Hi, Mrs. Iowahawk! Happy birthday! May I send you some chocolates, or a new carburetor? I’ll be sending those bank account numbers by email, along with the name of my first dog and my own mother’s maiden name.
Glenn’s got the rumblings about it perhaps being an unwise investment, and points out with dark cheer that GM is gambling with our money, now—so they can’t really lose if this turns into a boondoggle.
But here’s the thing: if the government wanted to convince us that the price of elecricity would be going down as gas prices went up, wouldn’t they be approving the construction of nuclear power plants? Instead, we have their allies, writers in elite media outlets, telling us that people on the humid East Coast shouldn’t be running their air-conditioning this time of year—and yet we should all get electric cars. What’s wrong with that picture?
UPDATE: Elizabeth Leamy isn’t a rube; she’s a rubette. There’s a difference.
And, no: I’m not going to send Ann a note pointing out the typo in her own entry. Last time I did that, she picked a fight with me within 48 hours or so, quoting a line from my post that contained a misspelling and put a little “[sic]” in the passage. Which was fair enough, but I’m done helping her out.
(Okay, let me guess: a wicked wit, a bit of actual height, his manhood. And dairy products that aren’t the result of spoiled, protectionist agribusiness . . . . other than that, we’re even-steven. Drink your milk, peasants!)
Ads that start talking to you if you so much as move the cursor over them. If anything these are even more than evil than sound-enabled sites, which are at least obnoxious up front.
But anything that starts your speakers without your consent is obnoxious beyond belief.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m a big fond of anti-pollution measures, since I had trouble breathing on bad smog days in the past decades, particularly in the valleys. But the kids who think things are getting worse rather than better need to be watching more Starsky & Hutch reruns. Look at the sky, youngsters.
The one thing I feel obligated to point out, since it often gets lost in the shuffle of fairly normal complaining we lower-level and mid-tier bloggers engage in about that cash flow (never enough) and the level of unique visits (also never enough) is that there are many at “the top” who are quite generous with their linkage, including the divine Professor Reynolds. He’s been quite kind to me, really. Would I prefer that Glenn link me once a week? Well . . . yes. But it’s certainly welcome when it happens.
Ditto the boys at Hot Air, and Michelle Malkin. And Jeff and Darleen, and Dan. And even the folks at Ace’s place. They all link me. And every year more and more folks come back out of sheer habit, so I am left to conclude that though I don’t provide a lot of “red meat,” someone likes what I’m doing. Because . . . well, here they are.
Yeah, I read through the entire thread at The Daily Caller, and was happy—depite one passage that contained some messed-up formatting—that it provides a useful way of separating the sane left from the batshit crazy left. But I don’t recommend wading through it, for all that. Rather, take a peek at Moe Lane’s summary.
Come on: Bristol Palin might have two uteruses, which would have allowed her to bear both her own child and her mother’s. Who’s to say she doesn’t? Totally plausible, if you just look at the issue through Andrew Sullivan’s eyes. (Unsafe link to Sullivan’s actual blog.)
After all, if there’s a person who knows Sarah Palin’s body enough to judge her decision to fly home for Trig’s birth it wouldn’t be the person who had steered it through the delivery of four babies. It would be Andrew Sullivan! He’s the person who’s qualified how quickly labor would follow after Sarah’s water broke.
I haven’t actually followed his rants closely enough to figure out how Sullivan managed to square Trig’s delivery with Bristol Palin’s subequent pregnancy. Is it the two uteruses—one put to work while the other recovered from Trig’s birth? Or was that Sarah herself, having faked the Trig pregnancy, experienced a real one with Tripp, and camouflaged her real fifth pregnancy on the campaign trail? That’s it!—Sarah and Bristol swapped babies! Trig is Bristol’s child, and Tripp is Sarah’s!
Tex99 has a great article up about the speculation regarding who would have collaborated with the Third Reich, had it ever extended into England the U.S.
The original 1941 essay is a wonder to behold in its observations about human nature.
Shirley Sherrod is neither a saint nor a demon; why is that so hard to understand? She had an epiphany about the need to help poor white people as much as poor black people, and that is extremely important.
No, I don’t care for the way she’s characterized Breitbart as someone who wants to reinstate Jim Crow laws or even slavery; this women does have racialist leanings. And Breitbart’s real target, the racists at the NAACP, did cheer and applaud at really inappropriate places during that speech she gave.
But to suggest that the way a relative of hers died is pivotal? Pretty silly.
FAITH:Church Ladies (Roman: spiritual life)
Pew Sitter (Roman: politics and religion)
The Anchoress (Roman: Baseball, Buster, Bibles, and Brooklyn)
Don Surber (Evangelical: Faith and Politics)
Quote of the Month:
"I dash all of my fury, all of my love, all of my passion against the cross of Christ, and settle beneath their shards and fragments as they rain down upon me, and pass and bite and dissolve. And I pray, most particularly for the event or the person or the feeling that has roused my headstrong, foolish passion and lured me toward the illusion, and away from detachment, wherein is found humility and tranquility; wisdom and peace.
And because I am no saint, because I am so flawed, all of that only brings me up to the ground-level. My evolution is still in such a primitive stage that I am merely eyes in mud, staring into heaven, unable to do much to lift myself; altogether one with the muck."
—The Anchoress
"The women of this country learned long ago,
those without swords can still die upon them.
I fear neither death nor pain."
—Eowyn, Tolkien's Lord of the Rings
"Would you do me a favor, and lay off of the President for, like, three days?"
—Yazoots
"It's like free association, or shitting." —David Linden [That one is out-of-context, too. Sorry!]
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