Let me be clear

Ok, rather than rewrite and revise my last post, I’ll just clarify a bit. Maybe it will be clearer, although I’m writing today with a greater lack of sleep than yesterday. And, up front, my apologies for any Arabic words I misspell. Anyhoo:

I supported and still do support what we’re doing in Iraq. In the end, if we’re successful, Iraq will be a free and prosperous nation and a likely ally and business partner. It’s entirely possible that the career politicians who called the Iraq War the “wrong war at the wrong place, wrong time” will be bitching about jobs being outsourced there. Possible, I said. If we do it right. The same is true for Afghanistan, although that country will require a great deal more investment in infrastructure and human capital before serious investments come its way.

Let’s consider exactly how big a threat this is to Iran, Syria, Pakistan and our good friends in Saudi Arabia. If we prove successful in Iraq, we then wield a greater weapon than anything we have in our nuclear arsenal. We can, in fewer than 5 years, completely undo what a cadre of mullahs and revolutionaries, or Stalinist dictators, or Bizaj shock troops or Mukhbarat secret police or imams and fedayeen took 30 or 40 years to build up. We can undo theocracies and autocracies and replace them like spare parts with democracy and federalism and separated church and state. And we can do it at will, anytime we want, without taking any other nation’s or the United Nations’ leave, and on the flimsiest of excuses.

Already anytime we want we could once again become death, destroyer of worlds. We have the missiles to spare. We’re freakin’ Shiva over here. But that’s not what we want to do. We can do worse to the theocrats and baathists. And worse is what they see us doing to them when they look at Iraq and Afghanistan. With this threat, we can force reforms upon their countries, one way or another. With those reforms comes less social support for terror and more stability in the region.

But this is only the first and worst part of the War on Terror, if we are to truly win it. A war is won when your enemy can no longer resist you.

It’s not enough just to cut out a cancer. You have to make sure it hasn’t spread or stop the metastasis if it has. The cancer of Islamism is malignant and has spread to Europe already, to Southeast Asia and the Phillipines, to Africa and possibly to the US. We cannot let these tumors grow either, or we’ll have wasted our efforts so far.

We have to contain the teaching of religious hatred towards the West and towards our allies, specifically Israel. We have to stop the flow of wahabi literature and broadcasts out of Saudi Arabia. We must discredit through military defeat Hizbollah and Janjaweed.

We must arrest, question and imprison imams in the US and Europe preaching jihad against our nations or against other religions. If we let them live. Some should be made examples of. Abu Hamza comes to mind. We will have to use spies and surveillance of mosques to do this. Deep cover agents will have to infiltrates centers of a religion that may be harmless in fact. Freedom of religion – it has limits, just like freedom of speech does. Your rights stop when you use them to harm others. Or rather, consequences kick in when you do.

Until we take these concrete steps, we will not have won this war. We will have the spectre of terrorism, the new sword of Damocles, hanging over us. Until we stop the spread of the hate, our enemies can still resist us.
Now, perhaps we could get others to do some of this for us. That would be nice. Maybe the Israelis really will crush Hizbollah next time. Maybe sanctions will work against Iran. Maybe Pakistani intelligence services will continue to feed us information about terror cells and support coming from their country. Maybe the Afghan government will be able to fight the remnants of the Taliban on their own soon. Maybe the Saudi royals will find ways to end the internal reign of the wahabi clerics. Maybe the Palestinians will begin to realize that statehood is more than attacking Israel. Maybe the world will take action in Darfur and Somalia.

But we can’t count on that. “Maybe” isn’t going to win this war. Neither are the half-measures we’re currently employing, as great a weapon as they are.

Oh, and, what he said.

Manliness and the War on Terror

David Warren on Men Without Chests.

Hat tip: Geezer at Innocent Bystanders, who also quotes C.S. Lewis.

I don’t think the west suffers from a lack of manliness yet, although we may be taming our upcoming generation. I don’t completely disagree with Mr. Warren about the journalists, but let’s not be overly general about the west.

The reason this War on Terror will last so long is that we’re fighting it in half-measures. Why do we do this? Bad strategery? No, it’s deeper than that. It’s our quintessentially American belief that freedom of religion is innate in all mankind. Thus, we don’t want to kill our terrorist problem at the root, which would involve making a lot of imams, mullahs and clerics dead or disappeared in the night. It would involve bombing madrassas where hatred of the west is not only spread, but where young clerics learn to spread it. I think we’re waging the War on Terror the way we are in hopes that if we liberalize these societies where such hate and violence are taught openly and fervently, that the problem will evaporate. I think we’re hoping that with the introduction of classically liberal ideals such as democracy, rule of law, private property, etc the impetus for terrorism will go away and then so will the terrorism.

But the homegrown bombers in London prove this wrong. These guys were young men, looking for a deeper faith and more meaning. Teenagers often take things to extremes. I don’t say this to excuse them for what they were planning, but to implicate others as well. And first on the list is the radical imams who brought these kids over from their parents version of Islam to their own death-loving kind. Next on the list is the rest of the Muslim community for not denouncing this kind of teaching openly and loudly. And last is the secular education system and entertainers who bash the west and its values as if the world had EVER offered a better alternative.

The answer to terrorists being “grown” in America or abroad is simple. We stamp it out wherever it’s taught, by violence when necessary. But we Americans don’t believe in religious wars. To paraphrase a recently popular movie though, we’d best start believing. We’re in one.

It’s not manliness we lack; it’s the will to do what’s against our shared American values. But as rogue states get ready to arm themselves with nuclear weapons, we’re running out of other options.

Movie Review – Nochnoy Dozor (Night Watch) – Horror, Foreign – DVD

Night Watch is, according to IMdB, the second-highest grossing Russian film ever. It is second to it’s sequel Day Watch. Watching this film, it’s easy to see why.

First, the story: Among us normal human beings live the Others. They look like us, but have special abilities and attributes: Sorcerers, shape-shifters, witches, vampires, psychics and the like. The Dark Others, who prey on humans, and Light Others, who protect them, have been maintaining a fragile detente for millenia. Light Others who watch to keep the Dark ones in check are called Night Watch, the Dark Others who perform the same function against the Light, are of course Day Watch.

But now something new threatens the peace, a vortex in time and space with supernatural origin and a new Other, a boy, who hasn’t chosen Light or Dark and may be the Anakin-like one who shifts the balance.

We follow the story through Anton, a Light Other who is trying to atone for the sins of his past and stop the end of the world. His special abilities are to see supernatural things and to emulate, but not become, the vampires.

It’s an interesting take on Good vs. Evil, how the lines that are clearest are sometimes drawn the most arbitrarily.

Second: The effects. There as good as anything a US studio could put together. The attention to detail even includes the subtitles, which at times change to match the mood. Example of this: A young boy is being “called” by a vampire. He’s swimmng in a pool at the time and develops a nosebleed. The blood swirling in the water forms the words of the vampire who is “calling” to him as subtitle. Cool stuff like that throughout.

The DVD has additional commentary from the author of the novel it’s based on. I only watch a little of it that way. He’s fairly happy with the way it turned out, and it’s obvious that the filmakers are committed to making the whole trilogy of his into a film trilogy, since they borrowed scenes from his later books. I think that’s cool.

I’ll have to read the book. The story was entertaining enough. Roger Ebert found it confusing and overly complex – I didn’t have that problem as I expected it. I mean, it’s Russian. One shouldn’t expect a simple or happy story. One can, however, experience a story well-told. And watching this movie, one does.

Note: It is the first of 3 films. I mention that again so that you don’t have a WTF moment at the end, which I’ll not be spoiling for you.

Book Review – Mask Market – Andrew Vachss

They meet in a no-name diner. A shadowy man hands Burke a CD-dossier of someone he wants found. Minutes later, as Burke watches from an alley, his client is gunned down by a professional hunter-killer team. Burke slips away, unsure if he’s been spotted. Later, when he examines the dossier, he discovers that the missing woman is Beryl Preston, a girl he’d rescued from a brutal pimp twenty years earlier—when she was only 13—and returned to her father. Now he has to find her again—not just because she might be in danger, but because he has to be sure he didn’t wrong her the first time. His search will force him to confront a new kind of human ugliness, and, finally, to practice the survivalist triage that has marked—and cursed—his life since childhood. In Mask Market, Burke the outlaw investigator finds himself searching for the truth: not only about a girl named Beryl, but also about himself.

Mask Market, excerpt here, opens a little more slowly than some of Vachss’ other novels, but this didn’t bother me. Safe House, my personal favorite, opens even more slowly. But once open, Safe House comes at you like Mike Tyson in a prison shower.

Sadly, I can’t say the same for Mask Market. I did feel compelled to finish it the same night I borrowed it, but I did also glance at the clock a few times and ask myself if it was worth the lost sleep. And afterwards, I did think about what I’d have done differently writing the same story. The story is pretty weak and loses focus once in a while. It finds it’s way back by the end, but all in all, I could have skipped this one.
If you love Vachss work, you’ll just like it. If you’re a fan, you’ll understand what I mean when I say it’s weak like Pain Management or Down in the Zero. It just doesn’t have the same fire, and neither does Burke seem to in this one.

If you’ve never read a Burke novel, I’d recommend Strega, Sacrifice, or Safe House to start off with.

Andrew Vachss

A friend of mine turned me on to Andrew Vachss a few years ago. He meant it innocently enough; didn’t realize that I’d read one novel and then be strung out on the couch with all 14 of the Burke novels until I was done.

He writes gritty, tight, tough prose. Usually you find it in the Mystery section and the main protagonist, Burke, does do some detective work. But it’s no mystery what the author is all about.

His bio from Wikipedia:

Andrew Henry Vachss (born October 19, 1942) is an American crime fiction author, child protection consultant, and attorney exclusively representing children and youths. He is also a founder and national advisory board member of PROTECT: The National Association to Protect Children.

Prior to becoming a lawyer, Andrew Vachss was a federal investigator in sexually transmitted diseases, a social services caseworker, a labor organizer, and had directed a maximum-security prison for juvenile offenders. As an attorney, he now represents children and youths in cases of abuse and neglect, delinquency, custody, and related litigation. He is the author of numerous novels, including the Burke series, as well as two collections of short stories, essays, poetry, song lyrics, and graphic novels. His books have been translated into twenty languages, and his work has appeared in Parade, Antaeus, Playboy, Esquire, and the New York Times, among other publications. A native New Yorker, he now divides his time between the city of his birth and the Pacific Northwest.

Many Vachss novels feature the shadowy private investigator Burke, a true New Yorker, full of energy and contradictions. About his character, Vachss says: “If you look at Burke closely, you’ll see the prototypical abused child: hypervigilant, distrustful. He’s so committed to his family of choice—not his DNA, biological family, which tortured him, or the state which raised him—but the family that he chose, that homicide is a natural consequence of injuring any of that family. He’s not a hit man. But he shares the same religion I do, which is revenge.”

His wife, Alice Vachss, is a former prosecutor and the author of the nonfiction book Sex Crimes: Ten Years on the Front Lines Prosecuting Rapists and Confronting Their Collaborators.

There are now 16 Burke novels, all but 2 of which I’ve read. Most of which I highly recommend.

Just last week a new one was released, Mask Market. Review still forthcoming on it.

Slice of the Hammer

“I got it.” He answered the phone. He’s not much for talking on a cell, even the throwaway kind.

“On my way,” I told him and broke off the call. I backed the Ford out of the driveway and headed north. I had expected to make the pick up myself anyway. The Hammer always delivers, but he doesn’t make deliveries.

He didn’t ask why I needed the package; I didn’t ask how he got his hands on it so fast. We both know better. There’s more than water under our little bridge.

I lit up a smoke waiting at one of the jillion red lights on Little Road and flipped on the radio. A gravel voiced talk-show host went on and on about how America’s too liberal. I switched to the news.

A man is being extradited from the sex-tourism capitol of the world to Colorado where he may have killed a little girl after raping. Guy says it was an accident.

A girl escaped the closet her kidnapper had kept her in for eight years. The man killed himself rather than be taken alive.

A Muslim couple in England were planning to set off a bomb hidden in their baby’s formula. With the baby on the plane.

I switch off the radio. Maybe America’s too liberal or maybe we just use the word “human” too liberally in some cases. This isn’t a world, it’s a big blue asylum. I pitch my cigarette out the window, despite all the summer burn warnings. Fuck it. Let it burn. Let it all burn.

I turn on to Eastchase, part of the city that isn’t developed yet. The temperature drops a little so I can leave the window down. It’s still hot as a whore on nickel day and rain is just a stripper’s promise. But the breeze is nice and I’ve made this drive enough times, I can let my mind wander.

Hammer and I go way back. We did four years together out in west Texas. They called it a “school” and they weren’t wrong – they just didn’t realize what we were learning there. Half Indian, Cherokee and Choctaw, he came in to the system as “Andy”. He left “Hammer.” Every now and then he’ll bring a new lady friend by and she’ll ask why we call him that. We shrug like we don’t know or smile like our silence doesn’t involve a statute of limitations.

I park outside his apartment building, hop out of the Ford, light up another smoke and wait. Partly to be polite – Hammer doesn’t smoke anymore – but mostly to make sure no one was following me. Once I was satisfied, I bounded up the steps. The door wasn’t locked; he’d seen me coming.

He doesn’t have a lot of furniture, doesn’t spend a lot of time there. The package was on his table, wrapped in clear plastic and labelled with a number so he could track what he’d lent out, also a subtle reminder to anyone who he lends the stuff to. It’s a mistake not to bring things back to him.

He sat in the living area on one of the Salvation Army chairs he keeps maintained with duct tape. He was listening to the game on the TV and sharpening his old bowie knife. Despite the name, Hammer’s true genius is with a blade. He drew the steel over stone like he was slicing it thinly. He held it up for a second to examine the burr, then rested the hilt flat over the back of his hand. The old blade was perfectly balanced.

Balance, he once told me, back when we were Inside, was the thing. Knives or anything else in the world. The cloud gets too heavy, it’s out of whack with the sky, rain falls to restore the balance. Electricity flows because there’s a void at the other end. Balance. The world’s always falling into it.

He goes back to sharpening and we make small talk about the Cowboys and the weather, but it’s pretty obvious that he’s got work on his mind. Someone borrowed from him and hasn’t paid him back. He’s understanding about that, but it creates a vaccuum of trust, which has to be filled to restore balance. People fill it with late fees, as he calls it. Or he sharpens the knife. Either way, the deadbeat “patron” pays a price.

He doesn’t do it very often and he doesn’t break legs. But it turns out you only have to scalp one guy in a neighborhood to be taken seriously.

I take his silence as a cue and make my exit with the package. He doesn’t remind me when he needs it back; he knows I’ll be done with it before the sunrise. Truth is, I’ve been jonesing for what’s in the bag for weeks. I left the apartment like a junkie who just got a welfare check, one word pounding in my mind.

Soon.

My fingers find the book in the bag, tapping it for reassurance.

Soon.

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Ok, so none of that’s true, really, except the parts that are. I’ve been looking forward to Andrew Vachss’ new novel for sometime and my buddy at the library did just hook me up only a couple days after it hit the shelf. But you can’t read Vachss without it affecting your writing just a smidge.

Oh, and kids, be sure you always return library materials when they’re due. ‘Cause I ain’t telling which branch the Hammer works at.

Review of the novel coming soon.

Quoting Goldwater

Weird how things go together. So I quoted Barry AuH2O the other day. I found that quote while looking up a different one:

“A Government that is big enough to give you everything you want is also big enough to take away everything you have.”

That quote I first heard on “Penn & Teller Bullsh*t!” – but they attributed it to….guess who? Yup, Penn Gillette intimated that it was Stuff Jefferson Said. Not sure which volume. It took .29 seconds on MSN Search to disabuse that notion. I wonder if they thought it being from Jefferson made it more credible. After all, what my teachers taught us about Goldwater in history class was that he hated African-Americans and wanted to drop H-bombs on Hanoi for giggles. Maybe that was just at my school, though.  

 Anyhoo, today Allah has a link over at Hotair, apparently Goldwater is getting an Extreme Makover: Liberal Edition:

http://hotair.com/archives/2006/08/25/the-lefts-newest-icon-barry-goldwater/

Weird.

Here’s some more Stuff Goldwater Said:

A government that is big enough to give you all you want is big enough to take it all away.
Barry Goldwater

American business has just forgotten the importance of selling.
Barry Goldwater

Equality, rightly understood as our founding fathers understood it, leads to liberty and to the emancipation of creative differences; wrongly understood, as it has been so tragically in our time, it leads first to conformity and then to despotism.
Barry Goldwater

Extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice. And moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue.
Barry Goldwater

Hubert Humphrey talks so fast that listening to him is like trying to read Playboy magazine with your wife turning the pages.
Barry Goldwater

I could have ended the war in a month. I could have made North Vietnam look like a mud puddle.
Barry Goldwater

I think any man in business would be foolish to fool around with his secretary. If it’s somebody else’s secretary, fine.
Barry Goldwater

I will offer a choice, not an echo.
Barry Goldwater

I won’t say that the papers misquote me, but I sometimes wonder where Christianity would be today if some of those reporters had been Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
Barry Goldwater

I would remind you that extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice! And let me remind you also that moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue.
Barry Goldwater

I wouldn’t trust Nixon from here to that phone.
Barry Goldwater

If everybody in this town connected with politics had to leave town because of chasing women and drinking, you would have no government.
Barry Goldwater

If you don’t mind smelling like peanut butter for two or three days, peanut butter is darn good shaving cream.
Barry Goldwater

It’s a great country, where anybody can grow up to be president… except me.
Barry Goldwater

Nixon was the most dishonest individual I have ever met in my life. He lied to his wife, his family, his friends, his colleagues in the Congress, lifetime members of his own political party, the American people and the world.
Barry Goldwater

Remember that a government big enough to give you everything you want is also big enough to take away everything you have.
Barry Goldwater

The income tax created more criminals than any other single act of government.
Barry Goldwater

The only summit meeting that can succeed is the one that does not take place.
Barry Goldwater

To disagree, one doesn’t have to be disagreeable.
Barry Goldwater

To insist on strength is not war-mongering. It is peace-mongering.
Barry Goldwater

We cannot allow the American flag to be shot at anywhere on earth if we are to retain our respect and prestige.
Barry Goldwater

When I’m not a politician, I’ll be dead.
Barry Goldwater

Where is the politician who has not promised to fight to the death for lower taxes- and who has not proceeded to vote for the very spending projects that make tax cuts impossible?
Barry Goldwater

You don’t have to be straight to be in the military; you just have to be able to shoot straight.
Barry Goldwater

You’ve got to forget about this civilian. Whenever you drop bombs, you’re going to hit civilians.
Barry Goldwater

Or how about these?

“I have little interest in streamlining government or in making it more efficient, for I mean to reduce its size. I do not undertake to promote welfare, for I propose to extend freedom. My aim is not to pass laws, but to repeal them. It is not to inaugurate new programs, but to cancel old ones that do violence to the constitution, or that have failed in their purposes, or that impose on the people an unwarranted financial burden. I will not attempt to discover whether legislation is “needed” before I have first determined whether it is constitutionally permissible. And if I should be later attacked for neglecting my constituents’ ‘interests,’ I shall reply that I was informed that their main interest is liberty, and that in that cause I am doing the very best I can.”

“The time has come to recognize the United Nations for the anti-American, anti-freedom organization that it has become. The time has come for us to cut off all financial help, withdraw as a member, and ask the United Nations to find a headquarters location outside the United States that is more in keeping with the philosophy of the majority of voting members, someplace like Moscow or Peking.”

“I ask your help, and the help of all Americans, so that an American president can tell Nikita Khrushchev: ‘You are wrong! Our children will not live under communism. Your children will live under freedom.’ ”

“Throughout history, government has proved to be the chief instrument for thwarting man’s liberty.”

“If I could make one entreaty to my president: it would be to devote yourself to getting the federal government out of the hair of the people and the business of this country, so that we, with our dollars, can put people back to work. The federal government cannot create jobs. It never has. It never will.”

Yep. Big liberal that Barry. Narf.

New discovery – updated

There is a substance out there, the edible kind, called sopapilla cheesecake. I did not know this until the other night. I’m here to report that it’s gooooood.

It’s “f*ck the diet” good.

That is all. If I get my hands on the recipe, I’ll share.

Don’t have the recipe from the wizard who made it the other night, but I did find this:

Sopapilla Cheesecake

An all-time favorite with a bit of a south-of-the-border flair.Ingredients; 2 cans crescent rolls 3 1/2 lb packages cream cheese 2 cups sugar (divide into 2 1-cup measurements) 1 stick butter (DO NOT USE MARGARINE) 2 tbsp. vanilla flavoring 4 tsp. ground cinnamon In a 9 x 11 bake-pan, layer one of the cans of crescent rolls to completely cover the bottom. Soften the cream cheese, and blend together with one cup of sugar and the 2 tbsp of vanilla. When the mixture is smooth in texture, pour the mixture over the crescent rolls. Cover with the second can of crescent rolls. Melt the butter, and slowly cover the upper layer of crescent rolls with it. Then sprinkle the remaining cup of sugar and the 4 tsp. of Cinnamon, you might want to use a little more or less, depending upon the individual. Bake at 350 degrees for about 25-35 minutes, until the upper layer looks flaky, but still soft. Allow to cool in the refrigerator for about 45 minutes or so, then enjoy and try to not think about the calories or fat content.

That looks like what I had. I’ll double check with Mrs. Right later.

Oil and Water

Mixing and unmixing on demand.

This is a big deal if it works out. Sure there’s a lot of R&D still to be done, but if we can use this process to cheaply refine crude from our oil sands and shale, then we have no further use for the middle east except perhaps to make some friends and some examples. Sorry if that sounds too bellicose. It’s late and I’ve been reading too much about Iran.

Quote of the Day

I’ve been doing a fair share of lurking this week, came across a theme in several blogs – that of religion + politics. Over at Innocent Bystanders, they discussed at some length whether the Republican party could get behind the nomination of a Mormon, Mitt Romney. (Kate O’Beirne has an interesting observation about that here.) The Anchoress is standing by her support for pro-choice Rudy Guiliani. And over at the NRO Corner, there’s a lot of commentary on Christian Republicans versus atheists and deists who have found their way to the same conservative conclusions. So is the Republican party the epitome of the “strange bedfellows” aphorism? Not really. It’s about liberty. It’s about that real, organic form of government that comes about as a result of free men and women cooperating voluntarily. Which is something I may write a whole other post about, but for now I’ll leave you with the words of a Republican From Another Time.

“The beauty of the very system we Republicans are pledged to restore and revitalize, the beauty of this Federal system of ours is in its reconciliation of diversity with unity. We must not see malice in honest differences of opinion, and no matter how great, so long as they are not inconsistent with the pledges we have given to each other in and through our Constitution. Our Republican cause is not to level out the world or make its people conform in computer regimented sameness. Our Republican cause is to free our people and light the way for liberty throughout the world.”

– Barry Goldwater

George Orwell on Blogging

Well, not really. But a lot of bloggers out there, yours truly especially, might do well to take a gander:

“Politics and the English Language”.

Excerpt:

“In our time it is broadly true that political writing is bad writing. Where it is not true, it will generally be found that the writer is some kind of rebel, expressing his private opinions and not a “party line.” Orthodoxy, of whatever color, seems to demand a lifeless, imitative style. The political dialects to be found in pamphlets, leading articles, manifestoes, White papers and the speeches of undersecretaries do, of course, vary from party to party, but they are all alike in that one almost never finds in them a fresh, vivid, homemade turn of speech. When one watches some tired hack on the platform mechanically repeating the familiar phrases — bestial atrocities, iron heel, bloodstained tyranny, free peoples of the world, stand shoulder to shoulder — one often has a curious feeling that one is not watching a live human being but some kind of dummy: a feeling which suddenly becomes stronger at moments when the light catches the speaker’s spectacles and turns them into blank discs which seem to have no eyes behind them. And this is not altogether fanciful. A speaker who uses that kind of phraseology has gone some distance toward turning himself into a machine. The appropriate noises are coming out of his larynx, but his brain is not involved as it would be if he were choosing his words for himself. If the speech he is making is one that he is accustomed to make over and over again, he may be almost unconscious of what he is saying, as one is when one utters the responses in church. And this reduced state of consciousness, if not indispensable, is at any rate favorable to political conformity.”

Best states for Business

According to Forbes.

Virginia at number one.

Texas pwns the other 48 states, coming in at second place.

But they rate Iowa as having the best quality of living? Seriously?

Someone needs to test Victor Hanson for ‘roids.

I’m just saying. The guy keeps hitting ’em out of the park. It’s not natural.

One trial I’m not looking foward to hearing about…

JonBenet Ramsey’s killer: John Mark Karr.

He was caught in Bangkok, Thailand today. They’re bringing him back to face hopefully some serious consequences. Is it just me or does this guy look creepy? And of course I’m not looking forward to JonBenet’s pageant pictures.

 

Eerie….

This from The American Thinker…ish.