ROSCOE’S Weak-End Review

Snakes on planes!

Geez, Louise. The airlines sure are getting touchy these days. Just ’cuz she was ranting about Pakistan and Bush and al-Qaeda, Catherine Mayo, 59, gets manhandled by United Airlines. They divert the trans-Atlantic flight from the UK to Boston and search Mayo’s bag. So, what do they find? Nothing but a lousy screwdriver and matches and a few cigarette lighters.

So, what? Maybe she was afraid of an onboard power failure and was prepared to do a repair job in the dark. Who knows? But the manhandling got Mayo so upset that she urinated on the floor of the plane. Well, heck. Wouldn’t you? I mean, Karl Rove is still alive, you know.

Before anyone gets the wrong idea that we’re making fun of the mentally ill, let us hasten to point out that Ms. Mayo is probably not much nuttier than other garden-variety lefty moonbats. She’s actually a journalist—granted, a very anti-Bush, anti-American, anti-military journalist. But then, when it comes to our mainstream mediocracy, what's remarkable about that?

For a small sampling of her writings, check out Opinion Journal. It will tell you all you need to know.

Frogs on the march?

Remember all that fuss that the French were making about having a cease-fire in Lebanon on their terms? Which is to say, whatever was not U.S. terms. The peacekeeping force would have to be nonviolent—i.e., could use force only in self-defense, couldn’t disarm Hezbollah, etc. And it would have to be led by some credible power other than the United States. Like, oh, say—France.


Somehow the world community let them get away with it. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be any cease-fire agreement. (Which, as we’ve stated before, would suit us just fine.) So, OK, knock yourself out.

But, what’s this? Seems that now that they’ve gotten their way and thwarted the Yanks, the frogs are losing interest. Maybe they won’t even send those thousands of combat troops, after all. Maybe just a couple hundred technical advisers.

We would hardly blame you if you found that hard to believe. So, here’s a piece from the Washington Post and The Times of London to prove we’re not making this up. The Times piece is titled “Marche en arrière,” which means pretty much how it sounds—i.e., advance to the rear.

Speaking of moonbats

Trick question: Know what you get when you google “French military victories” on “I feel lucky”? Here’s what you get:


Thanks to the Outer Limits blog for this discovery.

Another trick question: Know what you get when you google the expletive “***hole” on “I feel lucky”? (You have to spell it out without the modesty-asterisks.) We’ll let you discover this incredible one on your own.

It’s not nearly as funny as the first one. Unless you’re Catherine Mayo. Or French.