(Via Ed Driscoll) And it offends me that your reporter let that racist bigot use her sign to accuse me – and roughly half the country, as well as the roughly three-fifths of the country who support measures like SB 1070 – of being one without even noting it in passing.
It doesn’t surprise me, but it offends me.
Moe Lane
PS: By the way: garbage like this is shoving people like me – who actually do want comprehensive immigration reform – towards taking a harder line on the issue.
That’s the title of a Peggy Noonan piece, and Joy McCann (Little Miss Attila) has some comments about the stars – or scales – falling from Peggy’s eyes:
…she, Ann Althouse, and Megan McArdle will have to deal with it for the rest of their lives. Those three women have all been an intellectual blessing to public discourse in this country, but they all succombed to the same cult of personality two years ago, and we still do not know what the final price tag on that cult of personality is going to be.
Well, Megan’s off of my Elections Have Consequences list… but, yeah, Joy’s right: the people who bought into the President’s cult of personality are going to have to deal with that eventually.
Personal reminiscence after the fold. Continue reading ‘He was supposed to be competent.’ Wait, what?
What? No, not this one. Not that it isn’t interesting, or that I have anything really to add to it except that I read it, disagreed with its conclusion, and yet retained my respect for Byron York as a columnist and conservative. We try to leave obsessive own-goal feuding to regional bloggers: like, say, South Carolina’s. If it weren’t for the fact that I’ve been doing this sort of thing long enough to know that somebody would ask, I wouldn’t have noted it; but somebody would, so I might as well save us all valuable time.
Anyway, the interesting column that I wanted to bring up was this one:
President Obama’s home is in the same Chicago neighborhood as Nation of Islam leader Louis Farrakhan. On Saturday night, the overlapping of Obama’s and Farrakhan’s worlds made for a strange, and sometimes testy, encounter between the Secret Service, the press corps covering the president, and the paramilitary security force, the Fruit of Islam, surrounding Farrakhan.
I haven’t changed from last night; I’m merely much better now and not obsessively planning to enter into kanly with Microsoft. Fortunately, I have a laptop that is too old to have that virulent piece of electronic crap WLMM installed, thus allowing me to do in five minutes with regular Windows Movie Maker what the ‘upgrade’ couldn’t do in an hour and a half. Yay for Moore’s Law, and its corollary of rapid computer obsolescence…
And, yes, I know: software like Adobe’s
Ah, Yankees fans (via @thebcast).
It’s not like Yankees fans are bad, or anything. There was no malice in that, and how could you expect one to resist the temptation of a pork chop? On a STICK? It’s just that events like these reinforce the rule of thumb about Yankees fans that you always need to have a qualified Yankee Fan Wrangler within line of sight of one. Yankees fans don’t mind, I’m sure: I expect that it’s a relief for them to know one’s there, really…
Moe Lane
PS: Well, yes, I was a Mets fan growing up. What does that have to do with anything?
(H/T: Hot Air Headlines) I refuse to believe that Eric Alterman is dumb enough to not know the answer to the questions:
Why in the world did he go blabbing about it? What did he possibly think he had to gain?
…if only because his essay* rather conspicuously danced around even trying to work out a rationale – which is odd, because said rationale is really fairly simple. In reverse order: what Joe Sestak thought that he had to gain was the Democratic nomination for Pennsylvania Senate. He was the underdog against the establishment candidate (and turncoat) Arlen Specter: the White House was on the other side; and Sestak was using an anti-establishment gambit. So he became the Guy Who Wouldn’t Be Bought. Continue reading Le Affaire Sestak: It’s the he-campaigned-on-it, stupid.
The Green Fields Of France (No Man’s Land)
That is a hard song to do right. Some day I’m going to find the right balance to it.
Ilario Pantano has had his primary, so he’s the official GOP candidate against Mike McIntyre. You probably remember him for (while serving in combat in Iraq) being falsely accused of murder – a statement that will hopefully infuriate quite a few antiwar types out there.
Ilario’s site is here.
(Via Ed Driscoll) Yes. This is precisely how it comes across.
Oh hi there! I was out shooting caribou on the Arctic Cat and saw your synapse lights on, and so I said to myself, “now, gosh darn it, Sarah, you’ve been living inside this nice person’s cerebral cortex for, what is it, almost two years now? By golly, it’s about time you dropped in at their frontal lobe with a plate of your famous homemade Alaska welcome wagon cookies and introduced yourself.” So anyhoo, I sure hope you like ’em. Don’t want to give out a family recipe, but the secret ingredient is baby seal. I clubbed ’em fresh this morning!
Oh my goodness… you look kind of confused. I get that a lot! You were probably thinking, “hey, I only wanted to move next door to Sarah Palin — now what in the goshdarned heck is she doing inside my brain?” Well ya see, the deal is I’m not Sarah, but boy I gotta tell ya, we sure do get mistaken all the time! No, I’m just a plain ol’ homunculus Sarah Palin that your own id created to sublimate your deep-seated psychosexual neuroses. Or so those egghead books say, anyway. But if you ask me that sure sounds like a lot of elite Anti-America liberal professor gobbledegook! By the way, your id says hi.
As usual, the problem with excerpting Iowahawk is figuring out where to cut, so read the whole thing. I got nothing that can top it, anyway. Continue reading ‘Sarah, John! Sarah… from the *ID*!’*
It comes from Ace of Spades:
They say the Constitution is not a suicide pact. Neither is consistency a suicide pact. If Bush and Obama were competing in the Olympics in the high jump, and the liberals set the bar at 9 feet for Bush, we cannot permit them to set the bar at three feet for Obama.
Nine feet is the mark. I didn’t argue for that high bar for success under Bush, but, the mark having been established, I’ll be damned if I’m going to let it be lowered for King Obama.
And before you start pounding the table and shouting about how we need to be morally superior to a bunch of people who want us all to die in a fire, do the following things: Continue reading QotD, Hobgoblin of Little Minds edition.
