Maggie's Farm

I am hunting tomorrow. What about you? I'm taking the train up tonight. A friend got us permission to hunt some old overgrown farms in Dutchess County (NY). Grouse have been scarce this year and, rightly or wrongly, I blame the Coyotes. It's very mature to always blame somebody or something in life. But "how is my new job in NYC?," I hear you asking. Great. They pay me more than I deserve, and we thrive on chaos! It would be almost perfect, except no tobacco in the pubs is the main bummer, thanks to Nanny Bloomberg. Without tobacco, one tends to drink more...and nowhere in America are there more lovely, sexy, intelligent, well-eddicated, savvy, sophisticated, worldly, and put-together young females to make a huntin' and fishin' country boy like me nervous, and to make a rusticated ass of himself in front of.

This is what "unity" looks like: Rahm Emmanuel and his brass ones. The appointment of the combative Emmanuel is a declaration of war, and the Dems much prefer war against their fellow disagreeing Americans than they do against foreign enemies. Welcome to "Peace and Love."

The toxic pipeline from China

Good Texas snake photos

Are colleges failure factories?

Maine choses cheap beer over health-care taxes. Makes sense to me.

For how many months will Europe love us this time? Jules

What are fewer big storms evidence of?

Sowell on affirmative action and gay marriage

Rove on Why Obama won. Rove is a smart guy, but I think Krauthammer nailed it.

The Idea of Change in American politics: Meaningful concept or Empty Promise? McClay

Most rich people voted for Obama

Nice little post-election rant from New England Repub

A quote from a slightly crude but amusing rant from Ace:

It's as if a great weight has been lifted off of our collective, white, redneck shoulders. I feel so light now. I can almost see the unicorns prancing in my backyard with little silver butterflies flitting from flower to flower.

I see them too, Ace. Pretty pink ponies and psychedelic day-glo butterflies playing out my back door among the pretty pretty orange flowers, and life is groovy and beautiful again, just like at Woodstock. But hey, wait a minute - don't Bogart that joint, my friend...

Mark Twain on politics. Vanderleun introduces it thus:

With the Presidential election finally behind us, and the next at least a week away, I am the third most relieved man in America. The second most relieved man in America would be John McCain. The first most relieved man in America? That would be George W. Bush.

In the meantime, since I think it best to let the predictable waves of "Yea!," "Congratulations!," "We did it to ourselves," and "I told you that bitch was crazy" wash out of the bloodstream, I shall let Mark Twain's immortal insights from 1901 speak. Pay attention. There will be a test. Hell, there will be around 500 tests.