People I Hate

No preamble today. Too tired.

Dana Priest

Priest, the hack "intelligence reporter" for The Washington Post, actually won a Pulitzer Prize for her story leaking - amongst other data - the infamous Terrorist Surveillance Program. You liberals like to refer to it The Domestic Spying Program, even though no one listens to (or cares about) your calls to your Gammy. As a result, murderous thugs like Osama bin Laden no longer attempt to phone contacts in the States, and countless American intelligence assets have been put at risk. Here's a paragraph from her winning entry:

"GST includes programs allowing the CIA to capture al Qaeda suspects with help from foreign intelligence services, to maintain secret prisons abroad, to use interrogation techniques that some lawyers say violate international treaties, and to maintain a fleet of aircraft to move detainees around the globe. Other compartments within GST give the CIA enhanced ability to mine international financial records and eavesdrop on suspects anywhere in the world."

Intelligence reporter? There's a contradiction in terms.

Philadelphia Municipal Court Judges

This is not a blanket condemnation, but it is pretty damned close. Everyone who is involved in the criminal justice system in this city is required to report to court by 9am. That includes police officers, witnesses, defendants, and jurors. Judges, however, are obviously able to make their own schedules. Today I had court at 9am, and by 9:30, the room was completely filled. Still no judge. At 10am, some of the attorneys asked when the judge would grace us with his presence. The court clerk said he didn't know. At 10:35AM, this knucklehead finally shows his face, after making 100 people wait in a hot, clustered room for an hour and a half. Unbelievable.

Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes

Yeah, who didn't see this one coming? The Scientologists (Heh, I just can't stop giggling when I mention that fraud "religion") decided that Katie would be silent during childbirth. I wonder how that worked out for her? The new arrival came without a hitch - except for the fact that its parents' are psychopaths - and the vapid entertainment world held their breaths waiting for the spawn's name. Tom and Katie decided on "Suri."

Suri.

Jesus. From now on, I propose that any parent choosing such a ridiculous name be taken to the town square and beaten with book of (real) baby names.