my green-curry brings all the boys to the yard

Interesting interview on JJJ's awesome lefty news half-hour, Hack, today with Robert Pape, an academic type who's done significant research in Suicide Terrorism. Apparently he's researched every incidence of suicide bombing and come up with some themes that weaken the stereotype of the fundamentalist Islamic martyr suiciding out of religious fanaticism. His research shows that the common denominator is that suicide bombers are from countries that are occupied my democratic military forces, and that while these occupations are seen as a form of "Christian crusade", the bombings themselves are part of a long term, and frighteningly effective, guerilla warfare strategy to force the occupiers to reconsider their politically oil-scented 'invasion'. I was surprised to find that Sri Lanka's Tamil Tigers are the most prolific of suicide bombers and, according to this blog, "adhere to a Marxist/Leninist ideology".

If you're interested, I recommend doing a google search on Robert Pape.

In other news, I'm making myself few friends in my work place. The Miserable Cow overstepped the boundaries of common courtesy and professionalism today and had a tanty in front of our freshly baked new enrolling students today. (Cute! The Malaysians bow and smile shyly. When they call me Miss Katty, I want to meow). After she used words like "I fucking hate these cunts" and "why are they all so fucking stupid", I was coerced into doing my block at her in a not so private section of the office. I don't care how shit your life is, you just don't abuse the clientèle. The Manager was mortified, the Dean looked like he'd swallowed a bottle of Tabasco and I experienced the type of palpitations that kill puppies outright. Needless to say, she hid in the bathroom crying afterwards without explaining her actions to our colleagues who were not present when she was screaming racist-tinged obscenities and I was officially The Bad Guy. Fmeh. My Factor of Care is dangerously low but I can't help wonder if I just dropped a bucket of sugar in her fuel tank, I might feel a lot better.

Contravening my medical certificate, I dragged classroom tables around today and my calf is now throbbing like King Kong's wang. Commence the extra-special internet loving... now! (No, seriously).