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Tuesday miscellany

Well. That didn’t take long. Vanity Fair decrees that anybody who doesn’t believe the fedgov’s every word on the death of Osama Bin Laden is a member of the tinfoil hat brigade. I don’t know what really happened. You don’t know what really happened. But we’re apparently nuts simply because … get ready for it … we suspect the federal government doesn’t always tell the exact, absolute truth about everything! Remember yesterday’s moronic economic analysis from the Washington Post? I think there’s a conspiracy between that guy and this NY Times opinionator. Two people just can’t be that stupid in…

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Three you’ll want to read

It’s a young-adult series of books whose heroine is a not-totally likable teenage girl. Despite her flaws, she’s beloved by two handsome hunks, both of whom are brave and noble and fascinating. But not to worry. I’m not talking about Bella, Edward, and Jacob or any of their silly, horribly written ilk. The three on my mind do one hell of a lot more than play “vampire baseball” (whatever that is). Two inadvertently spark a revolution, in which all three play a part. And never fear, macho guys, the love triangle supports the story; it doesn’t take up hundreds of…

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Monday miscellany

A couple of good (if belated) think-pieces following the iSpy (and everybody else’s phone spies, too) flap: “We are all being tracked now. What should we do about that?” And “Who owns your location?” Bradley Manning is no longer in solitary. Sheesh. If this is what passes for “intelligent” economic commentary in the WashPost, no wonder the MSM is going down the tubes. This dude can’t even effectively knock down his own straw man. If you don’t frown, you don’t feel sad. Dunno if I believe that, but Botox studies point that way. From the same compilation of psychological insights…

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Ya gotta be contrary

Well, no. You don’t gotta be contrary. You could declare your undying intent to be absolutely normal and conformist, adhering to whatever the dictates of popular opinion, government schools, or Parade Sunday supplement … er, dictate. But around here, even that would be a form of being contrary. So maybe ya gotta be contrary, after all. And in a second, I’ll get to some wherefores. But here’s what sparked my thinking about this. This comment by Roxy came up in Oliver Del Signore’s blog about Obama’s new birth certificate: I am sorry to see Backwoods Home getting into political commentary.…

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Coming soon to an airport, border crossing, or government building near you

Meet the next generation of police-state scanners. Guess we can’t call ’em porno-scanners any more, because they don’t show our private parts as much as the present ones do. Nope. They just probe our bones and internal organs and our prosthetics if we have ’em. With x-rays. But totally “safe” x-rays, of course. How could you imagine otherwise, you unpatriotic little weasel? That you could even think such a thing obviously proves you have something to hide. Guess all those expensive machines the TSA just bought will soon have to be replaced with new expensive machines. From the friendly company…

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Wednesday miscellany

So. Obama, under pressure, finally releases The Birth Certificate. Such a relief. Now we can be sure the president isn’t violating the Constitution. Yesterday Radley Balko linked to this article about Patrick the miracle dog. You really have to see the photos here to get just how huge a miracle Patrick’s survival is. Warning: If you have a tender heart or an easily upset stomach, you might not want to view them. Here’s a perfect example of the entitlement mentality. Fortunately, this idiot, who actually tried to get a refund from the post office, did not get either her postage…

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The Rapture. Redux.

Ohdamn. Did everybody in the world know about this except me? Chris D. casually mentions that The Rapture is scheduled for May 21. Yes, this May 21. And here I am, not ready once again. I missed the ones in 1844, 1914,1918, 1925, and 1942. But for those, I had the excuse of not being born. I also completely blew past the Raptures of 1975, 1981, 1988, 1989, 1992 (both of them), 1993, 1994 (both of them), and 1995. I had far less excuse for missing all those, especially since they were coming at a pretty regular clip, there toward…

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Readers write

A few choice items mined from comments and emails from blog readers: Have you thanked the above Wholesome Homeland Security Hero for keeping us safe by groping your children? Turns out TSA agent Thomas Gordon is so dedicated to our welfare that he even studied young girls in his spare time. (From winston; who noted oh-so-correctly that this news was inevitalble. Bet it won’t be the last.) From Pat: Turns out you can get paid for trying to inflict a conscience on Obama. Unfortunately, the few bucks these folks might receive doesn’t even begin to offset the thousands they had…

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The strange phenomenon of deathbed confessions

One of the first things Jimmy Hoffa said to Frank Sheeran was, “I heard you paint houses.” Sheeran replied, “I do my own carpentry, too.” The exchange had nothing to do with paintbrushes or wood. According to a book-length confession from Sheeran at the end of his life, “painting houses” is mob-speak for murder (“painting” walls with victims’ blood) and “carpentry” is disposing of bodies (building coffins — although I presume that hit squads usually dispense with that nicety). Hoffa apparently needed an occasional painting job, which, over the following years, Sheeran may have provided. Sheeran became a Hoffa loyalist…

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