Very, Very Early Sunday Syllables

Since I'll be in transit and in nostalgia mode mañana, thought I'd share today.

Uh-Oh. Heads up, my Venezuelan friends, guess who's coming to train your police? You guessed it. I'd hazard to say the Miranda type rights are not on the agenda. According to this Herald report, members of the Cuban police are going to Venezuela to help set up their "community policing." I say, a CDR by any other name smells as rank. Here's another Chavez news item. He says Cuba can join OPEC because they're going to produce oil someday, somehow, maybe. There was an even better story, but I lost it somewhere.

Uh-Huh. In this article from the CNA, the good news is that assimilation is alive and well. Leading the getting to be American quickly charge? Cubans and Filipinos. Lagging behind: Mexicans. Face it- the cultural elite don't like us because we're just too bourgeois.

Tsk, Tsk. Chuck Colson, one of the few figures to rise phoenix-like from the ashes of Watergate, writes a piece condemning the junta in Myanmar not only for its refusal to allow in humanitarian aid after the devastation of the recent cyclone, but also for its "ethnic cleansing of Christian minority groups."

Huh? First it was the seed museum; now we have a feature on the museum devoted to the male members of species. Seems there's an Icelandic Phallological Museum. The only specimen missing is Homo Sapiens. Not to worry, there's a description of "Elmo." By the way, what's with the nicknames?