Moe Lane

[UPDATE]: I’ve had a copy of the image sent to me that includes the URL.  The Google cache for the site is here; as you can see, not only did the image originate from the site, but the author him/herself was present at the Reston Town Hall, writing posts about it.  I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that I think that we’ve established that the flier found below represents a deliberate attempt by the Left to incite racially-motivated hate against the Right.

I apologize in advance for the ugly and graphic nature of the image that will be available for viewing after the fold: I would prefer not to show it, but unfortunately somebody decided that it was suitable for distribution after the Reston, VA Town Hall – and I can’t actually talk about it without showing it. (more…)

Clearly in reference to Jim Cramer’s I’ve-been-saving-this-for-months revenge clip* of a few days ago, the Gallup organization would like you to know that there’s no historical relationship between a President’s approval rating and the Dow Jones Industrial Average.

None at all.

Absolutely zero.

Mind you, that wasn’t the argument that got made – Cramer was arguing that this specific President’s disapproval ratings (via Gallup!) were being reflected in the S&P 500 going up – but nonetheless, Gallup felt the need to do that analysis.

Well.  Thanks for letting us know.

Moe Lane

PS: Yes, I see the large holes in Cramer’s theory.  So does Cramer, probably.  It’s still funny that Gallup felt the need to do some repair work here. Clumsily. (more…)

The latest in reality shows: The Colony: It’s Post-apocalyptic Virus House!

The premise: There’s been a massive plague that’s killed off most of the human population, and these ten survivors, all strangers, have to try to start rebuilding from scratch, using only what they know about the world and what they can find in the warehouse they’ve chosen as their home and the areas around it. There is very little to eat, the water has to be filtered because the main source is the poisonous and sludgy Los Angeles River, which is hardly even a river anymore, so much as it’s a chemical runoff ditch for the whole city.

The excerpts I’ve seen so far here and here are producing a fine level of scorn and derision from my wife the engineer; the bit about ‘controlled experiment’ alone was good for a three-minute rant. Also: biker gangs, and it’s apparently the aftermath of a biological outrbreak – but no zombies. Aside from the unwillingness to go Full Metal Gonzo with the premise, well, everything is better with zombies.

Moe Lane

My only real worry about this movie:

…(based on the non-fiction book of the same name) is that it may end up being another Burn After Reading: a movie whose trailer promises something that’s a good deal funnier than the actual movie delivers.  I’m hopeful – the title is inspired, and should have hopefully forced the script writer, director, and actors to live up to its promise – but you never know.

As to the merits of the programs described in either movie or book: I figure that if we had troops who could kill goats with their minds we’d have heard about it by now.  Forget keeping it quiet: the US military would mass-deploy that on a black-box basis just as soon as the results were replicable.

Moe Lane

(Via Deceiver) There’s the America where Los Angeles is in the middle of an ongoing drought, and is thus subject to strong water restrictions – which are being pushed by its mayor, Antonio Villaraigosa (D). Then there’s the America where the mayor of Los Angeles was – illegally – watering his own lawn while everybody else’s was dying. And how does he explain this discrepancy? Heavy sleeping.

No, really, that’s what Villaraigosa said.

“The sprinklers are so loud in your back yard, you can hear them from the street. How could you or your household staff not have heard them?” [NBC4's Joel] Grover said.

“I sleep very heavily and I couldn’t hear it,” said Villaraigosa, who noted that overall water use at his home has decreased.

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Excuse me: more on Rep. Carol Shea-Porter (D, NH). This is some quick little footage of NH Senate candidate Kelly Ayotte (R) having a good laugh at Shea-Porter’s confused gracelessness:

Couple that with this earlier report on the encounter and one is left with the impression that the tasered marmoset Member of Congress is just a little bit lost, these days.  Being in Congress is apparently a lot less fun than she thought it’d be (I assume that’s one reason why she ducked meeting with her constituents for so long).

Well, easily fixed.

Crossposted to RedState.

And We Danced, The Hooters

Mullets, pastels, and denim jackets without sleeves:

This…

Is…

1985.

Little Miss Attila is dealing with financial issues.  If you’re a PayPal-button hitting kind of person, go over there and do so.

Moe Lane

PS: After that, go over to Blueshelled and vote on the Blogger’s Choice Awards accordingly.

Nor am I out of it.

Via Glenn Reynolds.

Moe Lane

PS: Dammit, in an alternate universe not that far diverged from this one I’d be able to make all sorts of Star Trek-themed Christopher Marlowe puns.  Would it have killed the writers to reference somebody besides Shakespeare, every so often?

[UPDATE]: Welcome, Instapundit readers.  I’m not exactly sure what it means, either – but it was just somehow satisfying to write.

[Further UPDATE]: Sorry, folks: via The Campaign Spot, original story here.

So Rep. Shea-Porter wants proponents of health care rationing to try to convince the majority otherwise.  OK.  She wants them to go talk to the folks at the town halls, presumably because they’re the most engaged in the issue.  Also fine.  And – gasp! – she thinks that her side needs to soften their words!  Truly, the Democrats have reached a place where they can see a new, cleaner level of discourse in the distance.

And then she wrecks it.

“Find those tea-baggers who don’t like the idea of this and talk to them.”

Not to burst Rep. Shea-Porter’s balloon or anything, but the Tea Party people have long since been made aware of the obscenity that lurks behind that epithet.  And until the Other Side gets it through their head that we can actually tell when people are sneering at us, they might as well not try to hide the hate, if only for the sake of their blood pressure.

Moe Lane

PS: Go Frank Guinta.

Crossposted to RedState.

(Via Publius Forum) This article on the coming Great Netroot Betrayal by the President on health care can’t be for real: it’s too perfect a stereotype of the Aging White Liberal Boomer.  From the generally aggrieved and petulant tone to the dreadlocks; from the need to politicize the personal to the need to personalize the political; and from the familiarity toward believed friends to the ugly hatred towards perceived enemies; it’s like  Anne Lamott fell out of the Lefty Tropes Tree and hit every branch on the way down.

If you doubt that, read this paragraph:

We did not know exactly how you [President Barack Obama] would proceed to restore our beloved Constitution. It seemed beyond redemption, like my kitchen floor did briefly last week after my dog, Bodhi, accidentally ate 24 corn bread muffins. You said you would push back your sleeves and begin, that it would take all of us working harder than we ever had before, but that you would lead. While acknowledging the financial and moral devastation of the last eight years, you said you would start by giving your people healthcare. You would do battle with the conservatives and insurance companies. You said in your beautiful way many times that this was the overarching moral and spiritual issue of our times, and we understood this to mean that you took this to be your Selma, your Little Rock.

If I was writing a parody of the type, this is the paragraph that I would write to clue everybody in that it was all a joke. I mean, come on: naming the dog “Bodhi?” That’s perfect absurdity.

Moe Lane

Crossposted to RedState.

No, not from me: but somebody will look at this and think of you.

Star Trek Fragrance Tiberius Boldly Go Cologne
(Via Galley Slaves, via @BrianFaughnan.)

Don’t try to deny it. And extra points for the logo.

Moe Lane