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.
I tend to agree with Jay at Wizbang. No rules, and all transparent. Meanwhile the Hsu story gets worse. Major story there, but don't expect the NYT to highlight it. Somebody with free time needs to find out where all of that money has been coming from. The MSM cannot squelch a story these days, and the dumb Larry Craig story will pass quickly.
"Born at sea in the teeth of a gale, The sailor was a dog, and Scuppers was his name."
I had a dog named Scuppers ("Scuppie" to close friends), who died young. He was a good boy, and a far better (ie, half-competent - liked to chew birds) retriever than my current goofy but love-intoxicated pup. I am remembering him now because he died at this time of year a few years ago. (His replacement is a nephew.)
Margaret Wise Brown wrote Scuppers the Sailor Dog, along with a bunch of family favorites like Good Night, Moon: "A comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush" is how one of the splendid pups described our minivan in its usual get-to-school slovenly condition.
Brown had a hard time getting published. Glad she finally got her stuff out, and with the wonderful illos. I don't know how you could raise a kid in this world without her books: the kids just won't "get it" without her.
I see in our comments that I have a fan, or someone who claims to be. This could go to my head. Maybe a Fan Club will be next, with t-shirts and coffee mugs with my mug shot on them. I owe it all to my blessed Mother, to my wife who has always supported my efforts with never one word of criticism, to God, to my agent and, above all, to my fabulous publicist Bernie.
Find an attractive prisoner of war, bring her home, shave her head, trim her nails, and give her new clothes. Then she's yours. - Deuteronomy (Deuteronomy 21:11-13)
Find a prostitute and marry her. - Hosea (Hosea 1:1-3)
Find a man with seven daughters, and impress him by watering his flock. - Moses (Exodus 2:16-21)
Purchase a piece of property, and get a woman as part of the deal. - Boaz (Ruth 4:5-10)
Go to a party and hide. When the women come out to dance, grab one and carry her off to be your wife. - Benjaminites (Judges 21:19-25)
Have God create a wife for you while you sleep. Note: this will cost you a rib. - Adam (Genesis 2:19-24)
Agree to work seven years in exchange for a woman's hand in marriage. Get tricked into marrying the wrong woman. Then work another seven years for the woman you wanted to marry in the first place. That's right. Fourteen years of toil for a woman. - Jacob (Genesis 29:15-30)
Cut off 200 foreskins off of your future father-in-law's enemies and get his daughter for a wife. - David (I Samuel 18:27)
Even if no one is out there, just wander around a bit and you'll definitely find someone. (It's all relative of course.) - Cain (Genesis 4:16-17)
Become the emperor of a huge nation and hold a beauty contest. - Xerxes or Ahasuerus (Esther 2:3-4)
When you see someone you like, go home and tell your parents, "I have seen a woman; now get her for me." If your parents question your decision, simply say, "Get her for me. She's the one for me." - Samson (Judges 14:1-3)
Kill any husband and take his wife. (Prepare to lose four sons though). - David (2 Samuel 11)
Wait for your brother to die. Take his widow. (It's not just a good idea, it's the law). - Onan and Boaz (Deuteronomy or Leviticus, example in Ruth)
Don't be so picky. Make up for quality with quantity. - Solomon (1 Kings 11:1-3)
Photo: A potential nice wife for somebody, but she is a bit too skinny. She needs a guy who can cook.
"Hazel, dirty-blonde hair I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere. You got something I want plenty of Ooh, a little touch of your love.
Hazel, stardust in your eye You're goin' somewhere and so am I. I'd give you the sky high above Ooh, for a little touch of your love.
Oh no, I don't need any reminder To know how much I really care But it's just making me blinder and blinder Because I'm up on a hill and still you're not there.
Hazel, you called and I came, Now don't make me play this waiting game. You've got something I want plenty of Ooh, a little touch of your love."
"Hazel," from 1974's Planet Waves. The performance below is from the rehearsals for the MTV Unplugged sessions in New York in November 1994. Though the song was actually played during one of the two shows, the performance was omitted from the album.
I alert myself from my extended long-weekend holiday stupor to help with the blog and to note these items:
Al-sadr suspends Mahdi Army activities. About time. They are just killing each other and creating anarchy. Other than the fact that guns and bombs are fun, because they go boom, what's the damn point? Fight Club with live ammo? Get a life, morons... or get dead.
Colorado school bans tag. Maybe they should do needlepoint during recess. No, those needles could put an eye out. How about a nap time? Woops - that is really asking for a lawsuit. Well, how about time in class learning about the American Constitution? No, it's not PC. Well, then just send the brats home or put them to work.
Mr. Free Market is fed up with his homeland. That saddens me. He is who they need. Stand and fight - don't run. But if you want to leave, speak Spanish or wear a burkha or declare yourself a political refugee and you'll be welcome here. My advice is this: fly to Grand Cayman, deposit your life savings, then fly to Mexico (bring your Wellies and wife and laddie and gun collection), wade across the Rio Grande (remember to say "Muchas gracias, Senor border-policeman"), and hitchhike to Montana or New Hampshire. Or maybe Texas might suit you just fine. Or, if you can handle a John Deere, we might have a job of work for you on the Farm.
The Theo girl? She was in my dream, but she's too young for me. In my dream, I was young too. Back in reality, the wife wants me to join her for a rollicking ride over hill and dale, which I guess I am half-game for if she will let me ride Mickey today, but after that I want nothing but book and hammock and pool. What a great country I live in, where they let me keep half of what I earn.
There are hundreds of 'em so the game is good for at least an hour or two. Your brain will continue to generate homonyms for an hour after you quit and turn to counting Michigan license plates (assuming you are not in Michigan).
I've read this drivel a million times, and I've never seen it refer to anything that remotely fits the expression.
Posting a picture of Darwin in the comments thread of any news aggregator when somebody does something daring, or even something stupid, and then buys the farm, has become a sort of religion of its own. But it's a religion without any basis in fact. And what it really is is a kind of cowardice that wears the disguise of moral and intellectual superiority. If you never ride a bicycle without a helmet, you love to point at anyone that does and say: See, he had that coming --if they fall and hit their head. To be daring is to be stupid, and to be stupid is to be inferior. Ergo, I'm the top of the food chain by virtue of being an amoral coward.
No you're not.
This worldview is held by many who have been taught nothing for 16 years of school - and counting - but that Einstein meant everything is subjective; Schroedinger's Cat means you're not really lying when you are; glossing Hobbes means not only that all the brown people deserve to starve, but it would be useful if they did; the Cretan Paradox means anybody you don't like can be defamed; and reading Rousseau means you can have a high opinion of yourself for refusing to participate in any form of gentility related to civilization. You're not a boorish slob; you're authentic.
You're not atheists, you know. Christopher Hitchens isn't really an atheist, so I doubt you are. What you are is an ingrate. You are squatting in the house that religions built, pulling things off the wall to make fires to warm your bones, all the while chanting in your brand new version of the that old-time-worship-everything- pagan sect. You're not willing to submit yourself to the rigors of participating in a sophisticated relationship with the metaphysical, so you say that persons that contemplate the sublime are just worshipping an invisible sky pixie. It gets you right off the hook for any intellectual and moral heavy lifting.
1. Man, did we attract a lot of comments on the Are All Repubs Pervs? piece. Some entertaining and emotional comments in there. I hope our debaters will want to return to Maggie's - it's good sport. But do we have to post about perversion to get people excited? Hmmm...that's an idea.
2. Fine piece by Tigerhawk guesting at Jule's place, on New Orleans. I was even moved to leave a comment, which is something I rarely take (or have) the time to do. "Moral hazard": there's a new concept for me. I mean, I know all about regular everyday moral hazards but did not know the technical definition. If I didn't learn a lot from this here blogging nonsense, I would not bother.
3. The USA is already mentally, if not literally, on the long vacation weekend. I can see that in our stats. Even our News Junkie is AWOL. Not to worry about getting DTs - we are cheerfully on the job, although we may go a bit heavier on the re-posts, while saving some fresh ammo for September. It has not escaped my notice that our Barrister has been unusually busy from his shady poolside hammock, laptop on lap no doubt as he alternates between snoozing and posting. I can picture him now, waking with a start and a notion, jotting a few lines as his wife's horses whinny in the distance, taking a sip of his G&T, then heading back to dreamland, maybe after a lazy dip in the pool as the Farmington River lazily and quietly flows by and the Kingfishers call overhead.
Image: An old Lightning. Spent many, many hours racing them and tooling about. Watched them turn from wood to fiberglass. Nice boats with wonderfully-effective, if possibly over-powered spinnakers, but that outboard motor ruins the whole thing: God made paddles for a reason. I fondly remember days when a squall would blow through a race and 50 Lightnings with their spinnakers up on a broad reach would capsize in a minute. What a scene: a glorious and only slightly dangerous mess assuming everyone was good at underwater swimming. It is disconcerting to have a collapsed, water-laden spinnaker on your head when you are in the drink. Been there.
Our wild Black Cherries are beginning to ripen, and the trees are filled with robins with purple cherry-stained beaks. I counted 17 happy Robins in one tree this morning. Many of them still have their immature plumage.
Black Cherry is a common "pioneer tree" in New England. Some people call them "Chokecherry," but Chokecherry is a different species. Ours tend to be tall, gawky, with a brittle rust-red wood which is great for fires, smoking meat, and for furniture. Here's a low branch of one of mine. The robins have already eaten most of the ripe ones. Not edible for humans: you will choke on them.
Without changes, there will be one person paying in for every one person taking out of Social Security. How is that any different from everybody just helping out their own parents and relatives, like in the old days when people assumed responsibility for their families?
Our Yankee neighbor Viking Pundit is always attentive to the subject of Social Security's survival, but I am not sure he is right in the fundamentals. After all, there is no "trust fund." It all goes into, and comes out of, federal taxes. If Social Security really did consist of an actual fund of money, run by a government authority, you know darn well that they would invest it. Our payments to SS are, in reality, nothing more than another tax on income.
My opinion on "greedy geezer" entitlements like Medicare and Social Security? They should be means-tested. But that will never happen, because politics is nothing if not irrational - and the older folks vote. In some precincts, they even vote from their graves.
Is there anything in life that can or cannot be improved by government intrusion or take-over? Are those the key questions which are answered differently by Conservatives vs. Leftist/Statists, depending on how highly they value autonomy, enterprise, and individual freedom and the hefty burdens that go with it?
I have often asked here what argument you can make for socialized medicine that you could not make for socialized food, or car insurance, or gas, or "legal care." I am pleased that Luskin sees it the same way. It reassures me that I am possibly not crazy.
Why doctors are always late. DB says it's about money. Only partly, I think: how does one schedule for the unpredictable? Best bet is to get the first or second appt. of the morning before the schedule predictably unravels.
Prefers stress of Iraq to stress of Wall Street. Insty
How is this for a use of American jails? NYM. Sheesh.
Fred the Flirt. I am tiring of Fred. John likes him but isn't overly-impressed with his intensity. Almost everyone I know wants a new Reagan to reinvigorate the conservative message. The conservative message doesn't work unless it is delivered in an inspiring way because it is in opposition to a powerfully appealing delusion: that government is your caring parent (rather than a collection of crooked and half-crooked egomaniacs and oily opportunists, most of whom could never make it in the real world, who want to use my income to buy their jobs).
Do dog-fighting laws raise the interesting issue of libertarian vs. conservative views of the law? How about laws regarding public indecency? I think they do, and Prof B. agrees.
I am going to lie in the sun by the pool this weekend with a gin and tonic or two and give the subject a deep think, with the working biases that the Constitution's intent is to limit the power of government over localities and over the people, and that "that government which governs least, governs best." I will, no doubt, fall happily asleep before finding the magic resolution of the issue which would be quoted in all the journals had I only remained awake. In the meantime, the Prof quotes another commentator:
Update from Alex Tabarrok: "After attending dogfights it's rumored that on some nights Michael Vick would continue his bloody activities by dining on cow's flesh. No word yet on whether prosecutors will be seeking additional prison time."
Living with ambiguity is part of maturity, I am told. I'm working on that.
John O'Sullivan returns to the UK and sees little hope for its rotting social condition:
It didn't happen overnight. Breaking down a strong culture of civic self-control takes time and several social acids.
Indeed it does, but I am not sure which "culture of civic self-control" is referred to. Seems to me that the "privileged" in Britain were always free to do as they pleased - and did. Anyway, No Pasaran comments on O'Sullivan's piece, re the impact of the 60s on Britain:
For all the “revolution’s” intent of fostering freedom, all they have made for themselves is precisely the opposite: a nanny state with neither the social ease of a safe street, or the confidence that one can freely air your views.