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Horrors that should never be spoken of . . .

I noted some hopeful signs last spring, but now even the Rocky seems to think the six-year drought in Colorado (and much of the West) is ending. Knock wood.

Not that that will make much difference in the endless fighting and skullduggery over water around here, as the Denver Post points out in an article vital to the future of the world, I bet.

Is that enough bogus seriousness?

I missed this when it happened, but it's too wonderful not to mention: Holocaust denier David Irving has finally landed in jail for, believe it or not, Holocaust denial:

VIENNA, Austria [as opposed to Vienna, Sausage or Vienna, Illinois (pronounced "VIE-Enna")] -- Right-wing British historian David Irving, who once famously said that Adolf Hitler knew nothing about the systematic slaughter of 6 million Jews, has been arrested in Austria on a warrant accusing him of denying the Holocaust.

Irving, 67 [man, he looks a hell of a lot uglier than 67], was detained Nov. 11 in the southern province of Styria on a warrant issued in 1989 under Austrian laws making Holocaust denial a crime, police Maj. Rudolf Gollia, a spokesman for the Interior Ministry, said Thursday.

Austrian media said the charges stemmed from speeches Irving delivered that year in Vienna and in the southern town of Leoben.

In a statement posted on his Web site, Irving's supporters said he was arrested while on a one-day visit to Vienna, where they said he had been invited "by courageous students to address an ancient university association."

Despite precautions taken by Irving, he was arrested by police who allegedly learned of his visit "by wiretaps or intercepting e-mails," the statement alleged. It said that en route to Austria, Irving had privately visited German playwright Rolf Hochhuth, a friend he had not seen in 20 years.

Hochhuth has gained notoriety for plays criticizing the Allies' bombing campaigns during World War II as war crimes and characterizing Winston Churchill as a war criminal. Earlier this year, Hochhuth was criticized for defending Irving as "an honorable man" and insisting he was not a Holocaust denier.

The Drunkablog is a believer in the "spot the idiot" theory of free speech (last line of the first item), and so doesn't support proscribing any speech no matter how moronic, except direct incitements to violence, but if the Austrians feel the need to silence neo-Nazis, they couldn't have nabbed a more deserving little jew-baiter.

No more cowtown: "Denver will host the largest gathering of Nobel Peace Prize winners ever held in the U.S. next September when a dozen laureates, including the Dalai Lama and Archbishop Desmond Tutu, gather to guide 3,000 teenagers on how they can advocate peace, Mayor John Hickenlooper [the Rocky calls him "Hick"] announced today."

Not 13, not 11, but an even dozen (well, 12-and-a-half if Jimmy shows up). Stick that in your stockyard and smoke it, Omaha!

And just because I love it so, here's the unjustly unfamous picture of Jimmy fending off the killer rabbit:

No more cowtown II: The Rolling Stones are coming to Denver!

Are the Stones still "The World's Greatest Rock Band" as they were the last time the Drunkablog checked (c. 1974)?

A few years back a bunch of (mostly big-time) bloggers were putting up pictures of their blogging lairs--usually, of course, their offices--to, I don't know, show people what they looked like, I guess. Remember that little fad? Sounds kind of weird now, doesn't it?

Which is why the Drunkablog is ready to jump on the bandwagon. Unfortunately the DT-plagued one's office is so full of excitement that it behooves him to show only a small piece of it, so as not to induce a galloping syncope in his readers:

A couple of shelves: Just a few things to note, more or less at random: typewriters, all found at thrift stores, all sort of operational; charts of the Mississippi River, on which the D-blog and a friend were once nearly run over by a steamboat; an old Svea 123 camp stove, which never blew up but somehow left the D-blog horribly disfigured just the same; Clara Alber's tombstone (in its usual resting place); and copies of the Saturday Evening Post, Look, and Life from the 60s, rescued from a dumpster behind the Denver Public Library. All these (and more, much, much more) will be blog fodder as needed, he warned.