We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Judge Richard Posner thinks the proposed Consumer Financial Protection Agency Act of 2009 goes overboard in trying to protect consumers from themselves. Better to treat them — us — as "consenting adults."
Why do people in government think we citizens are idiots? ...but maybe we are, if we voted for these jokers.
What is it with these so-called policy gurus? Knowing little or nothing about how health care really works, they haul out the bromides and throw around statistics based on taking small numbers and projecting them across large populations, to come up with scary percentages which then echo around the web and inside the hollow heads of the parrots in media newsrooms. Oh, and our politicians then use this crapola to formulate policies, which always end up having massive unintended consequences and which never achieve the results promised. Newt’s a pretty bright guy — generally a far better idea man than a politician — but he’s whiffing at softballs thrown slowly, by and large, with this one.
So what’s my gripe? Where do I begin? How about at the beginning?
Here's a safe political prediction: Despite all the innovative e-mobilization and ad campaigns and town halls and community organizing, the August recess will not produce any effective groundswell of popular support for Obama's health care reform.
Related: Prof Gates has a summer home in Oak Bluffs on Martha's Vineyard, which is the village the O wanted to vacation in too. Many do not know that Oak Bluffs has been a favored summer spot for affluent black Americans for a century. Martha's Vineyard also still has a good population of Wampanoag indians, mostly in the Gay Head area.
When Ezra Klein in that linked article says that he's not morally condemning meat eating, but that he'd prefer that the government do something to help us eat a more virtuous diet, he's morally criticizing us and at the same time arguing we should put one more entire sphere of personal autonomy - a sphere he just characterized as moral - under government control. If you have ever watched a child grow, as they mature they seek independence, they do not crave dependence and authority unless they are badly raised or emotionally defective. The Democrats, on the other hand, encourage dependency on government and believe that no sphere of human endeavor should be beyond government control.
At this point, I don't disagree with modern liberals, so much as I despise them.
Great analogy with a kid growing up seeking independence. My best friend of almost a lifetime pays little attention to politics but absorbs bits of it from his surroundings near Denver and Boulder. In a typical email about music and a concert he'd been to, I wrote back and ended with a funny, facetious remark about Obama. His response was immediate and scathing. The insults were so off-beat and maniacal that I just gasped. This guy is my best best friend.
I'm with you. I now despise liberals who have chosen to keep the horse blinders on. We're engaged in The Uncivil War.
I love the wording "The Uncivil War"
Your bests friends are the ones who volunteer to help you move.
How's the wacky lawn mower? Ron gave you some great ideas where possible troubles could be. I think its those damn stilettos you wear while cutting your lawn. The imbalance probably causes the float in the carburetor to accelerate and decelerate.
I'll let you have some of my sheep but don't you dare give them any baked beans. You big cow tipper. Hope you are well and safe, bella
My darling sheep meister.... thank you for your caring words. I don't have the kind of friends who can lift heavy objects. I had to hire four big honkin' rednecks to move me last time, and all four were upstairs in different rooms and one of them farted and another said from a distant room, "I heard that!." They were funnin' and movin' and not paying any mind where I was, and they went into my bedroom to take apart my queen size four-post teester bed. They got real quiet and I wondered what they were doing when I heard one of them squeal, "Ow..ow..do stop! No, yes.. it hurts so good!" After they started hauling the bed down, they acted differently to me... kind of blushing and snorting at the same time. I went up after they were done and there where my bed had been was a riding crop. It had been under the bed forever, left from my hunting days. I had no idea it was there. sheeesh!
I sure appreciated all the lawn mower help I received here. I have to run some dry gas through it now. I need the stilettos because while I am tall enough, I am too much of a lightweight to push that mower up hills, and the heels give me stick-it power. Try it. You'll just luv them so!
I don't care for any sheep, thank you. I want to save our planet, and I am afraid PETA will get me because my sheep will all be tipped-over, four-to-the-sky because that's just too fun. Besides, I have enough doo-doo in my yard with two pit bulls, a husky, and a Yorkie. Gettin' that off my heels is a bitch.
I will think of you this weekend, you precious angel.