Go shopping to save your soul.
Why students don't like school. Hmm. I liked school. Maggie's is my school, for now.
Jack Kemp's enduring legacy
How to bake a trencher. I like the idea. No dishes.
Habits and vocation. Anchoress
Is exhaustion only in your head?
Always been interested in how the government subsidized the construction of suburbs with highways. Are highways a public good?
Semi-related: Amtraking the Automakers, which begins:
The odds that the federal government will ever get its hooks out of Chrysler or General Motors are slim to none, regardless what President Obama says. Why? In one word, Amtrak.
The O took a special interest in Chrysler. And, good grief, the O reads Sullivan. He'd be far more popular if he read Maggie's daily. We might remind him about freedom.
Ingraham vs. Feldt. See, this is how it's done
The mob is still after the terrifying Sarah Palin
Demography update: Northern Europeans having more babies, Russia having fewer
People are tiring of the global warming alarmism. What next?
Media bias, charted at Will.
Related, MSM press as lap dog or pit bull? I found this amazing:
One of my clients was directly threatened by the White House and in essence compelled to withdraw its opposition to the deal under the threat that the full force of the White House Press Corps would destroy its reputation if it continued to fight.
More on cap and trade as nothing but a covert tax
More on capitalism and the culture wars. Dr. Sanity
Another Steyn masterpiece. A quote:
The theater of thoughtfulness is critical to the president's success. He has the knack of appearing moderate while acting radical, which is a lethal skill. The thoughtful look suckered many of my more impressionable conservative comrades last fall, when David Brooks and Christopher Buckley were cranking out gushing paeans to Obama's "first-class temperament" temperament being to the Obamacons what Nick Jonas' hair is to a Tiger Beat reporter. But the drab reality is that the man they hail Brooks & Buckley, I mean; not the Tiger Beat crowd is a fantasy projection. There is no Obama The Sober Centrist, although it might make a good holiday song:
"Obama The Sober Centrist
Had a very thoughtful mien
And if you ever saw it
You would say it's peachy keen
"
Image: How Bouguereau got that picture of me in the woods in 1873 I do not know. Thanks, Berkshire guy. I will add it to the family photo album.
