Eighty-four square feet, 305 possessions. I’m glad my own tiny-house phase is over, but I’m also glad I had it. I’m really glad it never went down to 84 square feet.
Join the IRS. Cheat on your taxes. Misbehave. Win awards. Where do I sign up!
Not just renegade ranchers, but the Texas attorney general, is ready to say, “Come and take it! (H/T LarryA in comments.)
Fellow plane passengers perform one, tiny non-violent act of resistance to save a fellow passenger from an unjust and potentially deadly deportation. Wow.
While the smartest and most dogged gun-rights writers are still going back and forth about whether this week’s “faster than a speeding cartridge” Bloomy ad was real or a hoax, we know this one’s just as stooo-pid and appears to be the genuinely ignorant item.
So … some uninsured Californians get covered under Obamacare. Whoopee. Months later they’re desperately banging on the doors of free clinics for the uninsured because they can’t get doctors to see them. (How many of us kept shouting, “It’s not about ‘coverage.’ It’s about access to actual care!”)
Wanna see the impact of state sales taxes on business? Check out Amazon’s numbers. (Well, that may help explain why after a strong start to the year, my personal Amazon links are producing spit and bubble gum this month.)
So this is what the ultimate mainstream ‘zine thinks of the Cliven Bundy standoff. Not a word about federal overkill. Not a word about needlessly slaughtered animals. Not a word about why the BLM operates paramilitary forces. Just that the fedgov had better crack down harder lest the peasants (We the Picts) get even more uppity. Yeah, thank you King George III for your advice.
Mack. Smack that man. He had to have known — had to from all his years of experience — that this stupid and apparently completely untrue blat would not only be picked up by every enemy of freedom, but that it would be remembered, and exaggerated, for the next 20 years. (“Oh yeah, the Bundy Ranch militia people. They were the ones who used women and babies as human shields …”)
I’ve been trying to find out how many New Yorkers dutifully lined up by yesterday’s deadline to get their yellow Star of David badges “assault weapon” registration forms. New York officials aren’t telling. Unofficial estimates are interesting.
In Seattle (where cops have been under federal scrutiny for being such brutes), apparently police aren’t the only badge-wearing thugs.
My apologies to LarryA for not linking this the other day, but it’s a good one even if I’m late with it. “Women’s intuition” and concealed carry meet a very surprised robber.
One more reason to exercise no matter how old you are: healthier skin.
Man, poor Mark Witaschek can’t catch a break. Just keep repeating to yourself, “This is the freest nation on earth, this is the freest nation on earth, this is …”
Like most here I’ve been watching the standoff at the Bundy ranch. I’ve had nothing new to add to the discussion, so I haven’t blogged about it. Like others, I was just trying to figure what to make of it. I only hoped it wouldn’t end up being another Weaver/Waco massacre.
Not this time:
(Image via Sipsey Street, where Mike Vanderboegh has some spirited things to say about it.)
Did you know … that “dog whisperer” Cesar Millan came to the U.S. as an illegal immigrant? (Tip o’ hat to PT)
Another reason for drug warriors to suspect and harass you: having a Colorado license plate. (Will having a Washington state license plate be the next sure sign that you’re a monster possessed by Reefer Madness?)
This writer asks why “we” make children sit still in class. But she dodges the answer. That’s curious, because John Taylor Gatto and many others have addressed that question in books and articles. “We” make children sit still in school (and obey bells, and associate only with those of the same age, and study each individual subject as if it’s unrelated to any other) because our government school system is based on a Prussian model designed to produce obedient little drones.
* I hope that actually says something meaningful in Spanish — which I don’t actually speak. Never can quite be sure whether “la resistencia” might actually just be a property of electricity, or maybe a cuss word, rather than what I think it means.
