Author: Claire
As Joel says, sometimes you need to v*te. Of course I know all the principled and practical arguments against v*ting. I’ve made many of those arguments myself. I admire Wendy McElroy, who famously wrote that she would not even have v*ted against Hitler. I don’t knock anybody who chooses to v*te — or who chooses not to. I’ve been on both sides and see both points of view. I was born to a v*te-worshipping mother, raised to politics, and gave it all up mostly out of futility after the one “victory” I took part in turned out to be the…
I had two blogs I wanted to post today, but it’s been zip and zoom and zap since early morning. Commitments, appointments, distractions, demands. Then every time I think I have a moment to sit down, something interrupts. Now I’ve got half an hour before an appointment. Let’s see if I can sneak some links into that time, and come back later (cross fingers) for post two. Jeffrey A. Tucker on the epic battle to control our thoughts. Naturally, the CIA has an official Chief of Disguise. A former holder of that office made a short video about her craft.…
I hit the last garage sale of the season and … … Score! $2 each for five-gallon gas cans. Pre-repaired, besides. Take that, stupid EPA! The linked article by Jeffrey Tucker makes me laugh: The whole trend [toward unvented gas cans] began in (wait for it) California. Regulations began in 2000, with the idea of preventing spillage. The notion spread and was picked up by the EPA, which is always looking for new and innovative ways to spread as much human misery as possible. Of course regulations have been circumvented by polite Freedom Outlaws ever since. And those who don’t…
Yesterday was the best of this extraordinary October. Temps in the low 70s, no wind, sunshine. It was also, I knew, the last of the great days, which made it very poignant as well as making me want to stay outside — a choice of which Ava heartily approved. We managed by running errands, taking extra walks, and then (because of construction traffic) a long detour into the country. —– This particular detour is a pretty as anything we’ve got around here. It runs along river and wetland, through tiny pocket neighborhoods, and past farms. Friendly and bucolic. It also…