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Weekend links

  • Don’t even bother trying the “too irrational to be a terrorist” defense.
  • Seems this teacher never learned either the Bill of Rights, school district policy, or elementary human interaction during her education.
  • Who’s behind the Trump dossier that the FBI relied on? Oh, this gets so thick and deep I can’t even go there. But it does help explain why the left — which has always rightly distrusted the FBI — is suddenly in love with its historic nemesis. (H/T DBH) 14 Comments
  • Dodged a bullet

    At least I think I did. Hope I did. It’s a very slow-moving bullet, however. It’s a government bullet, and it might still be out there waiting to strike. Not government as in feds battering down my front door. Just government as in bureaucrats at the county, the kind we all have to deal with now and then. It’s a dirty little tale. Literally. Involving a septic tank. My house, Ye Olde Wreck, shares a septic system with the house next door. An odd arrangement no modern bureaucrat would approve. But at the time (1970s, maybe earlier) it was an…


    Thursday links

  • I never had any idea there were such things as Formula One “grid girls.” Now they’re losing their jobs (because feminism) and they’re not taking it lightly.
  • She asked for help with postpartum depression. The nurse called the cops instead. (Slate’s take on this is different than yours or mine might be.)
  • If Bezos and Buffett “lift the veil” on health-care prices, insurers are in trouble. 7 Comments
  • Clean house, clean brain

    Danm, that felt great. I’ve just sat down to rest after 24 hours of mad housework. I cleared about half the construction disarray, then scrubbed, swept and dusted. (Okay, I got a few hours sleep in there, too; but it was still a marathon.) You have no idea how feeeelthy a house can get after six weeks of drywalling (even with all the work being done in a back room) and an even longer time of cutting up 2x4s, shims, and trim with a chop saw that has no good place to operate. The saw’s been in the living room…


    Who is Uncle Sam and what is he doing on this tee-shirt?

    I’m not moving into the new bedroom yet. But I’m moving a few things that direction and trying to be ruthless about what stays and what gets donated or tossed. I found this in the Dreaded Category of “stuff I’ll never use but can’t let go of”: A prize of … well, absolutely nothing except gigantic bragging rights goes to the first person who can answer the two-part question: Who is Uncle Sam and what did he do to get his mug on this tee-shirt?