- Ilana Mercer on freedom of association. And dialoging with a Neo-Nazi.
- Related: Kevin D. Williamson on the war on the private mind.
- Back in the day, science fiction was a realm where freedom of ideas prevailed. Prevailed by definition, I assumed, because how can you speculate about alternate futures and realities without the freedom to think unbound thoughts? I’m still having trouble understanding how political correctness has consumed SF.
- Self control in a world that promotes self indulgence. This is about primal eating, but has implications way beyond that. (H/T PT)
- Chris Christie has pardoned Shaneen Allen. (Updated to direct to Nicki Kenyon’s new post at The Zelman Partisans.)
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Once in a while, buddy Jim Bovard will include “Claire Wolfe” in a group of searches. This apparently gets interesting.
Images like this come up (embiggenate for proper appreciation):
I have no idea who the cute-in-an-officey-sort-of-way “me” is, but she’ll do.* And while I truly, truly, truly don’t get why Sonia Sotomayor keeps coming up in searches on my name, it’s a fact. And it’s far from the first time. Poor Sonia and I appear to be linked by karma. Bad karma, no doubt. But her karma or mine, who knows? (I’ve probably deepened the karmic connection by writing her name here.)
And the “related” searches results persuade me that I really do need to quit writing about Al*n G*ttl*eb.
Still, I can live with all of the above. But when Jim did a Bing search this morning … Oh, the horror!
Again, I have zero idea who that particular “Claire Wolfe” is. I have a vague recollection of seeing that photo before. Maybe I used or linked to it in a blog post.** But I wish to pronounce publicly, firmly, loudly, indignantly, and excruciatingly categorically — NOT ME.
Furthermore, it’s not even my sister, my third cousin once removed, my next-door neighbor, or some grouchy woman who once snarled at me at the DMV.
She would snarl, though. You can tell. Probably bites, too.
Jim suggested I sue Bing. Or at least put some better “me” images out there for them to notice. Funny that hardly any search engine ever turns up the infamous “hat” photo — which actually is me and is right up here on this blog every, single day.
Deeply offended though I am to have some Aileen Wournos lookalike misrepresenting my graceful, pleasant, and refined self, these crazily crapazoid results do help restore my hope that privacy is still possible. Despite all the ominous news, it’s clear that “they” don’t yet know everything there is to know about us all.
* Mystery solved by Commentariat member Laird. The cute young woman holding a manuscript is, according to Google’s caption, one of my editors, Rhoda Denning. Hi, Rhoda! The perils of working at long distance: I don’t know what most of the people I work with look like. :-(
** Mystery solved by Commentariat member Donna. The Wournos lookalike is Debra Oberlin, a former chapter president of Mothers Against Drunk Driving, busted for [drumroll] … drunk driving. Good detective work, Donna.
- When you’re a bazillionaire, your April Fools jokes may be lame, but they can be pretty elaborate. (H/T MJR)
- Let me see if I understand this. It’s okay for the government to blackmail, extort, threaten violence, and steal all the assets from Silk Road. But it’s wrong if individual government agents do it. No, no matter how I try, I can’t wrap my head around whatever principle they’re going by.
- Showering with the fedgov.
- I always love these articles on how being a
grumpy curmudgeonly doom-bearing sky-is-fallingworrywort can actually be good for your work.
While I disagree with some of the contentions in this article (e.g. that it takes no skill to wield a knife!), it does offer some food for thought on why it just might be okey-dokey after all to bring a knife to a gun fight. (Tip o’ hat to MJR)
Oooh! Ooooh! I want this job! (H/T jed)
- Five simple ‘Net security tricks from a Google engineer. I’m already doing four and a half of them. How about you?
- Don’t it just figure? Willie Nelson now has his own cannabis variety and hopes to open a chain of stores described as “the Whole Foods of marijuana.”
- Fascinating. Twenty-five percent of people have an extra color receptor in their eyes. Hm. Wonder how many of those are artists or go into fields requiring good color perception?
- So what do you think? Should this guy have been kicked off that plane or not?
- On hiding cops’ identities, a governor does the right thing (although maybe not for the right reasons).
- The war on geese. So funny I just had to steal it from Joel. Love the idea of a national border collie reserve, even if Kevin D. Williamson doesn’t know a border collie from a Lassie collie.
- Moviewise, it appears that both the Jane Austen craze and the zombie craze may both have jumped the shark. In the very same film.
Mechanic came out to my house today, poked around under the hood of the Xterra, and kept repeating, “Interesting. Hm. Interesting situation …”
Trust me, “interesting” is not a word you want spoken by someone examining your vehicle’s engine.
Seriously, though, things aren’t too bad.
I noticed a grinding noise in the front brakes a couple of weeks ago and figured I needed new brake pads. No surprise. I’ve been driving only “litely” since then and had already made an appointment with the mechanic for next week.
Then yesterday, the grinding in the front end took on a whole new character. Now it wasn’t just when braking. But also when backing, fronting, and steering. And the steering characteristics at low speed became “interesting.”
Sure enough, I peeked under the engine compartment this morning then opened the hood. Power steering fluid everywhere.
The mechanic refilled the reservoir and has given his blessing to one-mile trips to the grocery store and post office until the parts come in, but I’m opting to leave the Xterra in the driveway.
So it’s carlessness for the next week. Which, given how close I am to everything I need, is no biggie.
You might remember that I was carless for 15 months toward the end of my years in Cabin Sweet Cabin. That was also “interesting,” though also mostly no biggie. Eventually a heroic reader fronted me the price of an ’84 Subaru station wagon and even drove it 150 miles out to me. I reimbursed him in silver coins — which promptly lost 20% of their value the very next week. Poor guy. He was a good sport about it, though.
Loved that little car. When it rained the passenger compartment floor would fill with several inches of water, and “interesting” was the best word to describe its exhaust system. But it was great to drive. I’d have another one like it in an instant.
The Xterra’s been super reliable, but OMG, what a gas guzzler. Been meaning to cut down on my driving, so here’s my chance. It’s only a week or so and I find I’m actually looking forward to being footloose and peripatetic.
Deadlining this week as well as doing my small bit to get The Zelman Partisans ready for its next big step (look for it mid-April, Lord willing and the crick don’t rise). So blogging is a bit slow. But got some links for ya …
- Missed an important anniversary in the history of government on Monday: passage of the Enabling Act. March 23, 1933.
- Personally, I think if they can’t afford to pay for their own first-class travel, the whole scurvy bunch of ‘em ought to just hitchhike and stay in hostels. And what the heck is a “first lady,” anyhow, and why should any sane human being want one? She wouldn’t be worth it even if she cost only $1.98 in upkeep.
- One more reason not to live in California: the Obamacare of energy policies.
- Fabulous opening line: “It’s spring, and just as the appearance of shoots and buds makes you optimistic that winter is departing, so too are there signs around the country that make you optimistic that our leviathan state is, if not departing, at least starting to retreat.” New Mexico abolishes asset forfeiture without criminal conviction.
- The .sucks domain is almost here — and its price structure makes it look like a very clever shakedown scheme.
- “We were wolves once …
- … and maybe some of us still are. (H/T jed from comments)
- Seymour Hersh revisits the ghosts of My Lai.
- Give a corporation the idea that it’s a government and pretty soon it starts acting like one. (H/T PT)
- What every well-prepared … um, prepper should have: the world’s first portable, grab-n-go flame thrower. (I really can’t decide how far the tongue is in the cheek on this one.) (Tip o’ hat to MJR)
- Bovard on the “food security” charade. That whole “food security” business has always grated with me (it’s so blatantly trumped up). But Bovard doesn’t just let it grate. He knows his stuff on this topic.
- Are we flushing gold down the toilet?
- Was this predictable, or what? Cops raid the pot club of Charlo Green, the former Alaska newscaster who announced on air, expletive included, that she was quitting TV for cannabis activism.
- Scientists think they’ve found the world’s largest asteroid-impact zone. If so, will be fascinating as future researchers trace its relationship to extinctions, climate, and more.
- Two great dog stories: Funny how even a dog that’s scared of people understands when (and how) to ask for human help; and heres a story about an Ecuadorian-Swedish mutt that’s just wonderful from scruffy beginning to happy ending. (H/T Shel in comments)
- Chortle. Mexicans (presumably Mexican yuppies) are now importing pot from the U.S.
- Sigh. I really thought the Buddhists were better than this. Okay, it’s not Buddhists. It’s the gummint of Myanmar, so not exactly the heart of enlightenment. But still people, get a clue. If you have to force others to respect your holy men, it’s clear you don’t actually think your holy men are worthy of respect on their own.
- The GNU Manifesto turns 30 this year. (H/T jed)
- Raising up a whole new generation of shooters. Of course, it’s all the fault of the eeeevil gun industry. But still an encouraging article. (Tip o’ hat to LA)
- Another powerful one from Mike V: “The E.N.D. Game and the End of Games.” While I hope it never comes to shooting, certainly the nabobs are better targets than their almost endlessly replaceable minions.
- How it happened in Detroit: one home at a time. Very sad, very well-told story.
- Two from TZP on the awful doom once again looming over Europe’s Jews: first my take on a recent, must-read Atlantic article; then Y.B. ben Avraham says a shofar is calling Jews home.
- Kit Lange pens an open letter to the sheriffs of Washington state. Yes, Kit is revealing herself to be one impressive woman.
- So it wasn’t enough for the feddies to go after our woodstoves. Now our dreadful BBQ emissions are the problem.
- Even the WaPo thinks Obama is blowing smoke on the issue of guns.
- Some things are still creepy despite being “voluntary.” Adidas adds near-field communications to selected clothing items.
- Other things may be technically “voluntary” but still Orwellian. No, Hertz has no plans to spy on drivers with those in-car cams it’s now installing. Noooo. Of course not. (Via Wendy McElroy)
- Ferguson shows that big government is not a victimless crime.
- The FAA sez you can’t post your little drone videos on YouTube. Hahahahahahahahaha! Now let’s see you enforce that, feddies.
- Now this woman was some spy!
- Kurt Hofmann ventures the thought that maybe the fedgov shouldn’t abolish the ATF after all.
- I’m as impressed with Kit Lange as Kevin Wilmeth is. And for similar reasons.
- The mysterious fate of Sharpton’s financial records. Hm. Maybe Hillary conveniently deleted them like she’s deleting herself.
Given that he had a rare form of early onset Alzheimers, his death at 66 may have been a mercy. But damn. He was the best. The best since Mark Twain. Maybe (we could argue about this) better.
ADDED: It bugs me that the obits are calling Pratchett a “fantasy novelist.” That’s like calling Twain a “writer of adventure stories for boys.” Pratchett’s books, especially the Discworld series, are hilarious social and political satires that just happen to be set in a world populated by vampires, trolls, golems, witches, werewolves, one six-foot-tall dwarf, and let’s not forget that terribly scruffy talking dog, Gaspode.
Okay, it’s just another great commercial. But boy, sometimes these days, the most commercial stuff is sooooo cool. (H/T PT)
* For those who don’t know, this is how I say heartwarming. I’ve been exchanging movie reviews every month with BHM’s webmaster Oliver Del Signore for (yikes!) about 13 years now, and in that time I have so come to loathe movies that are billed as either “heartwarming” or “inspirational” that where film is concerned, I treat those two terms as cuss-words. Thus h-wording and i-wording. Still, even my ice-cold Grinchly heart can be warmed once in a while. :-)