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.
Thus asks Firedoglake. Definitely - twisted as a pretzel, every last one of 'em. You can just tell by how often they talk about values and Jesus and families and guns and war and all that: it's a cover-up, of course, so their lace undergarments don't show.
To prove my point, use the "Sen. Larry Craig Test": When next in the presence of a suspected Republican, stamp your foot twice on the ground. If the suspect turns and looks, it's proof that you have a twisted perv in your vicinity. (Apparently that is the highway and airport men's room signal that you are looking for fun. Barney Frank can fill you in.)
To be serious for a moment, though, I feel sorry for folks like Larry Craig. Leading a divided, furtive life as he appears to have been doing must be a terrible way to live, and it should not be necessary in 2007. The moral of the story remains this: if you want to be in public life, decide how you want to deal with your personal stuff first... unless you happen to be a Dem, in which case you are immunized.
Over the past several months, we have posted quite a bit on poverty in America, noting that government has little further power over it because it is usually the product of bad choices (eg drugs, no fathers, and the like), bad luck (catastrophe, mental illness), laziness, or immigration (1/4 of our poor are recent legal or illegal immigrants), and it has been more than adequately demonstrated that the average caring government program only damages people in the end.
Now we have new data on American "poverty". If you leave out the illegals (who are included), it looks like the American poor are doing pretty well. Better than I would have thought, and good news for America.
Furthermore, our census data on income do not include government benefits such as housing subsidies, food stamps, Medicaid, Medicare, welfare and the like. We are doing well by our people, and we should recognize that.
If you, like me, are not accustomed to pricing risk or pricing tail risk, then you will find this piece at Just One Minute an entertaining little math puzzle. Tom picks a nit with Michael Lewis, but I find this sort of thing fascinating. I'm sure it's just routine in the biz.
Born in Dublin, raised in New York City, Saint-Gaudens (1848-1907) epitomizes beaux-arts sculpture.
The subject arises because a friend was banging around the Saint-Gaudens National Historic Site (his summer home) in Cornish, NH last week. This place was news to me, and my knowledge of Saint-Gaudens was minimal.
His summer home has hosted artists like Winston Churchill and Maxfield Parrish, and was Woodrow Wilson's Summer White House.
Photo is his sculpture of Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman, a mean, tough SOB - and it shows (Apologies to our Georgia readers, but don't blame Sherman. Blame Lincoln and Grant. Sherman was following orders when he fought and burned his way through Georgia).
"1001 Paintings You Should See Before You Die acknowledges the question "What is Painting?" The answer: "Who cares?""
What I found especially useful about the review is that it puts Modernism in perspective - not as the End of Art, but just as another phase in a long, ongoing story of "what painters do."
Here's a quote:
A weird thing happened to painting during the 20th century. In the eyes of many painters and critics, the little problems of painting became the big problem of “Painting” itself. People suddenly became motivated to paint by asking themselves, “What Is Painting?” The attitude of 1001 Paintings You Must See Before You Die is to collapse this problem back into the history of little problems, to flatten out 20th century artistic practice and put it back into the ongoing history of “things painters do.” The way our woman in black from Brown looks at it, Malevich is a worthy painter and we want to include his paintings in our book. But in doing so we are also implicitly if not explicitly punching a hole in the metaphysics that motivated him to paint as he painted. We're implicitly denying that there could have been a definitive final act in painting or that painting could ever have achieved its own end. We are rejecting the idea that painting was ever really in crisis at all. We are disproving Malevich even as we laud him.
De-fund the mullahs. Barone on Iran, in the NY Sun
Can Western aid help African poverty? I doubt it. What we call poverty is often the subsistence way of life they have lived forever. They need trade, home-grown industry, and sane, stable governments if they wish to enter the modern world, and that entails a major cultural change. Good debate on the subject at the CSM.
Hitler was a socialist, by John Ray. Indeed. "Nazi" was short for the National Socialist German Worker's Party, but the American Left never warmed up to him the way they did to Stalin. Interesting read. h/t, Reader. Also - a comment on Ray's essay by Lifson at American Thinker.
Re Vick and the photo below: I am a dog guy, but I believe that any dog owner is free to put down their own dog for any reason, assuming they do it in a humane manner (and obey the law). It is commonplace, I am told, for hunting dog breeders to put a bullet in their hound pups who don't show enough "hunt," and I see nothing wrong with that. We must be humane, but also not fall for the pathetic fallacy.
I could not resist taking a couple of photos. The 16 year-old pup baked some cakes and stuff last night, and threw a Victorian tea party for her pals for after church. Croquet to follow. It's proof to me that there is hope for the American youth. And hats are fine things on ladies, are they not?
Who "owns" the "Vietnam narrative"? Classical Values. My Vietnam narrative is as follows: We were there as part of a world power chess game. We were slowly winning the game, but the "Amerika must lose" Left knocked our King off the board. Why does it matter now? It matters because it's a legacy of defeatism, which is not encouraging to our allies and which is encouraging to those who wish to harm us. Was it wise to be there in the first place? I don't know, but once you decide to do something, you have to stick with it.
It would be a dull world without people like Fisk. However, I am sick of conspiracy theorists of all sorts. They are insane, 99.9% of the time. It's that .1% that gets ya to entertain their psychoses. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day, but you get no points for being right if you are a malevolent nutjob like Robert Fisk. Plus he has never been right about anything - he just tries to feed public psychosis.
Bible banned in schools. Moonbattery. Indeed, the Bible does contain dangerous, spiritually-subversive teachings. I guess the ACLU recognizes the power of that book.
Journalism, pomo style: Write your story first, then try to collect some quotes. Flopping. I always thought that grousing and griping was part of being a soldier at war: it is not a comfortable life style. They do the discomfort for the rest of us. More on spinning troop morale at Burkean.
The real reason that we can't have the Ten Commandments posted in a courthouse is this: You cannot post "Thou Shall Not Steal, "Thou Shall Not Commit Adultery", and "Thou Shall Not Lie" in a building full of lawyers, judges and politicians. It creates a hostile work environment.
22Jesus went through one town and village after another, teaching as he made his way to Jerusalem.
23Someone asked him, “Lord, will only a few be saved?” He said to them, 24“Strive to enter through the narrow door; for many, I tell you, will try to enter and will not be able. 25When once the owner of the house has got up and shut the door, and you begin to stand outside and to knock at the door, saying, ‘Lord, open to us,’ then in reply he will say to you, ‘I do not know where you come from.’ 26Then you will begin to say, ‘We ate and drank with you, and you taught in our streets.’ 27But he will say, ‘I do not know where you come from; go away from me, all you evildoers!’ 28There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth when you see Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and all the prophets in the kingdom of God, and you yourselves thrown out. 29Then people will come from east and west, from north and south, and will eat in the kingdom of God. 30Indeed, some are last who will be first, and some are first who will be last.”
"The poor" as pawns of the Left. Dr. Sanity on Thomas Sowell
O'Sullivan's First Law, and Amnesty International update. EU Referendum
Hurt feelings on campus. Dust my Broom. These kids aren't sensitive: they are manipulators.
From Prof Pat, What I saw in Europe. Far outside the cities, the Old Europe persists, with the old values and the old ways.
If you screw the American pharmaceutical companies, who in the world will come up with new meds? The Post Office? Dr. Helen
If I lived in Zimbabwe, I would grab my spears and my family and head for the jungle for the duration. Update at Captain Ed. Or, if I had the nerve and a few machine guns, form a rebellion.
Torture and abuse at Parris Island? Gimme a break. And Rightly So. No drill sergeant is going to be 1/1000th the threat of a bad guy trying to kill you. Toughen up, weenies.
Repubs are racists, says Krugman. Moderate Voice. I guess it's proof that you have no argument when you resort to name-calling.
I had no idea that Horsefeathers was a psychiatrist and a psychoanalyst. He considers the low value placed on the ability to use words. I suppose he is right: the talent to use words is widely-distributed, just as is the talent to make music. Market forces: wordsmiths and musicians are generally not paid well.
You must list the race of your employees? This is nuts. Just put me down as a Samoan: I share lots of DNA with them.