Stirring myself to the right words after One of Those Tragedies always takes a while. First, there’s the dragged-down feeling of “here we go again.” The antis rush gleefully on stage to perform their blood dances and once again, decent people need to respond to them, if for no other reason than to keep the record straight.
We can’t even stop to speak with decency and sympathy for the horrible losses because to speak at all is to become political. And that’s obscene.
Mass murders, whether by bomb or knife or vehicle or poison, are horrific individual tragedies. But mass murders by firearm result in a dreary sameness.
And I’m as nervous as the proverbial long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. With spikes on their rockers. Poisoned spikes. With blasting caps in them. And alien plague germs. Flesh-eating alien plague germs.
One good thing: worst comes first. The initial step (which I’m staying out of the way of) is to tear up part of the floor to gauge just how much rot, beetle damage, carpenter ant infestation, and other baddies might be under there. Once we see that, we know the baddest of the bad things that can happen on this project. I’ll be very, very glad to get that out of the way. Just knowing helps, even if the fixing turns out more complicated than hoped.
After that, it’s a picnic. Well, most likely a picnic with ants, wasps, yellow-jackets, particularly aggressive blue jays, thunderstorms threatening, and a party of teenagers next door blasting rap music and drinking ’til they puke. But by comparison, a picnic.
John McAfee brings his famously wild brain (and unfortunately a lack of solid stats) to his claim that we should forget gun control and worry more about EZ EMPs. Challenged on the EMP question, he backs up his claim that a smart kid could destroy a city. I don’t know how good his information is, but this’ll make you think. His smackdown of Obama’s single-issue silliness is good, in any case.
I’d expect this sort of thing in over-regulated, over-zoned cities, but when rural Colorado tries to keep people from living off-grid on their own land, we’re truly in a pickle. (Via jed in comments)
Have you ever complained about how some arbitrary credit score governs too much of your life (from the ability to rent an apartment to whether or not you can get a job)? Well, if this article is accurate, you should be glad you don’t live in China. Where your political opinions and those of your friends might soon be scored. (I must stress, though, that I don’t yet know how correct this info is. A writer on the ACLU site confirms the original piece, but more solid info is needed.)
TPP negotiations are finished and the Electronic Frontier Foundation calls the (still largely secret) pact a betrayal.
HEADS UP! Obama’s headed to Roseburg, Oregon, on Friday to continue politicizing the UCC murders for the sake of his anti-gun agenda. Locals and other activists are responding with a rally telling the Hoplophobe in Chief that he and his anti-rights agenda aren’t welcome in rural Oregon.
If you’re in the area and can attend, please send reports and photos. I’ll gladly post them here.
I’ve been occupied lately getting ready for the next Big Scary Project on my house. This one involves demolition of one of the many ill-conceived and ruinously awful additions, foundation and under-flooring repair in one corner of the house, plus moving and completely reconstructing the bathroom.
The real work could begin as early as Thursday, as late as Monday, or could be postponed for months if Handyman Mike’s Perpetual Life Crisis doesn’t resolve in time for his work to be coordinated with that of The Only Plumber In Town, whose appearance is a privilege that must be arranged two months in advance.
Before I get to the linkage — good luck to all you on the east coast, especially from the Carolinas to New Jersey. Keep to high ground and away from the surf and flooded roads, please. We need to keep you guys around!
The Freeholder was caught in some of the early storm action and has some thoughts on bugging out when you’re … already out.
Looks as if the Clinton machine may be setting up the ever-loyal Huma Abedin to take the fall for the email scandal. Since when is it an “intrusion” or a “comandeering” (even in the Washington Times) when an aide answers emails for the boss?
The woman who dropped her newborn from a seventh-story window used to work for child protective services.
Karma’s a you-know-what. Those “scientists” who urged the fedgov to prosecute those who disagree with them have pulled their letter from the web (with lame excuses) after bloggers gave their lead guy’s finances a closer look.
Ted Cruz, attempting to be relevant, appoints that unconscionable weasel and professional has-been, Bob Barr, to do outreach toward libertarians. (H/T JB)
That $750 pill that gained so much notoriety recently is (you will not be surprised to learn) more a product of the U.S. regulatory system than of some “greedy rogue” (however unsavory the rogue in question might actually be).
Dunno. Cloning pooches still seems creepy to me. Amazing. But creepy. Also wish this NPR piece had gone into more detail about how cloned dogs can differ so much, even in basic characteristics like markings, from their source material.
As I was saying, we all have ways in which other people can look at our lives and say, “Why can’t she see how obviously she’s messing up?” I have mine.
One of them is doing things to keep myself from making much money. Although I deeply admire people who’ve accumulated a pragmatic amount of wealth and can be happy, prudent, and generous with it, I have a top beyond which I’m not comfortable going. It’s my ceiling. And it’s low.
BTW, for those who care … today is the 60th anniversary of the death of James Dean.
Yes, it’s a tragedy to die young, but it’s quite a feat to achieve lasting glory (and become an eternal symbol of Troubled Youth) on the strength of just three movies. Impossible to imagine James Dean living to 84.
I used to commemorate this day faithfully every year to the point where it became a running joke for my friends. Been lax about it lately. But sixty years dead and still going strong; that deserves some notice.