Monthly Archives: October 2008

From Oz via

WOODY AT HAS EVERYONE Gone Nuts?, comes this delightfully succinct layman’s takedown (written by a pro) of the AGW myth.

Some facts the author glosses over, which may not be scientifically dispositive, but which I find persuasive.

As Nova writes (but doesn’t acknowledge in precisely this way), a great deal of the apparent “global” warming looks to be evidence of an observation bias. The placement and protocols of the observatories relied on to show evidence of global warming are mostly sited in the United States. Approximately 40% of the fraction thus far assessed by the Surface Stations initiative have been shown to exaggerate the extent of warming — mostly due to the Urban Heat Island (UHI) effect.

Also somewhat glossed over in Nova’s text are the timeline facts of the AGW hysteria.

From 1750 to sometime late in the 1930s, there was some warming. In fact, the warmest temperatures in the 20th Century were observed in the 1930s — long before the AGW hysteria was drummed up.

Then, from around 1940 to 1979, temperatures actually fell. At the time that James Hansen made his apocalyptic predictions of catastrophic warming to the Congress in the 1980’s, actual observed warming trends (uncorrected for the above-noted biases) were a mere blip on the historical record.

Since sometime around the turn of the 21st Century — different reporters choose different start-and-end points — global temperatures have actually fallen. Say, over eight years.

Now, the warmistas will try to tell you that a mere eight years does not a trend make, but the whole AGW hysteria was ginned up on the basis of a trend of about half that. After forty years of cooling, on the basis of a three- or four-year warming trend (and remember: it is suspect that the trend actually existed), we were to believe that massive public policy action was to be required in an effort to avert a potential catastrophe. But now, after a mere twenty-plus years of a dubitable warming trend, an eight-year reversal which negates the entire warming of the prior century, is a mere blip and does not a trend make.

Somebody bullshitting you, here.

Wish Fulfillment

I BET THE MOVEON types who spread these around think they’re very clever. But my point is that I want Obama to lose — and to lose big. I want him to lose so badly that he’ll be ashamed to show his face in Washington ever again. I want him to lose so badly he’ll have to move out of Chicago and go back to Kansas. I want him to lose so badly, his grandmother will start calling him “bitch.”

So this doesn’t dispirit me at all. To the contrary…

If you follow the link, you can get you one, too. Spread the même. Maybe we can cost them some bandwidth.

Not That It Matters All That Much But

IT APPEARS THAT even the most relentless group think and media propaganda campaigns can have trouble gaining traction with people who keep their own counsel and quietly go about their business. As with anthropogenic global warming, so too with a national-marxist candidate fro President.

Keep it in mind. And remember, if it’s not close, they can’t steal it. Vote. Take a friend to the polls.

About the poll… Why doesn’t it matter?

It’s an opinion poll in an area where opinion — as in belief, as opposed to knowledge — is really immaterial. What matters are the facts, which are pretty well known and run counter to the AGW mythos. While it’s gratifying to a skeptic to find his stance in such favor, it doesn’t matter to the truth of the proposition.

No, Mr. Obama

WE DO NOT NEED to call you a secret communist, because you are very open about it.


With Only a Handful

OF DAYS LEFT before the election, I want to lay out my reasons to hope. In a conversation with James Rummel Sunday at the blogmoot, I expressed the following belief:

Because of the skewed (and, I believe, ineffectual) media coverage — so ill-concealed this year, more than ever; because of the understanding of large segments of the public that the Democrats, their myrmidons, and fellow travelers are laboring furiously to steal the election; because of the self-deceptive nature of media-driven opinion polls giving a false lead of anything up to ten point to Obama — because of all that, I believe that not only will McCain win, but that the win will be an electoral landslide.

Mr. Rummel made an offer — if that happens, he said, he’d buy me a beer at our next blogmoot encounter. I’m not a betting man, so it didn’t occur to me to make it a bet, but I now think I should do the sporting thing and offer to reciprocate. James, if you’re out there, if McCain doesn’t win Tuesday, or it’s a squeaker, I’ll buy you a beer next we meet in Indy.

I see the frenzy of activity, lies, and accusations by the media and the Obama campaign (but I repeat myself) as signs of desperation. The media may try to deceive the public, but I suspect that more-accurate (or realistic) polling data are available to the campaign insiders, and they know their real condition, and it’s not pretty.

I suspect that the author of the memo quoted at the Corner understates matters, and that the picture for McCain/Palin is even better than he paints it.

The weather here in Ohio — and probably over much of the East — is turning nasty, and may even be rainy on Tuesday. Inclement weather favors Republicans, as it tends to suppress Democrat turnout — leftists being fair-weather friends of the first water.

Recent testimony from Obama himself and others about him, just coming into public light despite the machinations of the legacy partisan press present the agent of change as someone who is — or ought to be — anathema to any liberty-loving American. We recoil in horror — rightly so — at the Islamonutters who scream “To hell with your freedom!” No less should we recoil in horror from the city-slicker devil in an Armani suit who despises everything about the American beau ideal. This can only redound to his detriment at the polls.

This is not the time to slack up, but there is good reason to take heart.
Do not give up the fight. We can win yet.

Canadians Get It Dept:

GHOST OF A FLEA HAS BEEN on a real roll here lately. And right neighborly, too, bucking us up for the fight to come. Wednesday’s dose.

Remember that liberty is transnational, too.

Doitagain Doitagain - HARDER! HARDER!

–Jeffrey Nihart

It’s All in the Wrist

ALBEIT ONLY SEMI-RELEVANT to Flea’s key point here.

You Wanna See What

BULLSHIT LOOKS LIKE? Well, here you go.

In our day these economic truths have become accepted as self-evident. We have accepted, so to speak, a second Bill of Rights under which a new basis of security and prosperity can be established for all–regardless of station, race, or creed.

Among these are:

The right to a useful and remunerative job in the industries or shops or farms or mines of the nation;

The right to earn enough to provide adequate food and clothing and recreation;

The right of every farmer to raise and sell his products at a return which will give him and his family a decent living;

The right of every businessman, large and small, to trade in an atmosphere of freedom from unfair competition and domination by monopolies at home or abroad;

The right of every family to a decent home;

The right to adequate medical care and the opportunity to achieve and enjoy good health;

The right to adequate protection from the economic fears of old age, sickness, accident, and unemployment;

The right to a good education.

Now. You don’t need to take my word for it. Just perform this simple analysis? What is it that all of these — scorn quotes — “rights” have in common? Class? Class? Beuller? All right. Dolly.

They’re not free-standing?

That’s an odd description. Go ahead.

The right t’ life dun’t require somebody t’ pervide somethin’ to ya. Ya exist. Yer alive. Nobody hasta do anything t’ allow ya t’ exercise that right. It’s free-standing.

The so-called “rights” in that wackadoo Second Bill of Rights all mean somebody’s gotta provide somethin’ fer you. In order fer you t’ exercise yer right t’ a job, there hasta be a job provided. You c’n have a right ta work, and you can make your own job or work at a job on offer. But as soon as you make the job the thing you have a right to, yer ‘nfringin’ on th’ rights of private property ‘n’ freedom of association of the person providing the job.

And, to Donald Duck to you the absurd one, if not enough jobs are on offer to provide all comers with one, then the gummint would haveta force someone to provide enough to make up the shortfall. Which basically means the provider becomes a slave to government.

Alla th’ rights you got there ‘r the same. They demand th’
infringement of ind’vidjal rights, and c’n get pretty oppressive pretty damned quick.


GLEN BECK! GLEN BECK! asks John McCain on Tuesday, “What’s wrong with socialism?”

And McCain seemed clueless. He offered a bunch of policy-wonk boilerplate.

Here’s the bumper sticker:


OK? Socialism forces individuals into servitude to others. FORCES. SERVITUDE. It’s slavery to the state. It’s one big infringement on individual liberty and rights.

That’s all you need to know to vote against socialists.

You Gotta Work, But Still

IT’S KINDA SAD TO read this headline. (Led Zeppelin To Tour, Record Without Plant?)

I just happen to have read recently the “official” bio of the band from the “Complete Studio Recordings” boxed set. Almost the first thing said about the history of the band is that Jimmy Page heard Plant sing and wondered why the kid was obscure — not already famous.

I can understand Plant’s desire to nurture his solo career. He’s doing pretty well. I can also understand the band’s desire to continue to work as a unit.

But… Isn’t it a bit of a sacrilege to replace Robert Plant with another singer?

Oh, And Popeye’s?

I MENTIONED IN the post about the blogmoot that I stopped at Popeye’s for fried chicken.

Ten PM on a Sunday night, right before closing time, me clueless about their menu, them eager to get out the door, whatever was left on the heat table after a long shift…

Beat. The. Colonel. Out. Of. KFC. And Lee’s. And Banquet.

Might have been the hunger, so I’m going back to test it sometime soon, but, it was the best not-home-cooked fried chicken I’ve ever had.

Might that explain their popularity?

It might.

Flash! Word Press

FUGGLES UP millions of blog with “update.”

And they wonder why experienced bit jockeys don’t trust Web aps.

Is It Just Me or Does

THE OBAMA ASSASSINATION plot thing have a stench of burning Reichstag about it?

No basis, understand, just…


I question the timing. ‘Kay?

In the Third Hour on Monday

RUSH IS ASKING, “Where is this reverb coming from when Obama speaks?”

Easy, Rush. He’s speaking to halls that are less than full. If you have a full hall, you need to add reverb at the PA. But in an empty hall — with no warm bodies to absorb the sound — it bounces back from the walls and seats.

Any rocker knows that.

Did You Ever Get The Feeling

YOU’RE NOT PART OF the demographic the thing is aimed at?

(Hat tip: Doug M at KisP.)

Posting from the Blog Moot

AFTER DINNER AND during drinks and conversation. Not much compos mentis for writing. Here’s a pic.

Update: Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.

I managed, despite directions from the natives this time, to once again get lost getting out of Dodge — er, Indy, I mean. Out 38th Street until you hit the beltway. Easy, right? Not for me. Once I hit the next county east, it finally occurred to me that I musta missed the turn. Stopped and — wait for it — asked for directions. But then, disregarded the directions and, as I was now oriented, I went the way I thought was best. I.E., the opposite one from the one my interlocutor had recommended.

But I got back to 465 South, found the exit to Cincinnati (this time), and headed home. As has been reported elsewhere, a front or a back or something blew through or across or over the state of Indiana around seven-ish, with gusts up to Warp Factor Ten, Mr. Sulu. As I tooled along looking for my missing interchange, I got crosswinds that blew me all over the road (as the old joke goes). There was a steady stream in a cross wind of leaves and other debris (and, out in the county, leaves and stalks from corn fields) zipping across the road. Once I got onto I-74 headed east, it got even heavier. (Though there was a while there when I hoped I’d outrun the front.) Some rain showers made life interesting by streaking the windshield and scattering oncoming headlights into a headache-inducing glare. A lot of the debris looked scarily like running wild animal. And, then again, the deer carcass in the middle of the road looked an awful lot like some stationary debris.

Except for the blood, guts, and gore.

Right. Except for that. As I was pulling into the lone rest area along the route Indy-to-Cincy, I got spooked by a particularly solid-looking plastic bag that I swore for just enough of an instant to hit my brakes was a rabbit or something similar.

Not weather I would have wished to be out in on a two-wheeler. Glad Roberta was home by the time it blew through.

And it followed me into Cincinnati. As I rounded the Lytle Tunnel and headed up the I-71 through the Deer Creek area, I saw leaves and small branches skittering across the pavement in swirling winds. I stopped at Popeye’s for some fried chicken (being too tired and lazy to fix a home-cooked dinner), and got home about three hours after departure. Toni’s answered my “Made it safely” call with, “About time!”

And one of our garbage cans was (is) at the bottom of the steps in the breezeway.

Gee. Wonder how it got that name.

I gave it to it.


Shouldn’t it be obvious?

Blog meet. Much fun. Lotsa laughs traded on myriad subjects. Get a bunch of gunnies together and most of them’ll be mostly conservative or libertarian of some stripe (but not, in this crowd (thank Grid), card-carrying LPUSA members). So you can imagine that most of the jokes were at the expense of leftists. As it should be.

Roberta has the rollcall, so I won’t try to recapitulate that. The picture above was the result of my attempt to catch Breda taking a picture of her Scotch eggs. I should point out that ONLY Breda failed to think it a good picture, so we jollied her into accepting the fait accompli of its posting. And as a reward for good sportswomanship, I shared some recent pictures of Loki with her, which made her feel a little better.

And I just noticed, looking at the above picture of blogresses, that Tam once again has lazors locked. She’s good that way.

Oh! Also! Say something nice about Breda’s white streak, please. I was so clueless as to not notice the change. Shame on me.

Halfway Down the Comments

TO A POST AT Althouse and still nobody’s noticed about this canard that they tried something similar with Bush.

“Blah-blah-blah… won’t admit he’s wrong … blah-blah-blah … won’t take advice from leading figures in the [world|adminstration|bureacracy] … and blah-blah-blah.”

Bullshit. Piss off. Sour grapes. Quitcher whingeing and grow a pair.

What they really want to say (call it — oh, I don’t know — code words?) is that he|she|it — the speaker, the (scorn quotes) “anonymous source” — feels snubbed because his|her|its advice has not been taken. Or has been flat-out ignored.

If journalists weren’t the crybaby tattletales they are themselves, they wouldn’t fall for this drama-queen BS, whether the source was anonymous or thundering boozily from the well of the Senate. But since they are, they do, and this is why intelligent people pay them so little regard.

Not Generally a Big Fan of

WRITING ASSIGNMENTS because, well, I crash and burn too often. The hunt for inspiration somehow turns into some kind of a medieval European quest fantasy with D&D-style tokens and suchlike to gather up and carry along to the goal of marrying the princess…

Sort of like now.

Er… Yeah. Just like now.

But every once in awhile — also sort of like now — one smacks you across the face like a well-swung 2×4 and you just have to respond.

Wouldn’t that count as inspiration?

Why… Yes, Dolly. I do believe it would.

OK, then. Quit with the vamp-until-ready and cut to the hook.


A lady I admire greatly has done me a signal honor. Goodmistress Breda — of the Fallacy, yes, the naughty-shooty librarian herself — has awarded me (and this is all on the up-and-up) the Superior Scribbler award.

(Clicky the Piccy to be taken for an explanation of the award.)

And, according to the form of the thing, I must now in my turn, award the same to five more bloggers — writers of excellence in my estimation — (and, one presumes, not previously recognized for this award), and link to them.

This is the hard part. How to choose? As though my circle of acquaintance in the blogosphere is anywhere near dispositive.

Oh, well, just pick your favorites from the blogroll.

Yeah. That should be easy.

(Famous last words.)

::scrolls through blogroll:: Nope, already been… Nope, it would be presumptuous… Hmm. This is harder than I thought.

Aha! A two-fer!

First nomination, a tie: two of my co-conspirators at Eternity Road, Francis W. Porretto, for his muscular prose, thoughtful posts, lively humor, relentless logic in the pursuit of the light, and his energetic encouragement of other bloggers. And Duyen Ky — a.k.a. Fetiche Nouvelle — for her sprightly prose, her unflinching confrontation of evil and stupidity, her inspiring entrepreneurial spirit, for the steel that brought her out of slavery and halfway around the world to make a new life, and for her gentle but uncompromising tweaking of Fran. Watch who both of them nominate. I’ll guarantee you their choices will surprise and delight you and you will more than likely discover new frequent stops on your daily travels through the blogosphere.

Third nomination: Mr. Nicholas Packwood, Ghost of a Flea, who manages the same ecclectic selection of material I strive for but never seem to achieve, who has a writing style that is easy on the inner ear but never soporific, and a wicked sense of humor. Sorry: humour. The Flea is a Canadian, but seems to understand — to grok in the truest sense of the original Martian — the American political scene better than so many Americans — and virtually the entire American Left. And anybody who has a crush on Alyson Hannigan has my sympathy — er, is alright by me.

Fourth: Joe Huffman, who blogs The View From North Central Idaho, as well as trenchant observations of the political scene from the perspective of a well-trained and -experienced gunny. Joe always seems to have the bons mots for the moment, whereas I generally have the esprit d’escalier.

And finally but not last or least — I could go on for awhile like this, but I’m limited to five: Frank W. James of Corn, beans, spent brass, an empty page and a deadline…. Frank writes well and muscularly on myriad subjects. He reminds me in some ways of Ernest Hemmingway, and I’m not just saying that to suck up. If you are an aspiring scribbler, you could do worse than to observe and learn from Farmer Frank. He writes about what he knows and he knows a lot about some damned interesting stuff.

And now, the fine-print. First: The Rules:
Every Superior Scribbler will name 5 other Super Scribblers.If you are named you must link to the author & the name of the blog that gave you the award. Then you must display the adorable award and link to THIS POST, which explains the award. The same post also allows you to add your link. Then they will have a record of all the people who are Super Scribblers!

Breda: I am so buying you a beer Sunday. You and Mike better show or I’m drinking it, too.

Speaking of l’esprit d’escalier, I realize that I should add that I could go on for some while adding names to this list because — having got up a head of steam — I realize how many stellar individuals there are in my blogroll — that being the what of the why they are there.

Sung to the Tune of

“BREAKING THE LAW” — Doing the Math, doing the math, doing the math.

(And this is math, as opposed to arithmetic.)

News reports aver that That Obama has garnered $150 million in contributions during September.

More-recent news reports inform us that the Obama campaign may be accepting … erm … invalid credit-card charges, through the disabling of address verification security protocols.

Solving for x, we arrive at the probable conclusion (assign your own value between zero and one) that some significant portion of that $150M will be charged back.

One wonders if the merchant service will also assess penalties. They do for small businesses in the <$250K /annum brackets.

Confucius On A Stick, People!

RENT A FRIGGENDO clue! All the hoo-ra over la Palin’s wardrobe trunk is persiflage. Don’t. Engage!

But ya know…

I’m enough of a contrarian to wonder how it would have flown if they hadn’t made the national political club makeover on her. I mean, it’s not like she didn’t dress attractively before, it just didn’t suit the snooty taste of Park Avenue — about which who gives a schiudemmo?

See! The Canadians Get It

WELL, ONE DOES Our very own Flea — Nicholas Packwood himself. Ayers is a traitor. And, I should remind folk, there is no statute of limitations on treason — thus vitiating Obama’s “I was only 8 years old when he did those despicable acts” dodge. Once a traitor, always a traitor. And treason is such a perfidious crime that there can be no redemption from it. That’s why it’s a capital crime.

The Weather Underground planned to exterminate 25 million of their political opponents in death camps to be established once their revolution was complete. To Obama, this is a babysitter resume material. Still think I am joking about him being the Antichrist? Already his party is engaged in systematic fraud, its allies using every trick to distort the election and the man is cheered on by his friends and relatives in the Umma as his supporters engage in lawfare and domestic terror against his political opponents both within the Democratic party and against a nation of sleeping Republicans.

Arm yourselves.

I’m Sure You’ve Noticed, But

IT STRIKES ME with singular strength at the moment that the Democrats really reveal just how desperate they are when they try to tie their every opponent to George Bush. As McCain (and Rush) have noted on several occasions, Bush isn’t running. This looks to me like an acknowledgement that the Democrats can’t really stand up against their actual opponents, so they make a straw man of the opponent they’d rather run against.

So You Wonder if I’m

BEING OVER-THE-TOP when I say that Democrats are ipso facto stupid. (Or, as Ann Coulter puts it, if Democrats had any brains, they’d be
Republicans.) Check this, then.

Maybe they just can’t conceive the notion that anybody would ever disagree with them.

And this is different than stupid… how, exactly?

Obama’s Problem With

AYERS AND DOHRN and the rest of his despicable krewe of supporters, mentors, and marionettists isn’t so much that of “guilt by association” as it is a matter of what it reveals about his beliefs. I mean, you don’t start out your career with people who aren’t simpatico to you, now do you?

Eric Schie lays it out for you.

Clue for the Autodelusional

LEFT: “Code words” are code for “I want to raise a stink where there’s no substantial reason to. So I’m going to make up a bogus connection and claim it’s a sign of a concealed motive.”

Folk on the right don’t use code words; we say what we mean. The self-deluding, mendacious leftist is the one who uses “code words.” Comes from having to lie for several generations in order to conceal your political aims — for fear they’d be resoundingly rejected, were the truth to be told. (Which they would.)

A 10-Second Interview with…


MURTHA: My constituents are racists.

DOLLY: But, yeah, they elected you.

MURTHA: Well, I’m white.

DOLLY: But, wow!, you’re a Democrat.

MURTHA: And your point is…?

What Do They Call It

WHEN SOMEONE TAKES on false coloration in order to cast doubt on his enemy’s arguments, seemingly from said enemy’s part?

What species of pettifoggery? What logical or argument fallacy?

How must we deride the fools who claim to contend from the right to contend that Heller is inconsistent with conservative or libertarian jurisprudence, not because it was insufficiently loyal to the text of the Constitution and did not bear down with the desired absolutism
— taking literally and as holy writ the phrase “shall not be infringed” but because, like Roe v. Wade, the majority in Heller did not take the wishes of the people’s representatives into account when interpreting a document which lays proscriptions on said representatives?

Um… Alger? Hel-LO! New York Times?

And your point is…?

Come back to me on this when you have three real, reliable sources.

Look Ma, No Wires!

I AM BLOGGING from the living room. Wirelessly.

Whoop-di-twang! Welcome to the 21st Century.

I Can’t Disagree WIth

ORSON SCOTT CARD in his rant of a couple weeks ago at World Watch. He excoriates the legacy partisan press for its blatent journalistic malpractice — in specific over the Phony Mae / Fraudie Mac atrocity, but in general over its utter refusal to tell the truth when the truth appears to damage a leftist politician or sacred cow.

At the same time, I can’t get too worked up about it.

There never was a halcyon time when the press was composed of honest broekrs of information struggling to bring the truth to their readers. I submit to you that it is impossible for a human being to be objective. So it behooves us all to accept that our informers are biased and to take their biases into account. I find the plainly socialist Guardian UK to be a more reliable source of information — even when they lie, I can find it out or figure it out quite readily by reading between the lines — than a putatively “objective” source unaware of its own prejudices.

Fargin Socialists!

DARLING RACHEL POINTS TO a story that’s been floating for a couple of days about the old lady here in the Tristate who was rousted by the bulls for keeping — and refusing to return — a football that strayed onto her property.

I agree with Rachel’s take. The parents of the kids whose football did the straying — who called the cops, fer cripessake — ought to be under arrest for filing a false report, misuse of police resources, and encouraging criminal behavior in a minor — to whit: trespassing and socialist tendencies.

And horsewhipped in the town square as a lesson for the others.

Me, I blame the teachers’ union for promulgating Dewey-ite — scorn qutoes — “progressive” nonsense instead of the proper respect for private property and the rights of others they should be teaching.

Maybe you should take heart from the fact that it was enough of an outrage to be news.

Possibly. But I get the impression that the outrage is mostly directed at the old lady whose property rights have been violated, rather than on her behalf at the miscreants who have harrassed her.

Calling Bullshit on


(Hat tip: Insty).

…there are activists on both sides of the aisle that would steal an election if they thought they could get away with it…

Not true. Or, well, so carefully weasel-worded it probably is true, but conveys a false impression, so I’m calling bullshit.

There may very well be some Republican out there who “would steal” an election. But there are myriad Democrats out there who have stolen elections. Every time in living memory that there have been substantive allegations made of election tampering, ballot-box stuffing, ballot forgery, vote buying, voter fraud, turnout suppression, official malfeasance, disenfranchisement, registration fraud, and so-forth, it has been Democrats in the box. The entire campaign armamentarium of the Democrat party is founded in fraud, deceit and trickery.

So, let’s not have this “everybody does it” bullshit. Democrats do it. They have to. They have to lie, cheat, steal, or kill to get elected because if their public policy prescriptions were honestly aired, and their candidates honestly copped to them, there wouldn’t be a Democrat elected coatroom attendant at the VFW hall anywhere in this country.

Political Ennui

DESPITE MY APPARENT policy-wonkishness, I’m not really a political animal. I would far prefer to be left alone to tend my own vine and fig tree. Trouble is, the bastards won’t leave you alone. They have you in this trap whereby if you don’t participate, they make you pay worse than if you do. Look at what they did to Microsoft. And, by extension, the rest of us.

(Do you think the bursting of the dot-com bubble would have been anywhere near as bad or sudden if it weren’t for the Clinton DOJ’s persecution of Microsoft for the non-participation in the lobbying game? Step over here, m’boy. Have you ever considered transportation infrastructure real estate as an investment vehicle? There’s this neat device called a bridge. Vital link. Fairly low-tech as things go. Easy to build, but limited availability nonetheless. A significant high long-term return on investment. I know of one on the East Coast that’s about to become available. For a small remuneration of the ready, I’m sure I could get you in on the ground floor, as it were.)

I truly do believe as the founders did that the people of a polity have the right — the duty, even — to remove an overweening government, by force of arms if no other means suffices. The bitch of it is in the execution.

At times like these, near the end of a long and vicious campaign, I get burned out on it all. I just want to go away and pretend it doesn’t exist. I’m sick of the lies, the petty destructions, the patently evil motives for dastardly deeds. I’m so disappointed in my fellow citizens that they appear to be swallowing whole the tissue of lies and false promises put forth by the left hand. Despite the worst efforts of the partisan legacy press, the signs are out there for anyone to read. You don’t have to be an investigative reporter to understand that Barack Obama is not only unqualified to be President, he is a dangerous man on the basis of his policy prescriptions, and let alone his associations, influences, and mentors — a more perfidious and treacherous crew it would be hard to imagine.

How did we come to this state?

And then, I realize. This is their aim — to so dispirit the opposition, to (in the words of Dan O’Neill) “baffle them with bullshit” by spreading so many outrageous and palpable lies so quickly as to render all defense against the aggregate hopeless. They want to beat you by defeating you in spirit before you’ve even engaged.

Then again, it might not work.

Remember: the real fight happens in the privacy of the voting booth on election day. Until then, it’s all a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury — signifying nothing.

Powell Endorses

YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN back when Powell was having trouble deciding which party’s banner to run under for President that he was a trimmer. You should have known when he worked from his power base at State to undermine the President’s policies that he was a disloyal SOB. So it shouldn’t surprise you at all that he’d endorse for President a rampant socialist who threatens to destroy the country and that he’d do so solely on the basis of skin color.

(Aside: Why do we consider Barack Obama to be black? It would have anything to do with the recent socio-political privileging of that “social construct” as worthy of bias in its favor and as immune from criticism?)

What I find somewhat amusing is that, when Powell was a member of the Bush administration and engaged in policy actions that thwarted leftists’ aims, he was considered a “house nigger.” But now, it’s OK, because he’s endorsed That One.

You should never expect consistency from a leftist.

True enough. The Dylanologist has it right when he avers

It’s been well known for years that Powell leaned toward the left on most domestic issues, and this charade of continuing to call Powell a “respected Republican” is wearing more than a little thin.


NOT ONLY POSTED on Caturday (albeit barely), but also taken on Caturday — mostly.

This is Loki. He looks sweet and innocent, but he be king of gettin’ inta shit.

Rommie and Belle had fun watching birds today. Belle makes this noise in her throat that sounds like a flock of birds chattering in the distance. I think it’s auditory camouflage. “Oh, no. There’s no cat here. Just a bunch of birds.”

All of the cats hate the flash, but I wasn’t flashing here. Siamon is just camera-shy, I guess.

Cats sleep 20 hours a day, you know. This is Siamon, Murphy, and Rommie on the orange chair in the living room.

Belle. “Watch the birdie, Belle!”

My Rom-doll. She’s hard to photograph, because her coat is so dark. I’ve discovered a trick that helps. She is very sweet-natured. Not nearly so evil as her markings make her expression seem.

I’ve Decided

BUT PLEASE DO TAKE THIS WITH a grain or ten thousand of salt.

I think McCain/Palin will win on November 4, and the electoral count will be a blowout. The map will resemble en large, if not in detail, the one from AOL that Kim du Toit has on his blog Friday.

The Family Becomes A

STATISTIC. Listening to the morning show on 55KRC Friday morning, I heard Officer Tammy Skelley, delivering the Crimestoppers Bad Guy of the Week segment. In doing so, she alluded to a fatal shooting that had occurred the night before.

Yeah, I thought with mild surprise. I guess that would be in the news, wouldn’t it?

Thursday night, the house phone rang. Toni answered. It was Number One Daughter. Her siggo’s cousin had been shot and killed. No further details — none really needed. It was no doubt this was the death to which Officer Skelley was referring. Watching a tivo’d drama from Thursday on Friday, I saw the news tease the story as well.

We didn’t really know the young man in question. The relation is rather vague, as there isn’t a marriage between NOD and her significant other, only two beautiful daughters — our granddaughters. Not inlaws, so much as out-laws.

Nevertheless, it does hit home — there are people out there who consider it right and good to make an aggressive (as opposed to a defensive) use of firearms. And the victim being someone you know — however distantly — strengthens the impact.

This Meme Needs to Be Spread


When Democrats try to compare their welfare-state plans to Robin Hood, they need to be brought up short.

The facts of the matter (if facts can be applied to a myth) are that Robin Hood and his merrye band stole not just from the rich, but from the government. (And from churchmen operating as quasi-governmental entities.) And they then redistributed their gains to those from whom it was stolen by said government.

Robin Hood was a tax-cutter.

If the Democrats are analogous to anyone in the Robin Hood legends, it is to the oppressive government, embodied by the evil Sherriff of Nottingham and Bad King John. The government taxed the English into penury to support a vast network of public works — roads and military fortifications, mostly — and an opulent life-style for a few chosen elites. IF any of their ill-gotten wealth did manage to trickle down to the poor, it was spent in aid of keeping them in serfdom, chained to the land and the lord of it. Sort of like the way the Democrat party treats blacks.

Cross-posted at Eternity Road.

We Pause to Take Note

OF THE FACT THAT the Microsoft “Mohave” ads seem to focus on how pretty the display is in Vista — which I don’t think anyone denies — and utterly ignores the despicable behavior of an operating system that denies intellectual property owners the right copy their own work. (Or, at least, makes the process a faulty pain in the ass.)

And Now, This Reminder

IN THE MIDST OF YOUR panic attack. Gasoline on the Avenue was selling for $2.859 for regular at Mobil and Shell.

No longer, I don’t think, an all-time high.

I don’t suppose that might have anything to do with effect of the expiration of the offshore drilling ban on the futures market?

Or is it an inconvenient truth that the markets observe what the government does and act accordingly to their own self interests?

I’ve Never Been A Big Fan

OF BOB DYLAN. Except for Nashville Skyline, I found his stuff mostly impenetrable — preferring melody first and lyrics second. What always disappointed me was that nearly anybody’s presentation of his (undeniably great) material is better than his original. (And, yes, I do include Guns ‘n’ Roses’ “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door.”)

Instead, my first, childhood exposure to pop folk singers (if that’s not a contradiction in terms) was Peter, Paul, & Mary. Then, when I “grew up,”
it was — for me — Gordon Lightfoot.

I suspect it was more a matter of good timing than anything. He hit the big time down here in the lower 48 with “If You Could Read My Mind” at just the time I fell face-first in love big time for the first time. And the timing was perfect. I bought my copy of the album it was on right before the record company changed the name (it was originally titled Sit Down Young
) and right after the single made such a big splash on Top 40 radio, launching Gord from beloved Canadian icon to international superstar.
My sweetie of the time could have been one of the girls Gord wrote about — Lavender or Susan or Linda.

So, it was with much joy that I discovered that Doc Mercury is running a week-long GordFest over at Maggie’s Farm.

I’ll be the first to admit that folk music is an acquired taste. And, since there is a good deal of emphasis on lyrics, it requires a bit more attention to be paid to it as opposed to your typical bubblegum wallpaper pop music. BUT… if you’re thinking “folk music equals John Denver,” and aren’t familiar with Gord, you’re in for a bit of a shock.

Or not.

I thought you liked Gord. I caught you rockin’ out to “Don’t Beat Me Down” the other day.

Well, yeah. But — like you said: acquired taste. And shocking? Not so much.

No, I only meant in contrast to syrupy sweet stuff like John Denver (PBUH). Well, even that’s not fair. Denver was good at what he did. He just had such a pretty voice. Gord’s stuff has big hairy balls by comparison.

I mean, I can’t picture John Denver — “Muhlenberg County” notwithstanding — singing this:

When he was a man
My father would stand
I never saw him run
There wasn’t anyone could make the man bend
And the strength of his will was a tool of his trade
And he did his work well
‘Til the Powers That Be took a liking to him
And they traded his body for a cold empty shell…

And, where so many singer-songwriters come off a little polished and take on a practiced air as a part of their personna, Gord always managed to make it look easy while also conveying a sense of wonder — less like he was phoning it in and more like he was exploring all this stuff for the first time himself and loving every minute of it. No morose whingeing for this guy, just honest celebrations of life. Even the more-in-sorrow-than-in-anger indictment of the Big Apple in “Cold Hands from New York” makes the effort to appreciate what beauty there can be even in the ugliest city in the world, even though…

I came down from Albany to New York to find what I’d been missin’
I looked across the river to the city where the windows all stood glistenin’
I stood listenin’
There were prophets in the squares and people there who smiled and said forget it
There were lovers in the park and there was danger in the dark, I felt it
So afraid of it
There were preachers of the word and poets who were never heard
I heard them
There were those who would not try to learn the measure of the lie
They’re livin’
I heard a young musician play in a place where they paid you not to listen
I heard a woman scream for help while men stood by and offered their best wishes
That’s how it is

It was too unreal for me
I found no one who trusted me
There was no man could offer me
A cold hand from New York

Sad to report, his health hasn’t been the greatest here lately. He’s on tour at the moment, but you never know when it might be the last time. If you get a chance, take it.

Hey, Barry!

WHEN YOU SAY YOU WANNA “spread the wealth around,” I want you to remember: that’s my wealth you’re talking about, Mr. Grabby. I worked hard for it. I earned it. And you say I should support your desire to take it away from me — to take more of it away from me (and by force) than you already do — and give it to somebody who has not worked for it, has not earned it? Guess again.

This Just Made Me

THINK OF BREDA who has that whole squid eek-squick-eek thing going on.

Awww. Ainnee cute?!

Listening to Sarah!

ON RUSH ON TUESDAY it occurs to me that, when people wish someone like Rush were to run for office, and when (for the sake of discussion) Rush, for example, says, “I could never get elected because I’d tell the truth,” what you’re seeing and hearing from Sarah! is exactly that truth. And that’s what delights so about her to people who are jaded and weary of internecine party politics. She’s speaking truth to power and it makes the powerful nervous. She’s real, genuine, a happy warrior, and that threatens the cynical and morose. She’s not trying to couch her truths in terms palatable to the center as defined by the Northeast Establishment bubbleheads, because her truths are the truths of the great American center — the real center, not the faux left-leaning center that the chattering classes and the Democrat party would like you to perceive.

People Who Buy Into

THE FALSE FLAG OPERATIONS of the Obamamedia and myrmidons in the nutroots Left have to either be dupes or fellow travelers themselves or have simply not been paying attention since … well, forever. For all of living memory, the Democrat party has used fraud, deceit, dirty tricks, and false promises to win elections it could never win outright, fair-and-square. The whole flap over purported ejaculations from the crowds at McCain/Palin rallies is more of the same.

You have to have a tin ear for the truth, or no knowledge of the history of the various parties involved, to even think for a moment that any of this is true. Shouted imprecations and threats from a political rally? That’s just not our style. Instead, think of Rush Limbaugh’s descriptions of the behavior of the crowds at Dan’s Bake Sale, in which something on the order of 500,000 people descended on Fort Collins, Colorado, from all over the globe, and had less of a lasting impact than a crowd a tenth that size of Deadheads or peaceniks. We don’t do that. What made that fellow in Waukesha so remarkable is that he is nearly unique. Spittle-flecked rage is more the Left’s forte. Not to mention the clinical projection to accuse their opponents of the behavior they themselves exhibit.

As others have often noted, it is so easy to spot these false flag operations that you have to wonder A) that they are still tried and 2) that somebody is dumb enough to fall for them. Making statements, shouting slogans that bear no resemblance to the issues and ideas that populate the debate within a community, speaking in shibboleths that reveal you to be an outsider… these all ought to make it risibly easy to avoid being taken in.

And yet, people are. And just as the provocateurs themselves, who say, “I’m 70 years old and a lifelong Republican, but I can’t buy the notion that lower taxes can be good for either the economy or Federal revenues,” reveal by their abysmal ignorance of the facts and ideas of the arguments, so, too are the carpers and cavil-eers claiming to be on the right, but spewing no few flecks of spittle of their own — aimed at our own.

Gullible idiots.

Now, it’s possible (I might accept for a couple of seconds before going…”Erm… no>”) that someone misheard and (deliberately?) misunderstood something said in jest. E.g., I recall at a Taxed-Enough rally back in the early ’90s, when Walter E. Williams was addressing a crowd here in Cincinnati, he said something along the lines of, “I’m not suggesting that we should be going door-to-door in the Capitol, making our opinions on taxes known to our Congressmen…” And I shouted out — from the crowd — “At the point of a gun!” which got the desired chuckle from both the crowd and Professor Williams. And he made a quip about “not enforcing our desires with our sporting equipment” and went on. An ignorant leftist in the crowd might not have gotten the joke.

Fools and cowards call for comity, saying such outbursts (ignoring the probability that they were either not uttered or were made by provocateurs) do our side no favors. To such I reply:

Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren, till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?

For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth — to know the worst and to provide for it. I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House?

Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with these warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land.

Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament.

Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne. In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope

If we wish to be free — if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending — if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of Hosts is all that is left us!

It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter.

Gentlemen may cry, “Peace! Peace!” — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun!

The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have?

Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God!

I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!

–Patrick Henry, March 23, 1775

You don’t win by covering up bullshit with false comity. You win by calling the bullshit.

When the Expert Doesn’t Get It

JOHN FUND, AUTHOR of Stealing Elections, on the Sean Hannity show Thursday, discussing the notion that opinion polls are heavily weighted in favor of Democrats, and attributing motives, said something to the effect of, “The reason election reform is so partisan is that nobody wants to give an inch in a country that’s so even divided.”

And it occurred to me that, if the expert on the subject is so easily gulled, what hope have we for the ordinary voter?

No. The country isn’t evenly weighted. The reason that Democrats feel they must lie, cheat, and steal to win elections is that their support, if truly known, is incredibly weak. Were the truth of their shallow voter base revealed, they would never win another election for so much as a dog catcher, and would cease to be a relevant force in American politics.

More’s the pity, because that would leave the GOP unchecked for as long as it took another party to gen up sufficient support to become effective — perhaps a generation.


Squirrelly Is Naming Names

SHOCKAH! In the Milwaukee suburb of Waukesha, Senator McCain has sealed the support of at least the conservative base by affirmatively naming the names of Barney Frank and Chris Dodd as culpable in the Phoney Mae and Fraudie Mac disaster.

Whoa! We’ve been asking for this for… years! For a Republican to stand up and speak the truth about who and what the real domestic enemies of Americans are.

I. Cannot. WAIT. To hear the weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth among the Democrats. The condemnation of McCain’s utter destruction of the comity of Congress. ::evil grin::

We should definitely enshrine in memory those audience members in Waukesha who raised their voices to elicit this reaction. Good on yer, mates!

Obama’s Still on the Talking Points

ABOUT AYERS. The same old tired talking points that have been disposed of way back. Trying to repeat the lie enough to make you think it’s truth. But his record is so thin, all we have to assess his judgment by is that he associates with enemies of America.

What else is there? That he worked with ACORN?

Fox Radio Sound Bite

FROM THE DEBATE — heard Wednesday morning drive-time —

No, I didn’t watch. My — er — my cable was out. Yeah. That’s the ticket!

…Soundbite was of Barry Whatsisname saying, “There are some things I don’t understand. I don’t understand how we ended up invading a country that had nothing to do with 9-11, while Osama Bin Laden and Al Qaeda are setting up base camps and safe havens to train terrorists to attack us.” (Quote found, BTW, at Media Matters, so if it’s wrong, blame them.)

First, let’s get this out of the way. If you don’t understand that, you have, ipso dictam, demonstrated your unfitness for office — any office. And, yes, I do mean virtually every elected Democrat in Federal office and a large portion of the bureaucracy civil service.

Second, what I don’t understand is how you can miss the fact that a regime which aided and abetted (and possibly instigated and planned) an earlier attack on the key target of the 9/11 atrocities, which was under UN sanctions following a ten-year-old cease fire agreement which it had honored more in the breach, which was suspected with high confidence of possessing or pursuing weapons of mass destruction and was, indeed, subject to a UN inspections regime which it was taking every opportunity to hinder, which it was pretty clear was supporting terrorists generally (see: $25,000 bonus paid to the families of suicide bombers in Israel)…

How you can miss the fact that this is the veriest definition of “Low. Hanging. Fruit?”


Now, I’m not saying Obama’s stupid — for all he is. I’m saying that, when you nitpick and pettifog a grand strategy over a detail which is, at best, semi-relevant, you’re displaying evidence of ulterior motives. You make it sound like you’re on the other side.

So get this — once and for all. The 9/11/01 atrocities were and are NOT the reason we took up this cudgel, this war against Islamofascist extremists — which some of us still maintain is more broadly a war of civilization against the political plague called Islam. It was the point at which we said, “BASTA! ENOUGH! We’ve HAD it with you rag-heads and your spittle-flecked, rage-driven, mad-dog attacks on everyone and everything. You want to die for the glory of Allah? Allow us to oblige you. You WILL stop your insanity, or you WILL die, and you will NOT accomplish your ends. Ever. Period. End of discussion.”

You will note that, looked at in this light, Saddam had far more than enough to answer for to justify the exercise in Iraq.

Well, Ol’ Remus Has Another

EDITION OF The Woodpile Report up. And there’s something
new. He’s got permalinks.

::Dolly does naked happy dance:: Yaaaayyyyy!

And, since I was one of those oh-so-subtly agitating to get him to add
them to his fine site, it would be downright churlish of me not to use one of them.

I’m not claiming credit, mind. I have no idea what induced the gentleman
to make the change. I’m just glad to see it.

And, just so, I don’t claim to have planned it this way, but I’m glad it
worked out like this. I cleaned out my equities-based retirement account
recently. I saw bad times coming. I knew that tax increases were like to
come, were Obama to be elected, and if I were to need the money next year,
the penalty for early withdrawal would be greater. (Well, OK, the taxes, but
you tell me the difference. From where I sit, it’s all overhead.) With the
recent plummet the markets have taken, I can just imagine what the state of
my account would have been.

Advisors have, in the past, tried to remind me that I was in this for the
long run, and that over time, the stock market always rises. (Of course,
they don’t say much about what inflation does to that rise, but leave that
for now.) But I remember 2000 and sitting through the bursting of the tech
bubble, watched my 401(k) lose half its putative value between one statement
and the next. When was I going to get that back?


Precisely. And I have been reminded of J.P. Morgan’s advice to a young
man wanting to know how to make a small fortune in the stock fortune. Morgan
said, “Start with a large fortune…”

I’m not nearly as liquid as I’d like to be, but I’m guessing I’m in the
same boat as a lot of people. I expect that, if the banks get too handsy
trying to change the rules of the game, they’re likely to draw back a bloody
stump. And, from here out, if I want to get ahead, I’m going to have to do
it the old-fashioned way. I’m going to have to earn it.