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When free markets aren’t

“Every time there’s a shortage or a little bit of a price spike, it’s always collusion or conspiracy or something,” Mr. [Ken] Lay [of Enron] said in the interview, which…

“Every time there’s a shortage or a little bit of a price spike, it’s always collusion or conspiracy or something,” Mr. [Ken] Lay [of Enron] said in the interview, which was also taped for ” Frontline” on PBS. “I mean, it always makes people feel better that way.”

True. We’re far too fond of conspiracies.

Unfortunately, sometimes conspiracy theories are true.

(Via Blather)

Monkey see, monkey do

Katherine was eating breakfast yesterday, an array of strawberries, yogurt, and loose Cheerios. So I sat down at the table with her with a bowl of Cheerios and milk, sprinkled…

Katherine was eating breakfast yesterday, an array of strawberries, yogurt, and loose Cheerios.

So I sat down at the table with her with a bowl of Cheerios and milk, sprinkled some sugar on them, and dug in.

At which point Katherine decided that only Cheerios in a bowl, with milk, would do for her.

Said bowl is provided to her.

Dave, done with his Cheerios, slurps some milk from his bowl.

Margie warns, “That’s probably not the behavior you want to model.”

Dave rolls his eyes, totters over to the sink and slurps his milk there, out of her sight.

Katherine finishes her Cheerios. Lifts bowl. Slurps.

Sigh.

Stay away from Star Wars, or the Terrorists Win!

A major outplacement firm predicts that folks playing hookey to see Episode II: Attack of the Clones will cost the American economy $319 million. And I’ll be right out there,…

A major outplacement firm predicts that folks playing hookey to see Episode II: Attack of the Clones will cost the American economy $319 million.

And I’ll be right out there, doing my part …

(Via Doyce)

Terror strikes home

So as I was falling ill, I heard about some yo-yo leaving pipe bombs in mail boxes, off in the “far” Mid-West, Iowa and all that. This afternoon. Ding-dong. It’s…

So as I was falling ill, I heard about some yo-yo leaving pipe bombs in mail boxes, off in the “far” Mid-West, Iowa and all that.

This afternoon.

Ding-dong.

It’s the mailman. He has my mail. He wants to pick up my outgoing mail. He is not opening my mailbox.

Another pipe bomb was found in a mailbox down in Salida, about 100 miles southwest of here. Another one was found in Pueblo, possibly not related, but that doesn’t make it any less lethal.

I don’t know whether to be angry, scared, or intensely annoyed. Probably I should be all three …

“I’m not dead yet …”

Well, the violent expulsion of things I’d eaten for the past week or two died out sometime Sunday (after a veeeeerrry long Sunday night), but I’ve been achy/feverish/just-full-o’-malaise since then….

Well, the violent expulsion of things I’d eaten for the past week or two died out sometime Sunday (after a veeeeerrry long Sunday night), but I’ve been achy/feverish/just-full-o’-malaise since then. Obviously I’m feeling a bit better, since I’m blogging …

Extra-super-mondo-kudos to Margie, who was already kind of frazzled going into the weekend, and got very little rest during it, due to someone’s rather inconvenient illness. She’s the greatest, without a doubt, and I owe her big time, both for what she did for me and for what she had to handle solo (e.g., discovering Monday morning that Kitten had cleverly stripped naked during the night in her bedroom and then and then done what provides the reason for putting diapers on babies all over the the place. *Sigh*)

Not much else to talk about ’round here. Margie potted a bunch of flowers we picked up at the church plant sale. We’ve actually given up the little redwood planters on the back rail that have the mystical power to suck water out of the soil and the plants contained therein, and gone with tasteful plastic terra-cotta colored planters with little water reservoirs which will not doubt have some similar problem with them.

We’re refinancing our mortgage, given the historically low rates, etc., and the appraiser is coming by this afternoon. Which means I have to get off my butt and do at least a modicum of tidying. Not that it should affect the appraisal, but it will affect my embarrassment level. Also there’s the loan packet to finish, which I’ll try to do a bit of today.

Not expecting much else bloggy today, but who knows?

What goes around …

Know how I mentioned that Katherine was, earlier last week, sick and vomitous and all those other ill things. That was me, starting last night. Later ……

Know how I mentioned that Katherine was, earlier last week, sick and vomitous and all those other ill things.

That was me, starting last night.

Later …

Lazy, snoozy day

Well, we were up pretty late last night (at least by our middle-aged standards), so this has been a pretty tired day. Margie had Kitten Kustody this morning, though it…

Well, we were up pretty late last night (at least by our middle-aged standards), so this has been a pretty tired day.

Margie had Kitten Kustody this morning, though it was a truncated sleep-in for me. Veena, one of our deacons, was getting ordained this morning, so we had to get up in time to get showered and dressed and their.

A wonderful ceremony. We were at Rev. Bonnie’s ordination, too. It sends chills down your back, even as it lifts up the spirit. There’s centuries of tradition there, of service and inspiration and dedication to God. Really neat. I’m glad we were there.

You can chalk up another minor sin to those in the Catholic Church who committed not only abuse, but those who worked so hard to cover it up. As I was listening to the words of the vows Veena spoke, I couldn’t help but compare them to the actions of those others. And since I suspect that Catholic priestly vows are not all that different from those of the Episcopal Church, it just makes you wonder how such things could have happened …

And on a related note, on this date, in 1969, I received my First Communion, at St. Joseph’s in Pomona, California. I had a St. Christopher medallion for many years that I received that day, with the date on the back … “5-4-69” … and so it was branded indelably in my mind.

After that, it was Errand of Mercy time, as I went over to see if I could help Doyce with his sprinker problem. We removed the bad parts, got the right parts, but couldn’t get things to be leak-free. But we could do enough so that they could run their sprinkers for the first time in weeks, so it will hold them until the Sprinker People can arrive …

A while later, Jackie came by with the video tapes I’d forgotten to bring home, and, snuck into them, a nice thank-you gift. Which was just plain silly, since I didn’t do anything, so we’ll have to think of something even nicer for them …

A Friday Five rerun

Friday Five is on hiatus this week (they’re changing hosts — hopefully they don’t have their domain registered through Verisign). So here are my fresh answers to the original Friday…

Friday Five is on hiatus this week (they’re changing hosts — hopefully they don’t have their domain registered through Verisign). So here are my fresh answers to the original Friday Five, written all the way back last 21 September.

1. Where were you born (city or state or just country)?

I was born at the Stanford Medical Center in Palo Alto, Calif. That happens to be where my brother-in-law was born a year-and-a-half later. More remarkably, Margie and my brother were both born within a week of each other at another nearby hospital (though neither mother knew of the future connection, or of each other for that matter).

2. What is your favorite number?

Between 1 and 10? 4. Unlimited selection? 47.

3. Vanilla or chocolate?

A strong, beany, rich vanilla. Oh, yeah, baby.

4. What section of a bookstore would I find you in?

Look in the sf/fantasy section. Then in the mysteries.

Of course, 90% of my bookstore time these days is actually on Amazon.com …

5. What kind of mattress do you have on your bed? soft? firm? water?

Firm and king-sized, courtesy of Denver Mattress Co.

[Unofficial] 6. What are you doing this weekend?

Friday: Financial Frolics, Oriental Adventures.

Saturday: Sleeping Soundly, Ordination Attendance, Finanicial Frolics Part Dieux

Sunday: Off to church, off to brunch, then who knows what?

Did somebody say Verisign?

Why, yes, I do think someone mentioned Verisign. Doyce of course mentioned Verisign, but even his mention of Verisign seems designed to point a reader (or Google) to a Verisign…

Why, yes, I do think someone mentioned Verisign. Doyce of course mentioned Verisign, but even his mention of Verisign seems designed to point a reader (or Google) to a Verisign location which is not, in fact, Verisign, since it has some rather uncomplementary things to say about Verisign, which you probably won’t find on the Verisign site, but which is worth reading about Verisign anyway, especially if it takes Google searchers who are innocently looking for Verisign to go to this post about Verisign, which might serious make someone reconsider looking to Verisign to perform the sorts of domain name registry that Verisign claims it does better than anyone else, but which Verisign is unable to do in any sort of fashion that would be considered competent or diligent to anyone but Verisign.

Jerks.

The real war crime

The Palestinians militants are doing it, right now. And nobody is saying anything about it, except to somehow mysteriously (but not unexpectedly) blame the Israelis. And you know what? It…

The Palestinians militants are doing it, right now. And nobody is saying anything about it, except to somehow mysteriously (but not unexpectedly) blame the Israelis.

And you know what? It didn’t even occur to me until I read this.

Shame on me.

Blood on their hands

An animal science professor has put forward a convincing case that a vegetarian diet kills animals, too. Nobody’s hands are free from the blood of other animals, not even vegetarians,…

An animal science professor has put forward a convincing case that a vegetarian diet kills animals, too.

Nobody’s hands are free from the blood of other animals, not even vegetarians, he concluded. Millions of animals are killed every year, Davis says, to prepare land for growing crops, “like corn, soybean, wheat and barley, the staples of a vegan diet.”
The animals in this case are mice and moles and rabbits and other creatures that are run over by tractors, or lose their habitat to make way for farming, so they are not as “visible” as cattle, he says.
And that, Davis says, gives rise to a fundamental question: “What is it that makes it OK to kill animals of the field so that we can eat [vegetables or fruits] but not pigs or chickens or cows?”

An interesting question.

Mea culpa

When I was in elementary school, I … … was guilty of felonious assault, since when I was seven, I believe I, too, poked a kid with a pencil and…

When I was in elementary school, I …

… was guilty of felonious assault, since when I was seven, I believe I, too, poked a kid with a pencil and broke skin. I certainly should have been arrested and expelled, too.

… angrily drew doodles of teachers with arrows through their heads, obviously a death threat. Such terrorist threats ought to have led to my suspension, too.

… played Cops and Robbers, shooting other kids with my finger. I, too, ought to have been suspended for such a violent and disruptive game.

I’m ready for my punishment now. Come and get me, you bastards.

I only wish I’d had the balls in high school to answer a stupid essay question with an essay that pointed out that it was a stupid essay question. Even if that provoked an even more stupid reaction from the school administration.

Except that, mercifully, I never had such stupid questions on my essay exams. And I wouldn’t have had the balls, anyway, even though I was such a violent, disruptive, threatening, terroristic, felon in elementary school.

(Via OpinionJournal)

We get searches …

Some of the searches from my Referrer logs today. Which only goes to prove that if you take all the words here and shake well, you can find the most…

Some of the searches from my Referrer logs today. Which only goes to prove that if you take all the words here and shake well, you can find the most amazing combinations … and, apparently, can put out intriguing enough descriptions to get folks to click through to here.

  • getting out of jury duty (I got this twice, some hours apart. I expect some measure of disappointment that this is something I have blogged against.)

  • hunt the boing, pentagon (That’s “Boeing,” folks.)

  • +pushy +ex-in-laws (No. Mercifully.)

  • breading a dog (I certainly hope they meant “breeding” …)

  • Karma

    I’m looking for some sort “karma” mechanism, a la GreyMatter or a number of bulletin board systems. Something that folks could click on next to my posts and give some…

    I’m looking for some sort “karma” mechanism, a la GreyMatter or a number of bulletin board systems. Something that folks could click on next to my posts and give some quickie binary feedback, like/dislike.

    It would let you let me know where something floated your boat a bit more easily, more anonymously, and less intimidatingly than actually filing a comment. (Though you can always comment. I don’t bite. Hard.)

    Anyone have something they can point me at? I’d prefer it be something that I wouldn’t have to change to a .PHP extension on my files.

    Thanks.

    Well, damn

    Just when I think I’m on a roll on my Middle East screeds, James Lileks comes along and blows me out of the water, quality-of-writing-wise. All based on a politely…

    Just when I think I’m on a roll on my Middle East screeds, James Lileks comes along and blows me out of the water, quality-of-writing-wise. All based on a politely expressed, but ultimately inane analogy between Sharon and Hitler.

    Read it. If you agree with me, you’ll enjoy it. If you disagree with me — well, maybe you won’t by the time you get down to the picture. Read it. Really. In return, I won’t talk any more about the Middle East until at least tomorrow. Promise.

    Space Ghost

    I have many fond memories of Hanna-Barbera action cartoons, a phase the company went through between the early successes of limited animation (Quickdraw McGraw, Huckleberry Hound, the Flintstones) and the…

    Space Ghost!

    I have many fond memories of Hanna-Barbera action cartoons, a phase the company went through between the early successes of limited animation (Quickdraw McGraw, Huckleberry Hound, the Flintstones) and the later, sadder days when anything that smacked of violence or adventure was considered far too evil for impressionable youths.

    It was the days of Jonny Quest. Of The Herculoids. And, in 1966, of Space Ghost.

    I loved Space Ghost. He was great. His voice, done by the inimitable Gary Owens, was heroic. His costume design, by Alex Toth, was classic and still looks great today — mostly white, with the black cowl and nebulous yellow cape. No boots — that made it look cool, different, sleek and etherial.

    The music — an eerie wail, and then the HB jazzy brass mixed with spooky electronic sounds. Great stuff.

    And the power bands. I loved SG’s power bands. No one, single, easily-defeatable power for him. Dozens of rays, dozens of special effects, deus ex machina and the perfect gimmick. I used to run around pushing imaginary buttons on my wrist to make energy beams of all sorts shoot out. SG could do anything.

    The Phantom Cruiser (from a comic book)

    And his ship, the Phantom Cruiser. Way, way, way cool, sleek and sinister.

    The shows were 8 minute episodes, barely long enough for the Sinister Villain to capture SG and/or his sidekicks, Jan and Jace and Blip, and then for a thrilling rescue/escape that spelled doom for the villain’s plans (and, often, the villain).

    We’re not talking Homer (the poet) here. Or maybe we are — there was something archetypically simple and straightforward and powerful about those stories. At least for a five-year-old. Today they seem really hokey … but it’d difficult to disentangle my current adult sophistication from the little kid who was awed and amazed.

    It all went downhill from there. First HB was forced out of the “serious” super-hero biz by the same folks who snipped and clipped Roadrunner cartoons for excess violence. SG came back in the early 80s, but it was only a pale specter of himself — the Phantom Cruiser, for example, had taken on the same blocky, chunky lines of the cars of that period (K-Car, anyone?).

    And then, of course, the 90s and 00s have brought “Space Ghost Coast-to-Coast,” a late-night comedic “talk show.” Imagine doing the same with a Franklin Roosevelt look-alike, or a John Kennedy double, or an animated Abraham Lincoln. That’s how much it grates on my nerves every time I see it.

    Because, you see, Space Ghost was my hero. He fought hard, he protected the innocent, he defeated the evil. He didn’t give up. He didn’t shrink back from danger. He took his duties seriously. He used brains, brawn, and super-science to take down those who would hurt or enslave others. Even though the producers of SGC2C have loads of yucks poking fun at that simplistic earnestness, it really meant something to me in those days.

    Space Ghost was my hero. In some ways, he still is.

    Lines in the dust

    I heard an NPR article this morning about insurance companies in California which, as required by law, have released whatever documentation they have about how their companies were involved in…

    I heard an NPR article this morning about insurance companies in California which, as required by law, have released whatever documentation they have about how their companies were involved in slavery in the 19th Century and earlier. California was not a slave state, but the foul practice touched even there.

    What irked me (yes, this is going to be another “irked” post, as so many in this Category are) was that this was being portrayed as still more ammunition to be used in the growing reparations movement, which seeks to derive from any companies any of the profits that they (or, in 99% of the cases, their corpororate predecessors, acquisitions, or merger partners) made from slavery during the dark years when it was legal in this country.

    I’ve ranted on this one before, and since I was kind of rantful yesterday, I won’t belabor this. But a few items of note.

    The records released had to do with life insurance policies taken out by slave owners on their slaves. This is being seen as a particularly heinous crime (cynically, I might observe that it is simply a well-documented instance of the slave trade, since insurance companies are notorious about keeping paperwork for eons), since it is supposed to represent how the suffering and death of slaves profited the slave holders and, of course, insurance companies.

    (Insurance companies did not, of course, profit from slave deaths, nor even from their suffering. Indeed, they lost money when slaves died. The only made money by charging enough in premiums for those who lived to make up that difference. I can imagine insurance companies raising rates for particularly brutal slave holders, just as they might on car owners who have records of lots of accidents. But that just muddies the issue, doesn’t it?)

    The problem here is not only that the practice was legal at the time, but that it effectively goes on today. Not slavery, but companies insuring their workers without the workers knowing about it or benefiting from the policies.

    So what, then, were the crimes these insurance companies are liable to pay for? Doing something that is currently still legal and accepted for people who were doing something legal.

    Bite my tongue for uttering these words, but, in this case at least, I really don’t see how the insurance companies did anything wrong.

    And if what they did was actionable in court, then there isn’t a business in America that didn’t have at least as much involvement in the slave trade. Slavery was part of life. When will the tool manufacturers, the shipyards, the road builders, the guys who forged the chains or made the guns that were used to guard slaves, when will those groups be sued.

    And all those people, and all those institutions, and all those companies, all paid taxes.

    As I’ve said before, this country was built on slavery. It permeated our institutions and our society. If we’re going to get into the reparations game, it’s society as a whole that should be paying (never mind that it will, indirectly and unevenly, if individual corporations are forced to pay out on these suits).

    Next, in an unexpected twist, some of the records released related to Chinese laborers who were shipped from China to Panama, and thence to California, where, as indentured labor, they helped build the railroad system (and other body-breaking work) in the state and beyond. “Coolies,” they were called.

    Indentured labor is basically self-slavery with time limits. In most cases, it was a matter of “You provide me passage from A to B, and I’ll be your slave until X.” There were variations on the theme, but that was basically it.

    The ongoing debate that’s arisen over these records is — are the descendents of Coolie laborers entitled to compensation? From the state, the railroads, the railroads’ passengers, or, for that matter, the insurance companies?

    How wide do we open up this cash cow?

    For that matter, indentured servitude was a common practice in the 18th Century and earlier, back east. Many white people came to the States as indentured servants, subject to treatment and abuse just as bad (and just as legal) as slaves. Do they get a slice of this pie?

    When, might I add, will women get to sue insurance companies for unequal treatment in policies? When will Jews as a class get to sue companies that discriminated against hiring or promoting them? Ditto for other groups that are today protected from discrimination (and rightfully so, I’ll add)? When will the Okies file a class action suit against California agri-business interests for how migrant workers were treated in the 20s?

    Go and tour Europe — be it Britain or Italy or Greece. Tour Asia. Visit the Great Wall. Tour Egypt, and look at the Pyramids.

    When will the descendents of the slaves, indentured servants, or serfs that built those monuments, those roads, those castles and forts and walls and other public works, when will they get to file suit. And against whom?

    I’ll add one more bit, and then drop this for the nonce. One of the pro-reparations folks who was touting the release of these records noted that this would somehow put lie to the idea that we’re in a color-blind society. “We’re not.”

    And how, exactly, is suing insurance companies for what was done in the 19th Century (and earlier) going to promote such an ideal? Or is that even the goal any more.

    We have certainly not yet reached the target of a society where men are judged, “not by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character,” and more’s the pity. But we’ve made strides that, half a century ago, would not only have been inconceivable, but which, had they been conceived, would have been roundly denounced by the majority. Race — and ethnic, and religious, and gender, and etc. — bias still exists in this country. But we’ve made tremendous strides toward legally, as well as socially, pushing it out to the margins, to making it unacceptable.

    It’s not clear at all to me that the reparations movement does anything to further that cause.

    It’s not clear at all to me that those behind the reparations movement are even all that interested in that cause any more.

    And that, friends, is a real crime.

    Belaboring the obvious

    I was listening on NPR to an interview with an Arab scholar, just back from Lebanon, reporting that, oh no, Arab kids are boycotting KFCs. Anyway, the interviewer pressed the…

    I was listening on NPR to an interview with an Arab scholar, just back from Lebanon, reporting that, oh no, Arab kids are boycotting KFCs.

    Anyway, the interviewer pressed the scholar (very lightly) on the question of suicide bombers whether he thought they were morally justified. The interviewee countered that “suicide bomber” was the wrong term, that the preferred term on the street was “martyrdom operative” (which sounds like something the Kremlin would have newspeaked back in the day).

    He then justified such operatives by noting that Israel has a huge army, and is backed militarily by the most powerful country on Earth, the US. The Palestinians, he noted, have no choice but to strap on bombs …

    Missing the point altogether, once again.

    If you are fighting against the Israeli military, then you target the military. Blow yourself up at checkpoints. Seduce Israeli soldiers, then slit their throats. Snipe at IDF folks. That’s what war is supposed to be about. Sure, maybe that’s a Western concept, but that’s what you keep trying to smear Israel about.

    If your battle is with the Israeli government, then target government officials, government installations, government property.

    If you target the average, random Israeli citizen, sitting down to Seder dinner at a resort or going out for pizza or getting married or shopping at the market — then you are declaring total war, red in tooth and nail, against the Israeli people as a whole.

    And if you do that, do not dare come back and whine about anything the IDF does to you, especially as you hide amidst other Palestinian civilians. Because you declared this battle. You set the stakes. You decided that taking out soldiers, or police, or Knesset members or whatever was too difficult, too slow, too unterrifying. You decided that all Israelis were your enemies. Don’t cry when they decide the reverse is true.

    And consider this, before you do such a thing.

    When a Palestinian child is killed, or a Palestinian woman is injured, or even a Palestinian elder is buried in a bulldozed building, how do you, the Palestinians react. Do you flee in terror? Do you concede to Israeli demands? Do you decide that the price is too high, and you’ve no choice but to give up?

    No. You fight all the harder, all the more brutally, all the more vengefully. You swear you will never give up. You swear you’ll someday win, even if all those dirty bastards have to die.

    Now. What makes you think that the average Israeli is going to react any differently when an Israeli child is shot, an Israeli woman is injured, an Israeli elder is blown to bits? Certainly the record of Israel in general, and folks like Sharon and Netanyahu in particular, don’t lend themselves to the proposition that the Israelis are meek little lambs. And if they are the murderous sorts you keep hearing that they are, they certainly aren’t going to be intimidated by a few bombings.

    And while you ponder that, consider this. If terror campaigns won’t work against the Israelis — since they won’t work against you, after all, and the Israelis are a hell of a lot better armed — then who is orchestrating such campaigns? Who’s trying to convince you that this is a great idea? Who’s providing funding for bombs, for your families after you become a “martyrdom operative”?

    The Saudis. The Iraqis. The Iranians. The Syrians.

    Odd that they don’t join the armed struggle. Odd that they aren’t willing to die for the cause, like you and your children. Odd that they don’t pay to improve your homes, your businesses, your lives, your health care. Odd that they don’t welcome any of you into their countries, except as cheap migrant labor, to be thrown back out whenever they see fit.

    Now. Why do you suppose, then, that they’re so willing to pay to see you die, when they know it won’t do a damned bit of good?

    What’s their motive?

    Doyce made me do it

    After passing up several references elsewhere, Doyce finally got me to read The 213 Things Skippy is No Longer Allowed to Do in the US Army. My Top 5 ……

    After passing up several references elsewhere, Doyce finally got me to read The 213 Things Skippy is No Longer Allowed to Do in the US Army.

    My Top 5 … well, 11:

    33. Not allowed to chew gum at formation, unless I brought enough for everybody.
    34. (Next day) Not allowed to chew gum at formation even if I *did* bring enough for everybody.
    55. An order to ‘Put Kiwi on my boots’ does *not* involve fruit.
    58. The following words and phrases may not be used in a cadence- Budding sexuality, necrophilia, I hate everyone in this formation and wish they were dead, sexual lubrication, black earth mother, all Marines are latent homosexuals, Tantric yoga, Gotterdammerung, Korean hooker, Eskimo Nell, we’ve all got jackboots now, slut puppy, or any references to squid.
    87. If the thought of something makes me giggle for longer than 15 seconds, I am to assume that I am not allowed to do it.
    101. I am not allowed to mount a bayonet on a crew-served weapon.
    111. I am not qualified to operate any US, German, Polish, or Russian Armored vehicles.
    118. Burn pits for classified material are not revel fires – therefore it is wrong to dance naked around them.
    152. The following items do not exist: Keys to the Drop Zone, A box of grid squares, blinker fluid, winter air for tires, canopy lights, or Chem-Light ® batteries.
    173. I am not allowed to create new levels of security clearance.
    191. Our Humvees cannot be assembled into a giant battle-robot.

    Who says Stripes was fiction?

    The Massacre that Roared

    The new official Palestinian count of the dead in Jenin? Fifty-six, down from the 500 or so that were earlier claimed. Perhaps that’s one reason why the UN is backing…

    The new official Palestinian count of the dead in Jenin? Fifty-six, down from the 500 or so that were earlier claimed. Perhaps that’s one reason why the UN is backing off sending a fact-finding mission there.

    In fact, the official Palestinian party line is no longer that there was a massacre, but that it was actually a great Palestinian victory (as demonstrated, no doubt, by the low body count):

    He no longer used the ubiquitous Palestinian charge of “massacre” and instead portrayed the battle as a “victory” for Palestinians in resisting Israeli forces. “Here the Israelis, who tried to break the Palestinian willpower, have been taught a lesson,” Mr. Kadoura said.
    He insisted that Israel had tried but failed, thanks to the heavy fighting, to destroy the entire warren of homes in the camp that had housed 11,000 people.

    So all those claims about how unfair it was that the Israelis were using tanks and helicopters are now null and void, since the dedication of the doughty Palestinian fighters easily drove them off after they’d only detroyed a miniscule portion of one corner of the “camp.”

    As to the injured, the official Palestinian count is 233, mostly men, and including those who have been injured triggering PA booby-traps since the fighting.

    (Via Slobokan)