Monthly Archives: July 2009

Two for the QM

More leftist dumbassery

“Cutthroat Capitalism” is what we’re calling piracy now? Another year or two into this bizarro-world ushered in by our democratic overlords and you’ll be able to play an online game called “Capitalist Clowning”, in which you dress as a clown and drive around in a van, kidnapping teenage girls to sell into white slavery in [...]

Ouch! That’s gonna leave a mark…

… that will probably still be there in 2012:
By common consent, the most memorable moment of Barack Obama’s otherwise listless press conference on “health care” were his robust remarks on the “racist” incident involving Prof. Henry Louis Gates and the Cambridge police. The latter “acted stupidly,” pronounced the chief of state. The president of the [...]

Zing!

Is Wonk-Snark the New Genre? Unkind Thoughts About Ezra Klein:
It is, of course, not outside the realm of possibility that Ezra, Young Turk, is possessed of a keener analytic mind than Greg Mankiw; I’m not opining here on substance, but only on the seemliness of career track. It’s the realm of possibility, however, in which [...]

By request

I was ready for a distraction, as it happened.

OK, I felt compelled to tweak a few things. (I found Google’s seabed imagery and random hodgepodge of offshore colors to be distracting, etc.)
I should note that the inspiration for this is here.

A hit, a very palpable hit

Pointed words from Victor Davis Hanson:
A Most Revolutionary Vision
Final observations: Obama brilliantly conflated the Wall Street class with the upper-tier of Main Street in Animal Farm fashion: the former gets lectured, but stays enriched through bailouts; the latter takes both the moral hit for the former’s crimes and greed and the actual hit in higher [...]

Searchsafe is OFF

TJIC:
No, that’s not just my fevered imagination (my imagination spends very little think thinking about nuns)
That’s not what your browser history says, you horrible, horrible perv.

Global warming

Outside this morning: a cold, wet October night – my kind of weather. Thanks, carbon!
Oh, wait…