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.
Not since the days of the Hitler Youth have young people been subjected to more propaganda on more politically correct issues.
Accumulated error. Man, does that concept apply to life in general. Sippican Cottage
France bans reporting on violence by citizens. LGF (h/t, Driscoll). It's called facing reality, the French way.
Cattle are the #1 source of CO2 production. So why do Greenies go after cars? Anyway, PETA is all fired up. Watch PETA begin killing cows in fields.
New study says:
Americans now view government as more of a barrier than a helping hand, and its failure to be accountable in a way that produces results is central to these doubts….Perhaps the most stunning finding in the survey is that just 13 percent believe the federal government would spend additional money well while 83 percent say it would be wasted….
Kesler discusses at Dem. Project. I just wonder whether these findings are anything new: they sound like typical, traditional American views to me.
The Sowell piece was great! So agree. And the thing from France....sigh!
Wonder what the NAACP etc have to say about the university story?
On hooking up, I wonder how dumb some women must be! When I was young, the female dupes thought they were being liberated to go along with the sexual revolution, which benefitted only randy young men. Have their kids just as little sense?! My daughters would not let themselves be so exploited...Like me, they love men, but won't throw themselves away.
Sippican is so funny. First thing I check for level when I find a table is tippy is the floor. It is usually the floor, which I can do nothing about except to then look for some book matches or a couple of cedar shims and a drywall knife. /half-sarc
ahh dear daughters. What have we done? Fortunately, my daughter has heart and soul. A good book for parents of daughters is titled"Saving Beauty from the Beast".
Had an interesting conversation with some younger female faculty today. They encourage young women to hook up with male faculty--steal their work, and force their names onto research that is not theirs. What is the reason plagiarism is acceptable for young women? "Because of the centuries of repression. It is the only way to assure that more than half the faculty seats are filled by women." Ethics? Forget em! Another interesting read about raising daughters and women's psychology is titled "Odd Girl Out".
"Americans now view government as more of a barrier than a helping hand, and its failure to be accountable in a way that produces results is central to these doubts.... Perhaps the most stunning finding in the survey is that just 13 percent believe the federal government would spend additional money well while 83 percent say it would be wasted...." But they will keep re-electing the same people at all levels of government who will keep voting to spend more and, thus, to tax more to pay for spending more.
A fifteen-year-old boy came home with a Porsche and his parents began to yell and scream,
"Where did you get that car?"
He calmly told them, "I bought it today."
"With what money?" demanded his parents.
We know what a Porsche costs.."
"Well," said the boy, "this one cost me fifteen dollars."
So the parents began to yell even louder. "Who would sell a car like that for fifteen dollars?" they asked.
"It was the lady up the street," said the boy. Don't know her name-they just moved in. She saw me ride past on my bike and asked me if I wanted to buy a Porsche for fifteen dollars."
"Oh my Goodness!," moaned the mother, "she must be a child abuser. Who knows what she will do next? John, you go right up there and see what's going on."
So the boy's father walked up the street to the house where the lady lived and found her out in the yard calmly planting petunias! He introduced himself as the father of the boy to whom she had sold a Porsche for fifteen dollars and demanded to know why she did it.
"Well," she said, "this morning I got a phone call from my husband. I thought he was on a business trip, but learned from a friend he has run off to Hawaii with his secretary and really doesn't intend to come back. He claimed he was stranded and asked me to sell his new Porsche and send him the money. So I did."