- As you suffer through your taxes (or their aftermath), be of good cheer. You have much less chance of being audited than you’ve had in years.
- Church in a wealthy community installs a “homeless Jesus” sculpture. Woman reports the bum to cops.
- Notice to thieves: It’s not a good idea to burglarize the Pena household.
- In many places this would not be news. In darkest blue, gun-loathing New Jersey, it’s a bigger miracle than seeing Jesus’ face in a tortilla. (H/T jw)
- I think some school officials are going to be in trouble over this Sure hope so. (PT, who sent this, said she was reminded of Tonio Carolina from Hardyville. Yeah, me, too!)
- Bet you didn’t know that Jim Bovard did stand-up comedy. But he pretty much did that at the New Hampshire Liberty Forum. Little rough in the first few minutes. Gets better as it goes.
Archive for the ‘Free speech’ Category
I’ve been trying to find good words to say about the McCarthyist botch of political correctness run amok at Mozilla this past week. I think this pretty much takes care of what needs saying.
Can hardly believe it’s from a former Obama speech writer.
- Open carry = fewer guns on the street?
- Um … maybe its because that “art” actually was trash?
- NSA will allow us to laugh at it, after all. Or rather, after discussion with its lawyers.
- Glenn Harlan Reynolds says Americans are taking up “Irish democracy.” Which has nothing to do with v*ting.
- This guy is lucky police didn’t kill him.
- The crazy is strong with this one.
- “Obamacare and my mother’s cancer medicine.” This is insane. This is cruel and unusual punishment. This is becoming too typical.
- Despite being a government school initiative that PBS praises, restorative justice is a good idea. (Never mind that us anarcho-types have been promoting justice-through-arbitration over arbitrary punishment forever and being called right-wing nuts for it.)
This is so short and so delightful I’m reprinting it in full. If you wrote this and object to my reprint, please let me know. It’s been getting around a lot.
By George R. Shirer
The assessor is attractive in a button-down kind of way. Blonde hair, pink jumpsuit, digital makeup set to minimal. Her face is a sculpt, something from one of the mid-level catalogues. Attractive, but not too attractive. The same face you see on a thousand other people. Only her eyes, brown and liquid, are original.
“You failed your empathy test, Mr. Clawford.”
Her tone is carefully modulated. No condemnation there, none at all. Just carefully presented curiosity.
“You haven’t been taking your dose.”
It isn’t a question. I shrug.
The assessor leans forward. Her pink uni-suit tightens slightly, emphasizing the shape of her breasts. It’s a cheap trick, meant to distract one, make your interviewer more susceptible to the subharmonic pulses they use in these interview rooms, to make one more compliant.
“Compassion fatigue,” I say.
The assessor arches her brows. “Honestly?”
“Honestly. I’m tired of being chemically forced to care for my fellow man.”
“Are you experiencing nausea? Fatigue? Some people develop a sensitivity to the pills over time.”
“No, nothing like that. I just decided not to take my dose.”
Her carefully modulated expression becomes one of concern.
“You are aware that refusing to take your dose is illegal?”
“It’s a class two offense. I know.”
“Will you take your dose now?”
“I sort of like feeling like a bastard. Does that make me a bad person?”
“It makes you . . . atypical,” says the assessor. She shifts in the chair. “This is the second time you’ve failed an empathy test, Mr. Clawford.”
“There are three options at this stage,” says the assessor. “You can take your dose and agree to daily monitoring for the next three months.”
“No. I won’t take the dose any more.”
She nods. “Fine. The second option is isolation. You’d be placed under house arrest and not allowed to leave your residence until you resume taking your dose.”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t think so. I think, miss, I’ll go for option three.”
She frowns. “Exile to the Cold Isles?”
“You are aware that if you choose exile, Mr. Clawford, it’s a one way trip?”
“And that is what you want to do? To go and live among the callous and the unfeeling?”
“Because I’d rather be an authentic bastard than a fake nice guy.”
Her grin surprises me. She stands and her suit tightens, turns matt black.
“Good answer. Come with me. We can be in Christchurch within the hour.”
I’m confused. “We?”
She laughs. “What? You didn’t think the fuzzies would trust one of their own to do these assessments, did you?”
“You’re one of the cold?”
“No, Mr. Clawford.” She gives me a look that I’ll get from lots of people over the next few weeks, part condescension, part genuine sympathy. “I’m one of the free.”
Tip o’ hat to EN.
- This judge wins the Ultra-Statist of the Week prize for excusing the NSA while kicking Snowden.
- I’ve been asking myself this question, too. When will insurance companies say, “Enough’s enough!”?
- We need more judges like Donald Beatty. (H/T Hobbit)
- Going “offshore” … in South Dakota. A sign of the times?
- And another sign of the times. Great one! College shooting ranges are on the rise. (Tip o’ hat to L.A.)
- The president of Uruguay. No matter what else you may think of him (or not think of him, since I’m guessing you spend a very, very small portion of your life thinking anything about Uruguay), he is poor, humble and leads an admirably simple life. (Lord Obama: Take note!)
- And let’s close with 33 goofy dogs. (With big H/T to fellow dog lover and dog rescuer, MLS.)
- You’ve heard of Bridezilla. And the Wedding Guest from Hell. Now meet The Mad Bomber Groom. Guess you gotta give him points for creativity. Not brains. Definitely not brains. But creativity.
- Experian, the worst and most pervasive of the big three credit bureaus sold data to an identity-theft “service”.
- Nooooo, really? And you say both parties are doing it?? Impossible! Quite impossible!
- Well, that’s one way to ensure that politicians actually get your message.
- Good idea. But I’d trust it a lot more if it didn’t come from Google.
- Death panels. Not a good thing. But yes, they’re real (Hellllooo, Canada!). And in the eyes of those who think we’re too stupid to make our own decisions, they are a good thing. (Terms like slippery slope and camel’s nose come to mind here.)
- Three mind-boggling optical illusions.
When I heard that the NSA was not only gobbling up email, but also hacking address books by the millions, my first impulse … well, it wasn’t to laugh.
You can filter spam. Your grandmother can filter spam. Thunderbird can filter spam. Everybody and his uncle’s ISP can filter spam. The NSA … not so much.
So go. Monkeywrench away. Instead of abandoning Gmail and Hotmail and all those other snoop-ready services, you can, should you so choose, make the very, very best of them.
I’m working on one of those Big Idea blogs. Not sure how long it’ll take to bring form out of the void. In the meantime, here’s some cheer. All these are related to the piece I’m working on.
The first three images I stole from Ragnar’s Freedom Outlaw page — the only thing on Facebook worth bothering with.
Next, here’s one from Random Acts of Patriotism. I never visited that site before, so I can’t vouch for its POV. But it did win my favor by linking to this article noting that v*ters have a higher opinion of hemorrhoids than Congress. (See, not all v*ters are stupid.) Anyhow, I grabbed this from there:
And finally, here’s a report from old online friend Shorty Dawkins (now of Oath Keepers) about the weekend’s takedown of Obama’s Barrycades in DC. Got some good pix there, including this one:
Almost makes me wish I’d been there …