Hat tip to Andrew Sullivan.
Also from Sullivan, an Iranian woman:
Ahmadinejad called the opposition as a bunch of insignificant dirt who try to make the taste of victory bitter to the nation. He also called the western leaders as a bunch of ‘filthy homosexuals’. All these disgusting remarks was today answered by that largest demonstration ever. Older people compared the demonstration of today with the Ashura Demonstration of 1979 which marks the downfall of the Shah regime and even said that it outnumbered that event. The militia burnt a house themselves to find the excuse to commit violence. People neutralized their tactic to a large degree by their solidarity, their wisdom and their denial to enage in any violent act.
If you’re even mildly interested in the happenings in Iran and you haven’t checked out Sullivan, you need to.
His coverage of the situation far surpasses what we’re getting from the MSM.
Iguazu Falls, Argentina
Dexter, Brownie, and Robie frolicking.
It’s fall near my Indiana home.
Thanks to Keith Thompson for the pic.
A February 1974 picture of Alexander Solzhenitsyn seen in Cologne after his expulsion from Russia. Solzhenitsyn, who shone a light on the inhuman world of the Soviet gulags, has died at his Moscow home aged 89.
My favorite Solzhenitsyn quote?
In our country, the lie has become not just a moral category but a pillar of the State.
We don’t live in the Soviet Union, and though we have a terrible government, it’s certainly no where near as bad as Soviet rule. But still, his words resonate in the US in 2008.
Two unidentified Afghan Women chat with each other a few minutes before they were executed by Taliban in Ghazni province, Afghanistan, on late Saturday, July 12, 2008. Taliban fighters told Associated Press Television News that the two were executed for allegedly running a prostitution ring catering to U.S. soldiers and other foreign contractors at a U.S. base in Ghazni city.
From the Independent:
A fighting bull jumps over two fallen revellers at the Mercaderes curve.
I’ve always had a strange desire to see the running of the bulls in Pamplona. Maybe I read too much Hemmingway at one point in my life?
Regardless, this is a great piece of photography.