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.
"We will help you be a good steward for your health," Emanuel said Friday, "but if you choose not to, you'll pay that price and that is the price you'll have to pay."
There are, of course, lots of ways to be smart and lots of ways to be dumb. We often talk about book smarts and street smarts, as though the two are mutually exclusive. We know from experience that brilliant book people can be nincompoops when it comes to common sense, while people lacking formal education can be brilliant problem-solvers.
We know these things, yet we seem to have fallen in love with the notion that only book smarts matter when it comes to the nation’s problems. At least Democrats have.
Photo is the Litchfield, CT Congregational Church, c. 1750. Architecturally, classic New England Congo churches are plain old-time boxy meeting houses, gussied up with a steeple and a portico.
20:1 "For the kingdom of heaven is like a landowner who went out early in the morning to hire laborers for his vineyard.
20:2 After agreeing with the laborers for the usual daily wage, he sent them into his vineyard.
20:3 When he went out about nine o'clock, he saw others standing idle in the marketplace;
20:4 and he said to them, 'You also go into the vineyard, and I will pay you whatever is right.' So they went.
20:5 When he went out again about noon and about three o'clock, he did the same.
20:6 And about five o'clock he went out and found others standing around; and he said to them, 'Why are you standing here idle all day?'
20:7 They said to him, 'Because no one has hired us.' He said to them, 'You also go into the vineyard.'
20:8 When evening came, the owner of the vineyard said to his manager, 'Call the laborers and give them their pay, beginning with the last and then going to the first.'
20:9 When those hired about five o'clock came, each of them received the usual daily wage.
20:10 Now when the first came, they thought they would receive more; but each of them also received the usual daily wage.
20:11 And when they received it, they grumbled against the landowner,
20:12 saying, 'These last worked only one hour, and you have made them equal to us who have borne the burden of the day and the scorching heat.'
20:13 But he replied to one of them, 'Friend, I am doing you no wrong; did you not agree with me for the usual daily wage?
20:14 Take what belongs to you and go; I choose to give to this last the same as I give to you.
20:15 Am I not allowed to do what I choose with what belongs to me? Or are you envious because I am generous?'
20:16 So the last will be first, and the first will be last."
Support your local DU Chapter this year. It's for conservation, not greenie silliness. Attend your local event. It's good fun.
We always have a good time at our annual dinner. Basically all guys, except for the delightful raffle gals. Our DU dinner is old-fashioned, but we realize that the fellas like a guy's night out.
Went down to NYC today to visit one of the pupettes. Had a delicious lunch in Chelsea. Deep-fat fried Cape Cod cod on a bun with mayo and fries. Read the Wall St. Journal which was plopped on her doorstep while waiting for her to get dressed. Dead tree version.
A fine, sentimental experience, as one who remembers the pleasures of such things. It's an interesting newspaper.
George Martin was really one of the Beatles, was he not?
Naturally, the Left is pushing the "oppressed victim" route instead of the success route. My experience of uneducated new Central American immigrants on the East Coast is that they have no interest in being oppressed victims.
Here's how we cook corn on the cob: After removing the most loose outer husk, we soak the ears in cold water for an hour or so with husks on and silk still present, then toss them on the grill, turning regularly for roughtly 15 minutes.
They steam and char a little. Some of the husk will char a bit, and most of the silk will burn off. That's good.
Peel and eat. For me, no butter, no salt on it. Tastes good the cave man way.
We oppose racial preferences at Maggie's. We believe that an Asian gal is no less worthy a human than a Hispanic gal - other qualities being equal. But I do understand - race is all about politics. Still, I don't quite get why, if you're half Hispanic (is Hispanic a race?), you're Hispanic. Are you Hispanic if you come from Spain? Or Argentina?
I am middle class and I love to see the rich get richer. That's what they are trying to do. I am not trying to be rich so I have no envy of their accomplishing what I am not attempting. Bless the rich their good fortune; don't despise them for being able to do what you can't.
I'd be pleased to be rich, but I somehow never get around to doing anything about it other than buying Powerball tickets. My money manager pal tells me that most people stop worrying about money when they have $17-20 million. I'd make out OK with half of that if I scrimped on some things.
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.
Interesting fellow, Henley. He was a pal of Robert Louis Stevenson, who modeled Long John Silver after him. Henley had amputations for Pott's Disease - TB of the bone.
Al's Goreathon: Gaia is speaking loudly. Gaia is crabby. She used to be nice, back in the last Ice Age, but now she is annoyed by humans. Well, who isn't?
For balance, Watt's toons based on the Boreathon Goreathon.
...we will be the laughing stock of the world, seen jumping head first off a cliff into a shark infested sea, as we will have no way back, because we were sold a tax that has nothing to do with climate change, instead introduced purely for egotistic governance.
Small businesses — hardware stores, gas stations or restaurants for example — are likewise unable to transfer themselves overseas. So they are far more likely to be unable to escape the higher tax rates that are supposedly being imposed on "millionaires and billionaires," as President Obama puts it. Moreover, small businesses are what create most of the new jobs.
Why then are so many politicians, journalists and others so gung-ho to raise tax rates in the upper brackets?
Obama Administration Gave $17.2 Billion in Stimulus Funds to Green Projects – Only $645 Million to Small Business
Will it be the Jews next? Image below via Moonbattery:
Our friend Sipp got me back to studying American architectural styles. I realized that I had been making a rookie error by referring to some houses as "Victorian" which may have been Victorian-era but were, in fact, correctly identified as "Colonial Revival."
In the area where I live, the vast majority of the gracious houses built after 1890 are Colonial Revival. Many of them were built as summer, weekend, or "country" houses. Pre-war and pre-income tax, ordinary comfortable people could do much more than they can today.
What style is this house (my pic in Newport, RI last summer - not a rich guy's house but a pre-income tax middle-class house)?:
Follow-up: Many readers fooled by those rocket ships - and the white paint on the shingles or whatever it is sided with now. My expert tells me it's actually Shingle-Style and not Queen Anne. It would look better with natural cedar shingles, would it not?
Darn pleasant home, regardless, and in a fun town, especially for boaters and barflies. Boat drinks!
That's all he's got, for now - another stimulus. Youngman:
This is the campaign.
For the rest of 2011, at least, Obama and his team will speak of little else. This is the debate they want to have, and they are betting the president’s job on their belief they can win this debate.
This is sports strategy, not serious adult concern about the state of the country. Wehner asks Has Obama Learned Anything?
More cartoonish advice coming: Gore’s 24 Hours of Fantasy About To Begin - An effort to "expose" climate change skeptics will instead show that Gore is a charlatan. My questions for Mr. Gore:
1. Has the earth truly been warming lately? 2. If so, can it be proven that man caused that? 3. And if so, why does it matter? 4. What's the ideal climate for the earth? Isn't climate always in flux? 5. If you are really so worried, why do you have two giganto houses, a giganto power boat, travel in huge black SUVs, eat meat, and fly on private jets? 6. How much money have you made off this thing? 7. What is the upside of climate warming, like in the Medieval period? 8. Why aren't you worried frantic about the next ice age, or the next asteroid, the next nuclear war, or the next plague, instead?
Obama is like a lost man who refuses to ask for directions. That's because he has never worked in the real world with people who create real jobs. He operates on theories and an ideology that is incapable of achieving his goals.
For example, he speaks mostly of redistributing wealth, not creating wealth. He wants us to hate the wealth creators, rather than follow their example. The result has been a growing dependency on government, robbing too many of their liberty and opportunity.
I counted. There were 77 cars at my local gym this morning at 6:10 AM. Clearly, from the visible sweat, many people had been there since opening time, 5:00 AM.
Many Americans devote much energy into obtaining work where one can sit all day with no heavy lifting, and then get up early, renouncing wholesome morning sex or slumber to engage in unprofitable labor and exertion in the high-tech gyms. Do people do this in other countries? Are we insane?
About half the people at this place arrive in the morning with their work clothes or dress clothes in hand, on hangers. I see friends and neighbors every time I go.
What am I doing there? Mrs. BD insists that I remain vigorous. I love manual labor and playing sports, but I hate exercise. I am not overweight at all, so that's not an issue. Well, maybe 5 or 6 pounds. I can do heavy labor and tennis all weekend, happily, although happiest with my butt on a metal tractor seat with a cold one in my paws. On second thought, maybe happiest busting brush with dog and gun in Maine, Canada, or the Adirondacks. I dunno. Lots of things please me. Skiing too.
The sedentary work week is the issue, same as for bus drivers. Use it or lose it. That's my mantra, for now.
I would like it better if they had Teaching Company on the TVs instead of the FOX business channel.
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Here's how we cook corn on the cob: After removing the most loose outer husk, we soak the ears in cold water for an hour or so with husks on and silk still present, then toss them on the grill, turning regularly for roughtly 15 minutes.
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