- Eric Holder,
peacemakerpatron saint of violent cops.
- Failed rescue of Foley. Seems Obama is even more like Carter than it appeared.
- An Ayn Rand dollar?
- Smart homes are stupid. Maybe it’s only because the tech is new and just developing. Maybe … some of it’s actually stupid. (Not to mention intrusive and insanely insecure.)
- I have no idea whether the cop in the Ferguson shooting was justified or not. This cop in Ferguson should be busted below the level of janitor. UPDATE: He has at least been taken off duty. It’s a start.
- This authoritarian creepazoid judge in Maryland, too.
- And beware of this guy and his thousands of thinkalikes.
- But here’s some good cheer about everyday wonders from Cornered Cat: “Illuminating.”
- It’s also encouraging that the Shaneen Allen defense fund is doing very, very well. (Via this article by Will Grigg)
Archive for the ‘Money’ Category
- Why we get only idiotic reporting on guns from the MSM: one more data point. (And this from one of the reporters who was on the scene in Ferguson where rubber bullets were actually fired!)
- Craigslist: Roof Koreans for hire. :-) (H/T AG)
- MJR reminds me that it’s time to revisit Robert Peel’s nine rules for policing. Sort of encouraging that an MSM source ran that (even if a Canadian one).
- “Paper Boys.” Inside the dark, profitable world of consumer debt collection. Eeew!
- “Cigars, But Not Close.” Mark Steyn on U.S. police overkill.
- “The Low-Information Diet.” A classic from Mr. Money Moustache. Such things have been said in these parts before, but always need re-saying. (Maybe one of these days yours truly will actually listen.)
- The yellow dog project. Good idea beginning to gain worldwide traction: yellow ribbons to identify dogs who may be nervous, old, rambunctious, ill or otherwise not appropriate to approach.
It’s not spam. Jacquie Lawson cards will be going out today to roof-raiser donors. If you open yours, I can promise you won’t pick up any virii or have your mailbox hacked.
You might get an OD of cuteness, though.
ADDED: Whew! All cards have now been sent. If you donated and didn’t receive a card, please let me know. It could be because I don’t have a good email address for you or it could be
I’m an idiot I got overwhelmed and missed you. Smack me upside the head and I’ll make up for it.
While composing cards, I also did some counting, even though the job severely taxed my supply of fingers and toes:
Sixty wonderful people have donated (with a couple more gifts perhaps still to come). Twenty donors sent $100 — or more! Eleven sent between $50 and $100. Everybody donated generously. You made my days and you made the roof-raiser a roaring success. This fundraiser exceeded its goal in an extravagant manner and in just a hair over two weeks.
As a little Hungarian lady I used to know would say (when she was very moved and surprised): “I’m ‘STOUND!”
- Oh rats. Device sniffs out smuggled money.
- Irony. While Obama asks Ferguson, MO, police to quit attacking journalists, press-freedom advocates ask Obama to do the same.
- In the “decline of civilization and common sense” department, two women are so terrified of an angry cat that they call 911. And this was their own cat, not some potentially rabid stranger. (H/T SC)
- “The Soros Put.” The savvy, super-connected billionaire bets $2.2 billion (17% of his assets under management) on a coming stock market crash. H/T to Silver, who also comments.
- “Who lost the cities?”
- Hint: Their close cousins lost the whole darned economy.
- Some perspective on Ferguson from a local.
- Blind “gun nuts.” Dare I call this an eye opener?
- Good one from Paul Bonneau on defending our culture from alien invaders.
- Why are so many lullabies murder ballads? Or at least sad, scary songs? One of my favorites — yet creepiest — of the type is the Irish lullaby The Castle of Dromore, aka October Winds. (Lyrics here.)
- How the economic hard times have been affecting … prostitutes. Yes, prostitutes.
- Sigh. Once again someone writes an astute, well-researched article about the catastrophe of government schooling — and draws exactly the same obviously stupid conclusion.
- And speaking of edumakation, here’s a good laugh. Students: Cease Rogeting Proximately!
- The nationwide pattern of household debt is interesting.
- Off-duty mountain rescue dog finds and saves injured senior.
From the get-go, this roof-raiser was going about as brilliantly as it possibly could.
But today? First came that totally surprising $330 from A. Then I collected the snail. OMG.
D. — a honey of a guy — sent a package containing a Kershaw pocket knife, a letter with one of the most roller-coastery personal stories I’ve read in many a year, and two portraits of Ben Franklin. Whoa. I never knew old Ben was so handsome!
Nearly there, nearly there …
The next envelope shattered the glass at the top of the thermometer. I can only say, “Thank you, Anonymous,” and even that may be crossing a line because this donation came with a strict, “NO CREDIT” order.
But how do you not give credit?
What now? Well, now I call the roofing crews and get myself a spot on their schedules. There will be no drowned cats, drenched doggies, or soggy writers this winter.
The total cost of my roof-to-be is $8,300. I was hoping to raise half of that with this fundraiser. You have contributed over 60 percent! Which leaves me with a much lighter, much more doable, burden. I was a little worried there for a while.
How do you say thank you? When I started, I had no idea what would happen. Maybe you’d send a cumulative few hundred and I’d get a few comments telling me (in effect), “Why should anybody send you money when children are starving in Africa?”
I feel so awkward asking for money!
I knew some old friends and Usual Suspects would kick in. But I didn’t know whether I’d end up … embarrassed or what. I’d have been grateful for any contributions. I’m speechlessly grateful for what you all have done. And while the Usual Suspects jumped in generously, so did so many people I’ve never heard from before.
My “official” thank yous will go out shortly. (I’ve been acknowledging all donations in comments as they’ve come in, and hope I haven’t been rude making some of you wait weeks for a better thank you.)
This roof-raiser has met its goals — emphatically and amazingly. I’ll still leave the “donate” button up a while longer for anybody who’d still like to “have their names on some memorial shingles” (LOL early contributors T & T for that).
But … wow. Just wow. And did I mention … wow?
Today totally sucked. Today was totally blessed. That’s not as eloquent as, “It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.” But that line’s already taken.
Some of what follows is pretty personal. Don’t click on the more link if you hate that stuff.
I’m working on a blogosaurus post, which I hope to have within the next few days. Meanwhile, here’s some randomness for you.
But first (and absolutely foremost), many thanks. Your generosity and support have been mind boggling. After the first red-hot week the roof-raising bleg looked as if it was going to stall out.
But nope. Old friends and new have just kept the funds coming. Robbie, Ava, and Kitsu the cat will all thank you for the dryness this winter. And you darned betcha, so will I.
Now, on to randomness, trivia, and the collection and dispersal of linkage …
It’s a mystery why one person can be poor but still be proud, independent, and reasonably content while the guy next door is only content to slide into a swamp of misery, blame, slovenliness, dependence, and cigarette smoke.
I agree that Alchemist summed things up pretty well by observing, “Poor is a state of finance. Poverty is a state of mind.”
- Remember when “making a federal case” out of something meant it was a super-serious matter? Well, not so much now. (H/T G)
- Did development of modern human beings require diminished testosterone?
- Did it also require … but wait, let a neuroscientist tell you her brilliant ideas. The TED talk. The transcript. (Good one, LA!)
- Funny. Don’t recall Jesus ever saying that you’d be able to recognize his disciples by their
worksmulti-million dollar residences.
- Eleven things humans do that dogs hate. (But wait just a minute. My pups love to get hugs from the right person.)
- I was going to save this until next Independence Day after Chris dropped the link into comments last week. But naw. It’s good any time: “Why I don’t pledge allegience (or why I won’t swear fealty to a sovereign lord).”
Will aim for having part II of “Poverty vs Poverty” later today. Not sure when.
Meantime, don’t forget to keep a roof over my head!
I once briefly dated a guy who lived from hand to mouth. He got by on about $600 a month, mostly donated by friends who thought he was a starving genius. Literally he never knew at the beginning of the month whether he’d have enough to make it to the end without going hungry.
He was also a mega-slob. But he always said that if he someday had enough money to live in a nice place he was sure his “naturally clean self” would keep it impressively neat and spotless.
At the time, I lived in a house that was tiny but a gem. I’d bought it from a young architect who’d remodeled it for himself and his family and it was a work of love. Mr. Naturally Clean Self would come over and after an hour it would look … well, just like his place. Grime on the counters. Cabinet doors left open. Jackets and shoes discarded in the middle of the floor, furniture askew.
Now I realize some people just aren’t into keeping a tidy house, and that’s dandy. But I laughed at his self-delusion.
He also believed that someday he’d be famous and fabulously wealthy as an author. But of course, he never put a word down on paper — while at the same time he wouldn’t think of holding an actual job or doing freelance work because that would disrupt his spiritual and creative flow.
Okay, good people. It’s been a long time since I’ve asked for anything. Last year I skipped fundraising because it always seemed someone else had a greater need. You responded generously and helped some good people.
Now I need a new roof over my head. It’s going to cost $8,300. I hope to raise half of that via this bleg. So here’s the goal: $4,150. Here’s the hope: that if you enjoy this blog and get something good out of it, you’ll donate.
I’m also hoping that donations won’t just come from the Usual — wonderful — Suspects who have shown so much love over the years. If you’ve been reading this blog and have never contributed … well, help keep me and my furkids dry this winter!
Obligatory note: I am paid to write this blog and I do earn money from my Amazon Associates links. But I blog much more than BHM requires. So the wonderful people of BHM also allow me to use this forum to raise other funds as needed. I try to do it sparingly. So send me some spare change and I’ll quit blegging!