After a full week of silence, I am going to try to pick up where I left off. The past ten days have been literally the busiest of my entire working life, and then on Wednesday I got the flu, which I’m still trying to shake. A lot has happened over the past few days, even a war, if I heard it right. Commentary to follow.

I haven’t been able to post for days, and that’s not going to change, even after we go to war tonight. Give me another two days, okay?

At first I thought this story was a joke, but after reading it through to the end I don’t know what to think. As we prepare for war, it really seems as though the world has gone utterly mad.

I have been off the Web for nearly three days, so this is probably all over the place by now. In case you missed it, a very smart satirist has taken actual illustrations from the site of the brilliantly conceived Office of Homeland Security and written wickedly irreverent captions for them. I found them here , thanks to Mark Kleiman.

Catatonia. Only 7 hours ago, at around 1 A.M., I was standing in the huge ballroom of a hotel where vendors are busy constructing a custom-made stage for today’s event. Almost no sleep. I promised I’d do a number of things yesterday and today, reply to letters, write about something, finish this, work on that, and it’s all been superceded by The Big Project, which starts at 11:30 this morning. It’s literally the biggest thing I’ve ever worked on, and executives from around the world flew in last night for the rehearsal.

I’ll be there at least until 9 P.M. tonight, so no blogging until tomorrow. Now I’ve got to try and wake up and head back to the hotel.

If you’re among the unfortunate 15,000 or so wrong-doers put to death each year in China, you’ll be pleased to know that those messy shots to the head may soon be a thing of the past, soon to be replaced by up-to-the-minute deathmobiles.

According to this article, the bullet’s out, killer vans are in:

The execution vans are converted 24-seater buses. The windowless execution chamber at the back contains a metal bed on which the prisoner is strapped down. A police officer presses a button and an automatic syringe plunges a lethal drug into the prisoner’s vein. The execution can be watched on a video monitor next to the driver’s seat and be recorded if required.

The times, they are a changin’. This is courtesy of Tim Blair.
[Edited 3/14/2003 8:07 P.M. CST]

Bad link below has been corrected. Thanks for telling me.

Wrenching piece by Dan Gillmor on fear and loathing in the Texas justice system. How can we be so blatantly inhumane, this great land of liberty and justice?
[UPDATE: Go here for more on the inanity of the Texas capital punishment machine, which through some design flaw apparently has no “Off” button.]

….he can be the best. Extremely thought-provoking and disturbing musings on the fate of the earth now that crummy little rogue states that are totally broke (like, say, Iraq or North Korea) can acquire or make nuclear weapons fairly easily and wreak havoc on unprecedented scales.

Just a sample:

Europeans simply don’t believe that we’re living in a radically more dangerous and unstable world. Or they think that mild measures can temporarily solve the problem — like porous and largely inneffective inspection regimes in Iraq. So we are at a deadlock. And if we cannot get consensus on Iraq — with umpteen U.N. resolutions and the precedent of a previous unprovoked war — what hope is there of getting consensus if Iran’s mullahs go nuclear? Or North Korea’s nut-case gets several nukes? Or someone else out there we have yet to hear from decides to go to heaven via a suitcase nuke in L.A.?

A DISMAL THOUGHT: I’m left with the conclusion that we will only get such a consensus in favor of pre-emption after the destruction of a major Western city, or a chemical or biological catastrophe.

I guess you can’t get much grimmer than that. It’s especially interesting for its brooding, almost reticent tone, as though he’s resigned himself to the fact that his drum-beating failed to move earth and heaven. Let’s see how long it lasts….

Check out Josh Marshall’s interesting piece on Richard Perle’s abuse of the T-word.