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.
My friend and, often, mentor Ye Olde Crabbe, is really Sol Sanders. Now well into his eighties, he and his sharp mind are as honed as ever, as he synthesizes in columns on today's issues his six-and-a-half decades of experiences as a globe-trotting correspondent and columnist for leading publications like US News & World Report, Business Week, UPI. His weekly column now appears at the Washington Times.
Sol Sanders is fond of saying he never met a bridge he didn't burn before himself, since he has never hidden his views behind a bushel or self-interest.
Sanders just started a new blog, appropriately named Ye Olde Crabbe. He has already loaded dozens of his columns on most every of today's world hotspots or areas of unrest that influence, like it or not, us in the US. In our frequent conversations, I'm always blown away and my consciousness raised by his precise memory of history changing anecdotes and famous people he encountered during his travels.
Read the columns already up at the site, and return again and again for his new blog postings. Sol welcomes Comments. You'd better know what you're talking about, as fools are not coddled. Take it from me, if you want to see my own lash marks delivered by Ye Olde Crabbe.
Should the middle class get health care at public expense? No, there is no one to pay for our health care but us. We can pay out-of-pocket; we can buy private insurance to cover catastrophic risk and thereby get some control over how much health care we buy for ourselves. We can pay taxes to the government which it will then use to decide how much health care we can get; but it will still be us paying for it and decisions will still have to be made as to how much care we get; we'll just lose all control over how much we spend on health care as opposed to, say, food or education.
Seems to me that there are three main drivers of high insurance costs: low deductibles (ie insurance that tries to cover everything including the sniffles, routine exams, and elective things like Viagra and hormone replacement); fear of malpractice lawsuits which is why everybody with a headache gets a $1200 CAT scan; and the frequently insane costs of end of life treatment such as catastrophic strokes or the millions for things like terminal cancer.
It seems quite likely to me that vouchers are going to be better at controlling health care cost growth than a central committee. Every committee decision that cuts off a potentially useful treatment (and I’m afraid it can’t all be back surgery and hormone replacement therapy) will trigger a lobbying explosion from affected groups. Each treatment is a decision with a small marginal cost to the taxpayer; it’s in aggregate that they become expensive. Which means that the congressional tendency is always going to be to override–and while there are supposed to be structural barriers against this in the bill, they aren’t very strong . . . about like trying to quit smoking by hiding your cigarettes from yourself.
Friend just surprised me with a gift in the mail - a first edition of Massachusetts author Louise Dickinson Rich's 1942 We Took To The Woods. Knew about it, never read it. I will.
Now I am older. I have met with poverty, flood, famine, hurricane, brutalizing labor, and illness, on extremely personal grounds. I have seen the sudden and tragic deaths of those nearest and dearest to me. I have had to shoulder responsibilities, for which I am ill fitted, and the much more difficult burden of sudden, if brief, fame. I have been hard pressed for money, as we say in Maine. I’m not whining. I’ve had a wonderful life, with the joys far outweighing the sorrows. But still, in all, there have been times when I was fair to middlin’ desperate.
There was time when my husband and my year-old son and my mother-in-law and I had one meal a day. We ate baked potatoes and salt. It didn’t do us adults any harm, and my neighbor woman, Alice Miller, provided me with six oranges and six quarts of milk a week—she kept two cows—for the baby. She said her doctor’s book said that babies needed it.
Then there was the time in December. My husband and I were laughing together over a silly joke in the evening after dinner, relaxed in our slippers before the open fire. We’d spent the day snugging down the cabin for winter, and we felt good knowing that there were forty miles of lake and impossible road between us and the nearest settlement. We were having fun. “Louise, you gorgeous fool,” he said, and died.
Bruce linked about that this morning. I am more inclined to ask "What is music?" than "What is art?"
Impossible questions are usually the wrong questions. "What is art?" is the wrong question. Is this art?
That's an H&E- stained microscopic slide of the human Pituitary gland. A bit of the Anterior and the Posterior, with the margin. Absolutely beautiful. You could hang it on a wall, art or not. I call it "God's art."
Another pic of God's Art below the fold, which Gwynnie stumbled on while fishing his stream the other day -
I’ll take my chances with blowhard pastors, drearily “transgressive” artists and flag-burning provocateurs. I’m far more worried about a blundering clod like Graham presuming to protect us from them.
In a blind test of which is which, even art students could only choose the most famous works of the most famous modern artists 62% of the time compared to the squiggles of children, chimpanzees and elephants.
...nobody ever had to do an experiment to find out whether people can tell the difference between a painting by a monkey and a painting by Monet. Nobody ever looked at a Rembrandt and wondered if, just perhaps, some merry prankster had given a pack of paints to a pachyderm and told it to go to town.
When it comes to statist intrusions and Big Brother doublespeak, it's hard to beat President Barack Obama's crowning achievement to bring the entire health care industry under government control because he thinks he knows better. Who needs a free market when we've got top-level bureaucrats and political wizardry?
From the Washington Post this graphic shows the gross difference between the Obama budget and the comprehensive reforms proposed by Republicans in the House. Go to the link to see the differences between specific areas of the budget.
If not now, when? This is the domestic duel of the century that will shape your and your children's and grandchildren's future, as well as the future of peoples around the world who may not have a strong US to rely upon.
Listening to Hugh Hewitt on the radio Tuesday afternoon, he makes the important point that if Republicans are backed down in this week's haggling over miniscule budget cuts to the 2011 spending, then we've lost the fight for the larger reforms in the 2012 federal budget and programs.
Jonathan thought this was the coolest church service ever. Having only been to Lutheran services to that point, the idea of church where people would get up and cry and talk about their alcoholic parents and being beaten, going to school in awful clothes, having only bread and milk for food for a week - or alternatively, having husbands that went off for "affairs," - we had covered in our Ten Commandments teaching that "adultery" was stealing someone else's husband or wife, and I think he dimly grasped that something like this was up - and the police coming to your house or being teased at school... well my goodness, this is the most interesting church we have ever been in, Dad. Can we come back next week?
If somebody wants to testify in my church, warn me in advance. I ain't coming. In my opinion, it's for private.
...And check Kimberly Morin, "Violent rhetoric from AFL-CIO union rally in Boston": "’And to the Republican party of Massachusetts, if you think this is gonna happen here, it is going to be over thousands of dead people’s bodies. If you think Wisconsin was anything, we need to stop these guys in their tracks now and kill their bills at the State house.”
Another fine example of civility brought to you by a union boss (who is also a Democrat). Death threats from a teacher in Wisconsin ; AFSCME threatening businesses; and a male Wisconsin Democrat State Legislator telling his Republican colleague ‘You’re f*cking dead’ because she voted YEA on Governor Walker’s budget bill . Is this the new tone of the Democrat Party? Or is this just the typical behavior that the Left and unions have been using for decades?
Why isn't this violent tone being reported by the main stream media?
Listen to Prof. Vedder's interview. I always enjoy Vedder, and he nails it.
A college degree is not an entitlement to a "good job" - whatever that is. People are confused about what college is. Is it a paper credential, job preparation, citizen-building, or simple life-enrichment? Certainly a Liberal Arts degree is the latter.
Since posting my E. 4th St. pics yesterday, I've been looking at some NYC real estate - for fun, not to buy. The East Village is by no means a fancy area. I focused on E. 4th because that's where I took my pics on Sunday.
They are asking a mere $519,000 for this 600 sq foot 1 1/2 bedoom on the 5th floor of a walk-up. Great for your legs, those 5th-floors:
I could not find a single available rental on E. 4th, but maybe I didn't try enough. Still, demand is strong. I think many of the young folk are doubling and tripling up to make their rents with the average 2 BR walk-up running from $4000/month and up - and in elevator buildings up to $10,000/mo - in this funky old neighborhood which was considered a semi-slum some years back.
I remember it well - Mrs. BD attended Tisch (before she was Mrs. BD, and when it was known as NYU School of the Arts and was housed in a huge old industrial loft building with only a freight elevator, yet was still maybe second only to Juilliard for the performing arts). The Fillmore East was there too, and I have memories of that: Leon Russell, Allman Brothers, Dr. John, etc.
Looking at the listings makes me wonder who all these people are who want to pay, or are able to pay, $10,000/month rent for smallish apartments in the East Village (referring to east of Greenwich Village).
And looking at the listings reminds me that, if you live in Manhattan and do not have money to burn to spend on housing, you sleep in your apartment - you don't live in it. You live at your gym or club or pub or cafe or library or park or meetings or dinners or work or wherever. Otherwise, the claustrophobia can get pretty ugly for those who are not used to it. I think so many New Yorkers run and jog and bike just to get the heck out of their little boxes.
Funny, though, when I think that I probably spend 90% of my time at home within 10% of my home living space - but that is by choice.
I confess, Readers, that I still get a kick out of New York. Vital, colorful, messy, unpredictable, and jam-packed with talented people.
The Ryan proposal will help settle the fight over the government shutdown and the 2011 budget because it will remind everybody that the real argument is not about cutting a few billion here or there. It is about the underlying architecture of domestic programs in 2012 and beyond.
The Ryan budget will put all future arguments in the proper context: The current welfare state is simply unsustainable and anybody who is serious, on left or right, has to have a new vision of the social contract.
From the standpoint of traditional calculations of national interest, this war is something akin to madness. Yet without fully articulating it (and that reticence is intentional), Obama and Power are attempting to accustom us to a whole new way of thinking about war, and about America’s place in the world.
I am a subject in a kingdom of lies. At 57, I have grown up with decades of untruth — advanced for the purposes of purported social unity, the noble aim of egalitarianism, and the advancement of a cognitive elite in government, journalism, the arts, and the universities.
At college campuses across the US, student organizations that attack Israel have become more and more active, and obnoxious, over the past decade. The members are drawn from some of the Moslem students and their far leftist companions. Most students are there to get an education, or at least get their degree ticket punched. While there's little evidence these anti-Israel groups have much support, through their activism they load student governments and with their loud voices they usually dominate campus debates.
Over the past year or so, at many campuses Jewish groups have formed to counter this vileness. Others of sound minds have joined in.
The University of California, San Diego is one of the top-ranked academic campuses in the country. This week a group of professors joined together to call BS on the anti-Israel groups.
Dr. David Feifel, a professor at UCSD and Vice President of the UCSD SPME (Scholars for Peace in the Middle East) chapter, wrote a powerful editorial about the hypocrisy on campus relating to the Arab and Muslim students' focus on Israel Apartheid Week and their failure to acknowledge the suffering of the Arabs being murdered for demonstrating for democracy in Arab countries. Shockingly, the UCSD Guardian newspaper after an initial acceptance, at the final hour refused to run the editorial. So, the professors had to take out a full page ad which today featured the editorial with 28 signatures of UCSD Professors.
The editorial is below the fold. It is quite educational, and directly confronts the hypocrisy of the on campus anti-Israel groups for actually not giving much of a darn for oppressed Arabs but, instead being preoccupied with vilifying Israel.
These strong counters need to be spread to every other college campus. Please distribute this post to students and professors at other campuses.
Our crack(ed?) technical team at Maggie’s Farm (actually another secret CIA “farm”) has intercepted a secret personal letter just sent by former President George Bush to President Barack Obama.
Dear President Obama:
I’ve kept a respectful public silence about your administration, as you’ve kept silent in contacting me for my experience or any advise. But, I can no longer restrain my urge to thank you for vindicating many of my policies which you criticized during and since your campaign for the presidency.
Yes, I made some mistakes, and corrected some of them. You too have made some mistakes. I wish you the best of luck to correct them.
I must admit that I envy the better position that you are in to do so. I had to manage against a Democrat Congress and hostile press. You now have fewer Democrats to deal with in Congress, many more Republicans now there who are eager to support you with needed policies, and a press which has proven its loyalty to whatever you say.
May I suggest several areas in which you might take advantage of this favorable situation:
I pulled a few nice trout out of this beat in Connecticut on Saturday:
Here's my recipe:
4 to 6 trout (approximately 1/2 lb. each), 3 Tablespoons lemon juice, 1 teaspoon coarse (kosher) salt (or to your taste), 2 cloves minced garlic (or to your taste), 2 bottles of fine Sauvignon Blanc, 2 Tablespoons Italian parsley, 2 Tablespoons chopped green onion, 2 Tablespoons dry seasoned bread crumbs, 4 Tablespoons melted butter.
Wash and dry trout. Rub the outside of trout with lemon juice and sprinkle with salt. Reserve half the wine (1 cup) into an appropriate stemmed glass.Retain the base wine for step 3.Sample the reserved wine.
Arrange the minced garlic in the bottom of a buttered baking dish that is large enough to hold the trout in a single layer.Check the reserved wine for flavor.
Place trout in the dish and pour the base wine over the top. Double-check the reserved wine.
Sprinkle with parsley, green onion, and bread crumbs. Spoon the melted butter evenly over the top. Test the reserved wine for spoilage.
Ceremonially empty the reserve wine container and bake trout at 400 degrees for 20 minutes.
Makes 4 to 6 servings. Open the second chilled bottle to serve with the fish.
...consider a student who arrives for the first day of class and sees a professor who resembles a 1960s hippy-like graduate student (Levis, rumpled un-tucked shirt etc.) and if male, scraggly facial hair wearing a baseball cap and if female, tacky “folk” jewelry and a permanent bad hair day? It could be worse—the political billboard tee-shirt to remind today’s uninformed youngsters that “Bush Lied and People Died.” It makes no difference that this instructor may have a doctorate from Harvard and is being fast tracked to an endowed chair. Cultural conditioning is inescapable and ubiquitous: respect is given to those who dress the part and when they refuse, deference is not forthcoming. Professors should not look like janitors or stand-up comics. A sky-high tuition bill only adds insult to injury—$40,000 or more in tuition to hear superannuated hippies?
Pics from yesterday afternoon. The East Village (not to mention the Lower East Side) has become a wonderful, youthful neighborhood, and the old walk-up "tenements" seem just fine abodes for the youth who flock to NYC although they lack the doormen, gyms with pools, laundry rooms etc. that the new buildings offer. The rents, alas, are not cheap in these old places -
AMA quacks on climate
Friend just surprised me with a gift in the mail - a first edition of Massachusetts author Louise Dickinson Rich's 1942 
