its about freaking time

reliable sources ranging from cbs to al-jazeera have proclaimed it: yasser arafat is dead. while i'm glad that he's gone, i'm a little disappointed at his timing. kevin over at wizbang was offering $25 to whoever guessed closest to when the official announcement of his death would come. hoping for a true day of thanksgiving, i guessed he would hang onto life until november 25 at 0700 GMT. at that point, we would all have great reason to celebrate, and while jumping up and down shouting "allahu akbar!" (wait, that's their line...)--or maybe just jumping up and down--we would either a) burn off all the calories from thanksgiving dinner or b) upset our stomach and puke up all the calories from thanksgiving dinner. i think "b" would be the most fitting tribute to the life of arafat.

my eulogy: "the world is better off without you, mr. arafat. good riddance to a bad waste of oxygen. amen."