do have on the ground. So, please continue to spread the word about my work and please consider supporting this site by clicking here.
Sir, yes sir. We're putting our money where our blogmouth is and invite our readers, if so inclined, to do the same. Michael is one of those seekers of wisdom and truth Bill Whittle calls in his latest uberpost "The Remnant":
Chances are you have no idea what the term The Remnant refers to . . . Not the actions of Delta Force operators or other First Responders -- the obvious assumption -- but rather of decent, ordinary people who showed extraordinary decency and courage when the moment called them.
And what did the passengers of United Flight 93 have in common? Men and women, gay and straight, liberal and conservative, Republicans and Democrats, rich and poor . . . who knows, and more importantly, who cares?
That is Remnant. That is the strength, the foundation, the core, the essence of civilization and decency in the face of barbarism and murder.
Bill Whittle is the oner who wrote deep and darkly a couple of years back of the "Tribes":
"Then there are sheepdogs," he went on, "and I'm a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf." Or, as a sign in one California law enforcement agency put it, "We intimidate those who intimidate others."
What's the kitty meeping, you ask? It's a gift from Miss Kelly from last Saturday night's blogmeet to die for, a "Super Mammoth Elephant Ear" bulb. Set it into the soil, add sunlight and water, and it iwill go Jack-and-the-Beanstalk on you: "Elephant Ear (Colocasia esculenta) Need a quick-growing, dramatic, lush, tropical effect, elephant ears are your choice. They do well in sun or shade and love plenty of water, making dense clumps nearly 3' x 3'. Winter hardy (roots)."
Meanwhile, even as Bush-Derangement-Syndrome sufferers attempt to demoralize the sheepdogs on the front and members of The Remnant stateside, the home fires are burning brightly in this neck of the woods thanks to fearless freedom fighters like our own Sub Rosa blogpals Sol of Solomonia and MB of Miss Kelly. Sol was interviewed, with reference to his totally awesome "The Silencing," featured by Pajamas Media the other day -- an exhaustive report of Boston-area Islamist groups' use of lawsuits to silence their critics and the media -- by Boston's WRKO radio station's Pundit Review, which you can listen to here. As we told our friend in his comments:
You oughta have your own show, fergossake. You are a natural and so easy on the ears.
So much talent, so little time. Let's roll!