The middle class is even more screwed than the numbers show. Could the mythical cancer wonder drug be on the horizon, or is this just another typical bit of overhype? Concept seems good: turn your own immune system against the cancerous invader. Forensic “science” isn’t science. The NSA now claims it’s too big to comply with a court order. Aw, the poor Clintons. Don’t you just weep for their desperate financial struggles? This is nice. Twins joined at birth became co-validictorians of their high school graduating class. Whew! One more apocalypse averted! The backlash against police militarization heats up. Okay,…
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Those blood-sucking vermin in state and national capitals and city halls everywhere
Pop quiz! Don’t worry, only one question: What role do submachine guns play in the inspection of meat, the granting of farm subsidies, or the administration of food stamps? (The link is to PawPaw’s House. PawPaw is a cop and even he doesn’t like this one bit.) Bovard on Obama and cynicism. This reminds me once again how glad I am that Obama is so inept. Politicians who talk like he does are dangerous when they’re actually competent. Another schoolkid gets turned over to the cops. For a doodle. Government-run health care. ‘Nuff said. California sends another business packing off…
I’m supposed to be deadlining right now. And I am. I will be. I already know what I’m going to write; it’s only a matter of writing it.
But I’m grouchy and out of sorts and feeling generally useless, so I thought I’d get some of that out of my head.
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That was a good thing you did, lady. But you’re supposed to offer to buy the mistreated dog before you steal it. (H/T JB) —– Welllll, dunno if it’s the best political ad ever. But not bad. —– Rabbit stampede! (H/T JB) —– There’s been so much terrible news out of that monster mudslide in Washington. And the last few days, so little news because they’re not saying much until the medical examiner identifies the latest bodies. Some bodies will just be under that mud forever. And nobody will ever know exactly how many. All week I’ve bookmarked article after…
… does the media get so excited about the idiot state-of-the-union speech? It’s all SOTU all the time for days before and for days afterward. When there’s never a damn thing of importance — or even of vague interest — said in the thing. I’ve never agreed with Harry Reid on anything else before. Not that I know of, anyhow. But on this one thing I’m totally in his camp: he usually sleeps through the wretched speeches. I think I’ll be doing sudoku by the fire tonight. How about you? Clean your guns? Reload ammo? Check your prep pantry? Watch…
Hillarious. In a you’d better laugh because the alternative is … well, just watch. And it appears you might actually — eventually — be able to buy them. Maybe. (H/T Silver)
Boy, this working for a living stuff is hard. Stimulating, challenging, often fun, and a great way to break a long financial drought. But hard.
This afternoon for the first time in quite a while, I was able to wrap up work before meandering in the woods with the dogs. Brilliantly sunny day — and we’ve had more of those than any winter I can ever remember here. I’m sorry for you in the east suffering all those Bad Boy winter storms (Zeus or Giorgio or Henri-Claude or whatever they’re calling them, these days). I’m sorry for you Californians facing a dangerously dry summer. But here? Glorious!
Anyhow, so instead of charging out and back for the sake of doggie exercise and canine elimination needs, I actually rambled. Meandered. I might have even managed a few minutes of strolling. It was amazing. Really.
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And now I’m just rambling here. Just writing down whatever comes to mind. These little verbal expeditions tend to embarrass me, but they also draw a lot of thoughtful, touching comment. Which is I guess at least part of what this blog ought to be about. It’s one of the best feature’s of Joel’s blog, that he just exposes all those warts and lets you visit him inside the Secret Lair on good days and bad.
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Still, other things go on in the world.
Like the idea of states banding together to defy federal gun laws. And punish fed agents. Yeah, yeah. I know this doesn’t meet anybody’s anarcho-purity standards. Still … intriguing.
The warm, fuzzy (literally!) face of the police state. (H/T Jim Bovard) China finally going to stop stockpiling US dollars? You already know this, don’t you? Nevertheless, it never hurts to be reminded of the four magic statements to make to the police when you’re stopped and they want to poke around and see what they might be able to pin on you. Mostly for the nerds hereabouts: Rethinking cloud storage (and in particular, rethinking SpiderOak). “Security and privacy: Experts connect the dots as debate rages.” (Tip o’ hat to MJR) Via the Infamous Oregon Law Hobbit: The Skunk Party…