Monthly Archives: January 2011

Your Argument is Invalid

HERE’S A CLUE for those who haven’t quite figured it out yet, (all one or two of you). When you have to cut off the Internet in your country, you’re doing “Country” wrong:

“That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among Men.”

–Declaration of Independence, q.v.

So, when they start talking about giving a Big Red Easy Button to POTUS…

Update: l’esprit d’escalier department… I wrote in an email to Prof. Reynolds that the kack-handed move of shutting down the Internet could prove a signal to arm onesself and get one’s ass into the street — creating, as it were, an Insurgency of Davids.

So Dennis Kucinich Doesn’t Represent

MY DISTRICT, WHICH is a really good thing because — check it out — if he did, I’d have to move.

(And has anybody seen the before-and-after census numbers for Cleveland, because I may be onto something, here.)

I pretty much figured when I heard he was suing the Congressional cafeteria for 150 thousand bucks, (this man is incapable of embarrassment) … (Well? He’s Dennis Kucinich, for cripe’s sake! He was born to be the butt of jokes about Cleveland! If he could be embarrassed, he’d have died of it by now.) …

over an olive pit!

In a vegan wrap!

I. MEAN… SERIOUSLY?

And did you read the complaint? I mean, I know they teach lawyers Advanced Huffinesss and Indignation in lawyer school and all that, but this one just frakking takes the cake! It alleges that, like, the hairnet crew at the congressional Choke ‘n’ Puke deliberately (and with malice aforethought) put weapons of mass destruction (to whit: an olive pit). (I mean, serially, have you ever bitten an olive pit? Is there a seed that is softer and chewier than an olive pit? I mean, orly? I once broke a tooth on a pizza crust, but I pretty much knew the tooth was not long for this world in the first place. How dumb do you have to be to be chewing along on … ::giggle:: … your vegan wrap and come across an olive pit, and bite down on it hard enough to break a tooth and in any way not think, Oh. That tooth must have been ready to go at any second. My bad?) Only a self-important, perpetually aggrieved …liberal would even consider suing a taxpayer-supported organization (and probably blather about how he was serving some creatively destructive purpose by punishing evildoers who would DO such a dastardly thing!).

…over an OLIVE PIT! In a VEGAN! WRAP!

I just figured it had to be a scam to bilk the taxpayers out of yet another hundred-fifty large. Salary’s not enough. Doesn’t have enough pull in Congress for it to be worthwhile for a lobbyist to bribe him, or nothing.

Besides. Would you bribe Dennis Kucinich? Wouldn’t they take away your Evil Lobbyists United card? Wouldn’t they follow you down K Street shouting “Yo Mama!” insults at you from car windows if you did?

So, he just has to be desperate. That trophy wife of his wanted a new tongue stud, and he just had to get it for her. She might start making eyes at Rand Paul. Or Michelle Bachman. And that would just kill him.

Wait! He’s not capable of being embarrassed. He’s Dennis Kucinich, after all.

Oh, well. It was a thought.

Quote of the Day—Moving Goalposts Department

NOW THAT IT MIGHT HURT THEM, Democrats want to change the rules on redistricting.

Insty

Which could be said about any issue. Democrats always want it their way — especially when they’ve lost the vote fair and square.

This Squirrel Has a Cloth Grocery Bag

YOUR ARGUMENT is invalid.

I’ve Got To

SORT MY SOCKS! Yeah! That’s the ticket.

Look

GET THIS STRAIGHT: The Internal Revenue code is unconstitutional in these wises: As has already been ruled by the Supreme Court, the sole effect of the 16th Amendment is to redefine the income tax as an indirect tax. (Income taxes had previously been considered direct taxes, and thus had to be “apportioned among the several States.” (Article 1, Section 2) It does nothing to repeal other provisions. Therefore, as redefined by the Amendment, income taxes are — in a mind-bending logical twist — “indirect” taxes (such as Duties, Imposts and Excises) and “shall be uniform throughout the United States” (Article 1, Section 8).

Question: Are income taxes uniform? Does everybody pay either the same rate or the same amount? Answer: Are you serious?

The rejoinder to that is that, for everyone in a given situation (and there are as many situations as there are citizens), the taxes are uniform on incomes of people in that situation.

But the Fourteenth Amendment requires that all citizens be afforded equal treatment under the law. Ask yourself: did you get an Earned Income Tax Credit? Did you pay the top marginal rate? The two, you will note, are probably mutually exclusive. Democrats and other statists constantly remind us that the Rich are required to pay more taxes than lesser folk.

Question: Is this equal treatment before the law? Answer: Are you serious?

So arguing over the new 1099 provision is Yet Another instance of re-arranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. DO NOT argue particulars with statists over unconstitutional laws. Fight instead to get the unconstitutionality of the law recognized.

Question: Is the extension of the so-called Bush tax cuts likely to do the economy any good, long term or short? Answer: Are you serious?

Interesting Portmanteau

WORD TO BE FOUND here, courtesy of Joseph “No You May Not Call Me Joe” Hertzlinger.

Quote(s) of the Day

COME(S) FROM TENTH AMENDMENT Center‘s Michael Boldin, via target="_blank">World Net Daily.

“These nine unelected lawyers are not the determination of what the Constitution is. We the people are.”

As I been sayin’, if force — even lethal force — is permissible — even mandatory — in the prevention of a felony in progress, what level of force is to be permitted or required in the prevention of a violation of the law of the land from which the authority for the felony law descends — the Constitution?

The … states considering nullification of Obamacare are calling for penalties, including fines and jail time, for any agent seeking to enforce the federal provisions.

It’s really pretty simple … It’s nothing more than states saying ‘no’ to unconstitutional acts.

When the federal government violates the Constitution, what do we do about it?

…[T]he idea that states would reject a Washington demand is not radical, it’s reasonable. …[W]hat’s radical is the idea that the federal government can be the final arbiter of the extent of its own powers.

Read the whole thing. I am pleased to note that, among the states pushing for nullification is Idaho, where my baby sister is a sitting state senator. Good on ya, kid!

Memo To The Voters of Chicago

RAHM EMMANUEL is so corrupt that he thinks the election laws shouldn’t apply to him.

OK. So he’s your corrupt sonofabitch. That’s how you look at these things, right?

What about this situation makes you think he’ll stay YOUR corrupt sonofabitch.

Hmmm?

I Get the Impression

THAT ONE RATIONALE for not pursuing baby-and-mother-killer Kermit Gosnelle (sic) before now is that those charged with the duty might have felt the case would provide pro-lifers with a cause celebre, which might eventually bring down the entire, murderous edifice.

I don’t pray because, well, it seems rather arrogant to bother God with my petty problems. But herewith is one tiny prayer: May it be so.

Category Error of the Week Compartment

WELL, NO, NOT REALLY. I have heard — even repeated it myself — this little bon mot from a number of sources over a period of years, so it’s hardly confined to this week: The World is Run by the People Who Show Up.

The problem with it is the embedded presumption that, Because They Show Up, Government gets to Run the World.

Not. So.

In this country, at least, it is recognized that Government Running the World is a.k.a. Made of Fail. The concept of Self Governance demands that the Self have the space to Govern itself.

We even have rules to that effect.

And people who are elected to government office swear an oath to honor, obey, and defend those rules.

They’re not supposed to even try to Run the World, because — well — check out Made of Fail above.

So, what do we do when somebody tries to sell us that The World is Run by the People Who Show Up?

Right! We object. Which Is As It Should Be.

It’s Gonna Be a Long Fight, Folks

YEAH, THEY READ THE Constitution to open the session, but it appears even the faux-constitutionalist Republicans still don’t get it.

Byron York lays out what’s being done to replace the recently-repealed Obamacare.

No.

No.

Hell NO!

And this is what comes of arguing details with statists. You miss the fundamentals.

Where in that list of enumerated powers in Article 1, Section 8 is there one that goes, “…shall have the power to regulate cost pooling of medical expenses?” Where is there the power to meddle in the relationship between doctor and patient? Where is the power to require commercial activity? Where is the amendment to the 13th Amendment forbidding permitting slavery, (for, in order to make a commercial good into a “right,” you have to first enslave the provider of that good)?

Where is the power of Congress to legislate on the matter at all?

The answer is, of course: nowhere. Congress does not have the lawful authority to legislate on the cost, price, provisions for payment, or availability of treatments in the medical field. Or any other, for that matter.

So we still have work to do. But then, we knew that, didn’t we?

Insty Points to

AN ITEM AT HUFFPO and I won’t link there, because they don’t need my traffic, and I object however small to making a contribution. However, it’s worth quoting as Glenn did to make a point:

Gun control not only does no practical good; it actively causes harm. It may be hard to show that it saves lives [Perhaps because it doesn’t — quite the contrary. — Ed.], but it’s easy to demonstrate that we’ve sacrificed a generation of progress on things like health care, women’s rights, immigration reform, income fairness, and climate change because we keep messing with people’s guns. I am researching a book on Americans’ relationship to their guns, and keep meeting working-stiff gun guys — people whose wages haven’t risen since 1978 and should be natural Democrats — who won’t even listen to the blue team because they’re convinced Democrats want to take away their guns. Misguided? Maybe. But that’s democracy for you. [Doesn’t help that the Democrats keep trying to subvert the Republic — not Democracy — as which America is founded. Nor does it help that none of their proposals nor any of their methods is in the least bit democratic. — Ed.] It’s helpful to think of gun control as akin to marijuana prohibition — useless for almost everything except turning otherwise law-abiding people into criminals and fomenting cynicism and resentment. [The two are also similar in that the efforts at control focus on objects rather than behavior, and that both are essentially anti-liberty overreaches which goverment has no business making. — Ed.] All the talk of a new large-magazine ban hits gun guys’ ears like liberals using this disaster to trim back gun rights a little. [Fairly accurate perception, nest paw? — Ed.] It reinforces the toxic narrative that the Democrats are the enemy of regular guys, which is the last thing we need right now.

Glenn asserts that the toxic narrative is pretty much true, in which he’s right. BUT… It doesn’t go far enough. This same paragraph can be written about pretty much any of the Left’s pet issues, including especially the ones mentioned. The Left keeps losing ground because people the Left thinks ought to be its natural constituency see the Left — in a tendentiously invidious manner — messing with people’s liberties.

Good News, for a Change

AMID ALL THE ARIDITY disillusionment, and back-biting, let us pause for a moment and give thanks that Congressman Gabrielle Giffords (D-AZ) has left hospital for therapy, and appears to be in good spirits and good shape, and recovering quickly from her wounds.

All right.

It should be remembered and reminded that, despite political differences, we are all human beings — God’s children — and we should rejoice in one another’s successes and well-being.

Now…

PLAY BALL!

So According to

JOHN LEWIS (D-GA), the “pursuit of Happiness” clause in the Declaration authorizes Congress to require you to pursue Happiness in a government-approved manner.

That makes sense.

Just Saw for the First TIme

A PICTURE OF Steve “Big Lie” Cohen, (D-TN), who heaped such heaping piles of bullshit and calumny on Republicans in the recent mini-debate over Repeal. My first reaction was, “God! He even LOOKS like a communist!”

Check it out.

I Wonder How

LONG IT WILL TAKE before some Open Line Friday caller braces Limbaugh and forces el Rushbo to throw “Mr. Newt” under the bus for his recent un-conservative statements.

There seems to be an arc that pseudo-conservatives follow that would be prescribed by Buckley’s law which states that any institution (or, in this case, person) which/who is not explicitly conservative will be turned eventually to leftist purposes.

Or however that goes.

David Brock. Remember The Real Anita Hill? And Trent Lott. And Bob Dole. And the Bushes, pere et frere. Und Der Gubernator. And myriad others. Now Newt.

There were rumblings of it back in the mid-90s. He seemed too ready to walk back some of his more incendiary (read: more truthful) statements. He seemed too easily swayed by leftist eco-fetish nostrums and only gave true conservation lip service. He seemed too ready to work with the enemy — the Democrats — rather than to defeat them.

It’s a sad trajectory, but in some cases, it seems inevitable.

::sigh:: <charliebrown>Good grief!</charliebrown>

Update: Fran reminds me in comments that that is Robert Conquest’s first law of politics. Deja vu all over again. I seem to have forgotten that at least once before and been reminded of it. Perhaps writing it here will help reinforce the lesson.

We Are Told By

LETTERED MEN OF THE LAW that no word in the Constitution is superfluous, that no part of it may be dismissed as merely explanatory, or prefatory, but: Every. Single. Word. Bears the weight of law.

The so-called General Welfare clause (also called the Good and Plenty clause) reads…

The Congress shall have Power To lay and collect Taxes, Duties, Imposts and Excises, to pay the Debts and provide for the common Defence and general Welfare of the United States;

By “general welfare,” we are told by those pushing coerced state charity, the government should adopt the no sparrow shall fall role of God in ensuring that every citizen is provided by the state with the full blessings of our prosperity.

So… when did you get your check?

What? You didn’t get one? You had to pay? How can that be? Doesn’t the “general welfare” mean … well, everybody?

The Fourteenth Amendment reads in relevant part:

All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside. No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.

That last part is what they mean when they refer to “equal treatment before the law.”

If you didn’t get a check and somebody else did, it seems to me that that act of the Federal Government is in violation of both the general welfare, and the equal protection clauses of the Constitution.

Put that in your pipe and set a match to it.

Ding Dong!

IT IS DEAD Catastrophic Anthropogenic Global Warming (CAGW) is morally, ethically, spiritually, physically, positively, absolutely, undeniably and reliably dead! Not only merely dead, but really most sincerely dead.

The theory linking man-made CO2 with dangerous global warming is dead. It has been falsified. It has run smack bang into a “null hypothesis.” It has met its Waterloo. It has bought the farm. It has gone for a Burton. It has cashed in its chips, fallen off its perch, gone south, gone west, shuffled off this mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the Choir Invisible. Man-made Global Warming has ceased to exist.

James Delingpole

Headline: Dick

CHENEY CALLS FOR smash-mouth constitutionalism.

Well, no. He doesn’t. But his statement that “maybe we should ban 30-round magazine” sure does.

Liberty means the government has to prove its case to us, not us to them. The rules on the inside of the box top say they’re not permitted to do that. Case closed.

I still can’t help wondering if this is the result of some vicious mis-quote, and Cheney actually said the exact opposite and the journo got it wrong “by accident” or “mistake.”

I Am TJIC

MY BIRTH STATE, Massachusetts has a reputation as being a cradle of liberty. Rather, it is a sink of despotism where a handful of real men once lived, and it is for the deeds of those men we remember and revere the place.

But the truth of the matter is less glorious. The place is ruled — not governed, ruled — by poltroons of the worst sort, parvenus who think themselves the betters of those who would be called, in all probability, the betters if judgement were called for.

A case in point, the police — oathbreakers all — in Arlington, MA, who have conspired in violation of the First and Second Amendments and 18 USC 241-242 to deny one Travis Corcoran the free exercise of his constitutionally-protected civil rights.

What was Corcoran’s offense? He alluded to the shooting of Gabrielle Giffords as “One down, 534 to go.” Implying that perhaps all members of Congress ought to be brought to heel with extreme prejudice.

Boorish? Perhaps. Intemperate? I can only say: consider the provocation — 100 years and more of lies, deceit, trickery, theft, oath-breaking, and worse. I would say, rather, the man is the latest in an endless line of long-suffering patriots, ever wishing to be most temperate, who have in the final analysis, been pushed to and past the breaking point. And most temperate in that only words were used.

Q: What do you call 300 Congressmen at the bottom of the ocean? A: A good start.

And for making this most thoroughly tempered remark, Corcoran and his family are to be rendered defenseless in the face of whatever predators roam the streets and forests of Massachusetts. And that fact has been announced to those self-same predators.

These officers of the — scorn quotes — “law”… Have they not sworn an oath to the Constitution? To the laws of the Commonwealth, which are in turn subsidiary to the Constitution and must in all ways conform to it? Are they not in this action foresworn?

And Gabrielle Giffords. A Democrat, yes? Did she vote for Obamacare? And in doing so, is she not also foresworn?

And what is the temperate man to do about oath-breakers, the latest in generations of oath-breakers and usurpers?

What is a free man to do?

Cross-posted at Eternity Road

It’s A Good Start

BUT THE CUTS proposed aren’t deep enough and don’t offer tax relief.

Why the Left Hates Sarah Palin

IN ROBIN OF BERKELEY’S current column at American Thinker, she describes what seems to be to be a pretty typical American upbringing.

…raised to be self-sufficient and independent since “idle hands are the devil’s tools.” … up at the crack of dawn, hunting with … dad; in sharp contrast, liberal kids … were still fast asleep.

…[D]idn’t have life handed to … on a silver platter … Instead … balanced school, chores, jobs, and sports. While liberal[s] … were glued to the boob tube, … had no time for sloth.

…[A]ttended church with … family on Sundays. On Sunday morning, young liberals … were recovering from Saturday night.

From … devout Christian upbringing, … learned to be … good … In contrast, … learned everything I needed to know about how to be a … girl from the monthly Playboy Magazine, which was conspicuously displayed on [the] living room table.

…[D]ated and then married … high school sweetheart; … learned that my body was a commodity that I “owned.” And I could use my body — and allow it to be used — to temporarily still the pangs of loneliness.

RTWT.

Every once in awhile, it occurs to me to wonder where all the virulent anti-theists came from. They weren’t thick on the ground to my memory in the ’60s. Even the red diaper babies went to church, belonged to religious youth groups. Yes, Unitarian churches, and, yes, Liberal Religious Youth, but still… Was there anything remarkable about the popularity of the Beatles’
hymnlike “Let It Be,” or the Moody Blues singing about “The vision of our father/touched by his loving son”? Wasn’t it uplifting when Emerson Lake and Palmer opened their concerts in the early-to-mid ’70s with the Anglican hymn “Jerusalem”?

And then I realize, from bits like Robin’s above, that John Edwards was right — just not in the way he meant it — there really are two Americas. And the inhabitants of the other America — as tiny a minority as they are — are sadly crippled by their experience.

And the pathetic, paltry nature of it.

And no wonders they hates it so.

You Have GOT to be Fritterin’

KIDDING ME!!! Sheila Jackson Lee has a Juris Doctor from the University of Freakin’ Virginia? And a B.A. from Yale?

How in the Hell did she get in in the first place? Did they waive the literacy requirement? Reduce the IQ standards to single digits?

And then, to add insult to injury, they gave her degrees?

How do you know she didn’t earn them?

Are you joking me, Dolly? have you heard moron speak? There is NO WAY that woman is qualified for ANY degree.

Grade inflation. Social promotion. Affirmative action. Reductio ad absurdam.

Quote of the Day

COMES VIA KEVIN BAKER but you should go and RTWT.

The Greatest Photo-Bomb

EVAH!!

So the Left Claims

THAT A NUT-JOB who might have listened to Michael Savage ranting … MAYBE once … could be driven so mad by the experience as to commit mass murder.

Oh, no. No projection there.

None, Dolly, you’re right. But also: all of their (the Left’s) lies, provocation, election theft, subversion and perversion of the values, principles, concepts, and institutions that made America great can’t possibly have incited the good burghers of America to vote Democrats out of office in mass quantities.

Yeah. Right. That’ll never happen.

Sarah Palin

SHOULD TAKE HEART (and I think she does) in that the frenzy of venom and vituperation from the Left serves like nothing else can as proof positive that she is living — rent-free — inside their heads.

Of Course, that Earthquake

IN PAKISTAN HAS nothing to do with Allah’s opinion of the behavior of the inhabitants.

The United States is a Republic

SAYS SO RIGHT HERE on the label. The rules on the inside of the box lid say that the states have to guarantee citizens a republican form of government.

Doesn’t that make democracy subversive?

Doesn’t that make Democrats pretty much traitors ab intitio?

Just sayin’s all.

Don’t you get tired of the “t” word? Don’t you ever feel like you might be wearing it out?

Well, Dolly. I do sometimes get tired of being forced to face the fact that there are those whose fundamental approach to life in a polity is to subvert it, to destroy it, to enslave its inhabitants to an ideology that is not only an utter failure at its stated aims but is also pure evil, and to do so with complete and total tendentious mendacity.

Ah.

The ::SNIFF:: of the Day

COMES FROM Rodger, the Real King of France.

Gibbs Gets One Right

(FINALLY) White House spokesweasel, Robert Gibbs, sound-bitten on the Fox Radio News, asserts that it is important to the American people who makes the decisions on health care.

Damned right, Bob. And it’s NOT you!

The Colonel, My Stepfather

WAS AN UNREPENTANT male chauvinist pig. A mean daddy. A hard-hearted man who beat his wife. Just ask him. (Were he still alive.) He’d tell you. Laughing.

And, of course, he was the exact opposite of all those things. He was a gentleman, but one who appreciated the finer points of the female anatomy and made no bones about it. He ruled the roost and expected obedience and respect from any who dwelled under his roof on his dime. He was a stern disciplinarian, but we kids were never short of hugs when we needed them.

The point? He refused to kowtow to politically correct idiots. His ready agreement with their nonsense, usually delivered in a wound-up state of pisstossity, would take the wind out of their sails like nothing else could. Denying the fools the outrage they sought to gen up — giving them back instead a cheerful agreement and a hearty, “So what?” usually had them sputtering like wet hens.

Don Surber reminds me of the efficacy of such an outlook.

The left suddenly wants civil discourse.

Bite me.

The left wants to play games of semantics.

Bite me.

The left wants us to be civil — after being so uncivil for a decade.

Bite me.

…[S]crew you and your civil discourse.

I don’t want to hear it.

I have been screamed at for 10 years.

It’s my turn now…

…I refuse to allow anyone to dictate what I say or how I say it.

…You don’t like what I say? Tough.

So screw you.

You don’t like my words? You don’t like my tone? You feel threatened?

Too bad.

No.

Actually, that is what I want. I want the lefties to feel bad. I want them to feel hurt. I want them to cry to their mommies.

The Caturday Post


SOMEBODY GAVE Karma a dose of speed or something. She’s been zooming around the house, bouncing off walls, all day. It’s grocery day to boot, and she’s had a field day exploring all the neat and interesting STUFF I brought home from the store. Kinda reminds me of the little girl with the giant stuffed animal from Despicable Me. “IT’S SO FUZZY!!!

Loki’s been acting a little on-his-chin lately. So this morning, Toni called for me to put him in the carrier. Number One Daughter stopped by and Number One Grandson scooped up the Lokester and took him off to see Dr. K. at the Animal Hospital. His weight’s good, but his gums looked a little off. Dr. K. gave him a shot of steroids in the butt and prescribed canned food for awhile. WHICH the other cats will take considerable joy in, as a diet of kibble and kibble can get a tad boring, even if you do lick your butt to clean it.

Karma is gradually learning to catpile, although she still is a bit… standoffish. She’ll nap with them on the bed, but she doesn’t snuggle. Yet. Give it time, I suspect.

TONI REMINDS ME that the triplets — Aqua, Sky, and Jazz — are going to turn two next Two’s-day, the 18th. Picture is from May of ’09.

A Standup Kinda Guy

BREDA POSTS a comment on Facebook about people posing for photos with lifesize standup cutouts of celebrities. Which reminds me of a little prank I played at the Patch Factory awhile back.

We got, through the ordinary line of business, a standup of Willie Nelson, done for a Jose Cuervo promotion. I think it was a little bit smaller than lifesize, albeit not much. But that doesn’t matter.

The front doors at the Patch Factory are double glass doors in aluminum frames with no side lights. So the part of the frame that answers to the function of a jack stud is right next to the hinge. That part is important for forming your mental picture of this situation. The reason it’s important is that it creates a blind spot from the perspective of someone coming up the front walk.

So, aware of this, I took the Willie standup one day and stood it in the lobby, right in that blind spot. From inside, it was totally ordinary. Here’s a piece of collateral from a project we were involved in, and it’s on display in the lobby. If you walked out from the sales office or the art department, or came up from the executive offices or the johns, you’d just see this standup… standing up, there.

But when you came in the front door, you’d open it, and come through (the door opens out), and … AAAH!! … there’s this … GUY, just standing there. And he came out of nowhere.

After about the fourth middle-aged visitor nearly had a coronary, they made me move it. But we had considerable amusement from it in the interim.

Quote of the Day

MEANT TO HIT this one t’other day. Glad I caught it again before it scrolled off Mike’s front page:

If they can call us “anti-government extremists” why can’t we call them “anti-liberty extremists?”

Mike Vanderboegh

Last Week, a Lot of People

MOURNED THE PASSING of Kodachrome with allusions to the Paul Simon song of the same name.

I went to high school at Walnut Hills, a bastion and steeping pot of liberalism.
(Two famous grads: Jerry Rubin and NYT journo Elisabeth Bumiller.) So, for me, the really memorable part of Paul’s song is the first stanza.

When I think back on all the crap I learned in High School
It’s a wonder I can think at all.
Oh, but my lack of education hasn’t hurt me none;
I can read the writing on the wall.

Yeah, but da Doll suspects you have a soft spot for the second verse, too…

If you took all the girls I knew when I was single
And brought ’em all together for one night
I know they’d never match my sweet imagination
And everything looks worse in black-and-white.

Sweet imagination! That’s meee!

Dolly?

!!??

Stifle.

Yeth. Thir!

I Am Having A Question

WHAT IN THE Wide Wide World of Sports is the government doing funding “the arts” at all? If the money trail to NPR is all that convoluted, perhaps we ought to look at its funding as a species of money laundering and just cut it all off at the source. NEA, NEH, CPB, and anything else that puts the government in competition with private entities ought to be simply defunded.

And any cause for which the leftist sales pitch begins, “Surely in the richest country in the world, we can afford…” should be defunded and those seeking funds for it told that, surely in the richest country in the world, private supporters can be found. If not, perhaps the value of the premise should be re-examined.

Oh. And, yeah. Full disclosure: I am one of those private entities so-called “artists” on the public teat are in competition with. And I consider it positively un-American that I have to sink or swim — to decide, as it were, between buying my medicines and paying my taxes — while no-talent hacks with political connections will never miss a meal.

Boy I’D Like to Know

WHAT PROMPTED this.

Truth in Humor of the Day

TEXAS vs CALIFORNIA and the tale of two coyotes.

Seems As Though I Missed Something

BY REFUSING TO WATCH any of the Federal Disturbances to the TV Schedule Wednesday evening. Totally fucked up my Human Target. And Chase. Barry, you owe me. Big time.

I thought it was unseemly just to have the thing. Apparently, they exceeded my expectations.

Hadda wait ’til Wednesday in order to allow time for “arrangements” to be made.

You’re right, Dolly. I imagine arranging to get those T-shirts printed was quite the task on such short notice.

Visual Adrenaline

IF YOU’RE INTO computer graphics, either as a fan or a creator, you may find in interesting that Intel is offering free subscriptions of Visual Adrenaline magazine at http://visualadrenaline.intel.com.

Blind Pigs and Acorns Department

IT OCCURS TO ME that the whack job at hand may have swerved into something worthwhile.

But only superficially, and like most leftists, he gets it all wrong, even when he has a point.

He complains that “they” are trying to control The People through the tool of grammar.

Now, you might, as do I, go, “W.T. And F?” Wouldn’t trying to control a people via grammar be about like trying to lift a weight by pushing on a rope? Or solving world hunger by frying up bowling balls? (Hey, you can’t make an omelette…)

But waitjustadangoleminute, here.

Doesn’t Marx prescribe that revolutionaries seeking to bring about the perfect socialist world control the dialectic? And wouldn’t that imply that one must control the vocabulary, grammar, and syntax of political discourse?

Can ya do the math?

Projection, Always Projection

YOU SHOULD KNOW by now that Leftists engage in projection and transferrance. One might almost suspect it’s the only way they can deal with the cognitive dissonance between their world view and reality. So the immediate leap to accuse rightists of fomenting violence in our rhetoric can only be driven by a guilty conscience. Especially when, in reality, virtually all political violence — and violent rhetoric — comes, and has come for well over a century, from origins on the Left.

The real wonder to me is how reasonable leftists — and surely there must be some — can hear outraged reactions from the Right to the Left’s manifest and manifold outrages and not jump to excuse it on the basis of our victimization by those who lie, cheat, steal, demean our nation’s heritage, ideals, and values.

Well, no. I do get why the Right could never be accorded victim status. Still…

Leftist Sleight of Hand

YOU SHOULD NEVER watch the hand that’s out front and waving. Always watch the one that’s held back, in reserve, is doing things in pockets and the cuffs of shirt sleeves. The hand-waving is to distract you from the real trick.

All the who-struck-John being spewed about by the Usual Suspects dancing in the victims’ blood is meant to distract you. You’re supposed to react in outrage to their — well — outrageous claims. You’re supposed to spend your energy rebutting their risibly false assertions.

Don’t.

Focus instead on the next thing — the statist drive to muzzle opposition speech and disarm the citizenry. Before the anaesthetic in the operating rooms has had time to clear from the lungs of the wounded, Democrats called for Federal limits on “incendiary political rhetoric,” blame the massacre on the “too-easy availability of killer weapons.”

There’s your problem.

One of Those Moments

WHEN YOU CURSE YOURSELF for not having your camera with you.

‘Tother day, I stepped into the parking lot at the Patch Factory and stopped.

On the other side of the lot, in the pear trees that border the street, was a hawk. Or a falcon. I couldn’t tell what he was. And we get red tails, Cooper’s hawks, and peregrines — all roughly the same size to my inexpert eye. And he was backlit and moving.

Reminded me of that line from Joni Mitchell’s “Coyote” …and a hawk was playin’ with him…. This fellow was playing. He jumped off the branch he was perched on and took a gyre around the open space inside the levee, between the buildings. I’m sure he saw me standing there and dismissed me as a threat. As I walked out to my car, he circled overhead, diving once to strafe the lawn next door, then up over the top of the levee and away into the sky.

Sorry. No pictures.

Savoire Faire

THIS IS A STORY told by the father of a high-school friend of mine (Jim and Pete and Julia will recall this), and repeated by his children — oft with great glee in the telling. The man was a rifle-toter in WWII, if I’m not mistaken. The story is putatively set in a small suburban French cafe, sometime in WWI, however, so one is forced to wonder about its provenance. I have, in the grandest literary tradition, embellished it somewhat.

The story:

During the latter days of the war, I was on leave from the front, and happened to be sitting with one of my squadmates in a tiny French sidewalk cafe in Armentieres, when I was overheard by a trio of elderly Frenchmen at the next table, arguing in English with my squaddies over the meaning of a French phrase. The old gentlemen undertook to advise us, but had a violent disagreement among themselves over the deeper meaning of the saying.

The argument carried on for, perhaps, a quarter of an hour until one of the three Frenchmen slapped his hand down on the table around which they sat, and said, “Enough! I will tell you zee true meaning of these words, savoire fair.

He turned in his seat to bring all five of us — the three Frenchmen and the two Yankee doughboys — within his field of vision and, in passable, albeit heavily-accented English, commenced firing.

“Peecture a small pied a terre in Paree. A young-ish couple live zair, a man, Pierre, and a wooman, Marie. Eh? One day, Pierre comes ‘ome early from zee work, to find zee door ees lock-ed. He knocks. ‘Marie?’ ‘ee calls out to ‘er. No answer. ‘ee find zee keey undair the cobblestone in zee dooryard and unlock zee door. Eento zee entry hall: ‘Marie!? Oh, Marie, my leetle bumblebee!’

“Un’ zair ees no answer.

“Eento zee house sojourns Pierre. Dans zee parlour: no Marie. Dans zee Keetchen: no Marie. Et le jardin: no Marie. Puzzled an’ scratching zee haid, ‘ee turn back into zee ‘ouse, zenn bounds ‘ee OOP zee stairs. ‘Oh, Marie!’ ‘ee calls for her in zee hall. Her name is on his lips as his ‘and is on zee doorknob of zee bedroom door. ‘Oh, Marie?’ ‘ee call, as he opens zee door.”

At this point, the first Frenchman pauses and looks significantly at his two interlocutors and then at us Yanks.

“’Ee open zee door only to find… Marie! In bed! In zee arms of Zee Ozair Man!

“An’ he say, ‘Oh. Pardonnez moi!’ an’ cloze zee door.

“Zat,” the first Frenchman says, “is savoire faire.”

We two Yanks thought that was a fair description of a — of a uniquely, shall we say, Gallic outlook on la vie. But the other two Frenchmen did not agree.

“Oh! Non, non, non,” asserted the second Frenchman. “You ‘ave eet all wrong! I weell tell to you what means zees savoire faire. Same pied a terre in Paree. Same couple. Same man, Pierre, come ‘ome early from zee work zee door lock-ed only to find. Find zee key, open zee door. Call out: ‘Marie! Oh, Marie, my leetle pet!’ Et no Marie. Not in zee ‘allway; not in zee parlour, or zee keetchen, or le jardin. Up zee stair, call out in zee ‘allway; ‘and on zee doorknob, ‘er name on ‘ees leeps: ‘Oh, Marie!’ as he opens zee door. Same Marie, same bed, Same Ozair Man.

“An’ Pierre, zee gentleman parfait, ‘ee say, ‘Oh! Pardonnez moi! Continnez vous!’ an’ ‘ee close zee door.

“ZAT, mon freres, is le savoire faire.”

Well, we Yanks are both impressed at this second, seemingly superior description, and find a distinctly Franco je ne sais quoi in the improvement of the definition. But it sets the other two Frenchmen back only a moment, whereupon the third Frenchman stamps his foot and loudly asserts: “Non, non, non, non! You steel ‘ave eet all wrong.

“Peecture it now: same pied a terre. Same couple. Pierre, ‘omeward bound ‘ee come to find no Marie, zee light of his life, his very bootsterfly of love. Unlock zee front door as you say. Into zee parlour, zee keetchen, le jardin. Eh? Et up zee stair, ‘ee calls in zee hallway. Marie’s name is on ‘ees leeps as ‘ee open zee door. ‘Oh, Marie, my leetle pet!’ An’ ‘ee open zee door and find zee same Marie een zee same bed in zee same arms of Zis Same Ozair Man!

“An’ he say, as you say: ‘Oh! Pardonnez moi! Continnez vous!’ an’ cloze zee door…”

There is a gravid pause, and then the third Frenchman sits back and says:

“An’ eef Zee Ozair Man CAN continnez vous…” he slaps the table. “ZAT, mes amis, zat ees savoire faire!

To Idiot Democrats

(REDUNDANCY ALERT): We don’t have to present evidence of anything in order to repeal the misbegotten and illegal Obamacare law. All we need is the desire to repeal it. The burden of proof is on you, first that the Constitution gives Congress the authority to legislate on the matter at all (hint: it doesn’t), and second that it will absolutely (fer real, not in CBO imaginary numbers) provide the benefit/cost ratio you predict. (Hint: it won’t.)

I’m talking to YOU, Hank Johnson.

Interesting to note that, when the blinders of Democrat lies are removed, the CBO can tell it straight. The CBO reported today that repealing Obamacare would shave circa $500 billion off the budget.

Seems to me, since we’re — you know — broke and all, that $500B would have been added to the daffycit if it weren’t for repeal, which hasn’t happened yet, but it’s looking more-and-more like it really ought to.

Even if you don’t care that Congress has no lawful authority in the matter, and (like me) would really prefer to see that point made in no uncertain terms.

Uh… Hello!

DIDN’T WE AGREE that RKBA predates the Constitution (and therefore the polity of which one would have to be a citizen for the 2nd Amendment to be the exclusive RKBA-guarantor for, if this idiocy were to make any sense.)? (See that deft use of the subjunctive there? It doesn’t REALLY make sense, you see, but I pretend like it might for the sake of argument.) Didn’t we agree that the right to self defense inheres to the self, and self-ownership, and is therefore truly inalienable? Didn’t we agree that infringing the right for any cause makes the infringer someone who will countenance the enslavement of his fellow men?

Then…

WTF, dudes!??

Even Rush Nods

THE DEAL WITH so-called “Death Panels,” the real fear is that a government bureaucrat will be making decisions about who lives and who dies on any basis — objective, subjective, actuarial, or purely political.

Do NOT try to tell me the decision would never be political.

Ironic, innit, that the Left is so damned bent on forcing this nostrum down our throats, yet inveighs so vehemently against the death penalty — and probably can’t see the connection.