Compassionate Head-Tilts

Tim Blair presents a gallery of morons.

"Noting his ancestry, young Peter checks for the presence of testicles."

The poor kid.

Otherwise -- during the recent island excursion, I happened to spend a few minutes in the atrium of Atlanta's Hartsfield International Airport. (Oh wait... it's now "Hartsfield-Race-Grifter-Maynard-Jackson International Airport". I almost forgot.) Sitting there, I observed a line of troops in desert camo, standing two-abreast in the outlet of a corridor into the atrium space. On a signal, they took up their gear and began to move out, in column. They made their way through the atrium, and the whole place -- perhaps three hundred people (it was early) -- stood up as one, rendering a thunderous ovation for the whole time that the troops were in sight.

Lamed by the spectacle, I couldn't move to get out my camera. I wish I had, though. It was terrific.