Well, I don’t know which is more depressing: presidential candidates who’ve never succumbed to any vices or those who have but lie about it.
Rigidly straightlaced people rarely make empathetic “leaders.”
It’s definitely depressing that America’s blood-dancing hoplophobes will still fail to notice a) that it does happen in other countries and b) that an evil guy with an agenda can kill more people with a truck than with a firearm.
And why do so many people consider it somehow “better” if the Nazgul preserve an appearance of impartiality, even when they clearly have agendas?
This is like the dysfunctional family that thinks as long as nobody talks about the problem, there is no problem.
While clearly there’s a lot in the world to be pissed off about (and there always has been, right from the time the first finny thing ate the first one-celled squiggly thing), I had no idea until Joel mentioned it that today is supposed to be a national day of rage.
Which is good. Because so far, as of early afternoon Pacific time, I haven’t yet managed to get beyond a good ennui.
Still, there’s time. Even if one can’t manage more than a state of mild vexation today, perhaps a touch of contumely toward one’s presumptive rulers, The Brunett warned recently of a dangerously mad summer to come.
Could be. I don’t share either the fear or the rage, but then I live in a peaceful, pleasant backwater, where the people around me are actually, you know, nice. And many of them reasonably self-sufficient and busy enough with their lives not to set aside public time for rage and riot.
(ETA) Thus it was almost a relief to learn from wise commentors that no one’s seriously demanding that we get all enraged after all. At least not today. Whew.
Still, does anybody doubt that we’re only seeing the beginning of dangerous times?
As for me, since Robbie died, I’ve been taking extra walks with Ava. Sometimes our walks are just the usual thing, a mile or two in the morning or afternoon. But we’ve done more than our share of hilly trecks that (speaking only for me; I don’t know about Ava) get the heart rate going and produce a happy soreness in thighs and calves. I think both Ava and I have lost a little weight this last week on this routine.
But to heck with getting overly healthy. We’ve also earned our indulgences. Yesterday after one such hike, we stopped at the little tienda in town and bought a fat slice of tres leches cake (swimming in thick cream!) and a Jarritos tamarind soda. Took them both over to the waterfront and enjoyed them there. Ava got to lick the cake carton.
I don’t like carbonated beverages and rarely ever have soft drinks of any sort. But I love how these fruity Mexican sodas boast of their gloriously high, and pure, sugar content. In this age of low-cal/no-cal everything, when even the worst sort of junk food masquerades as healthy (often because it’s filled with distinctly unhealthy manmade ingredients), it’s refreshing to see sugar proclaiming itself so cheekily from the side of a bottle. A bottle that, BTW, still requires a churchkey opener that’s hung from the side of an old-fashioned refrigerator case.
The tienda also has incredible tacos — handmade soft corn tortillas, folded over seasoned meat, avocado slices, crema, and fresh cilantro, among other goodies. But I’ll go back for those another day.
In the meantime, don’t feel you absolutely have to go out tonight and, on command, work yourself into such a righteous rage that you forget to enjoy your Friday and your weekend. :-)
So last year, scientists figured out that cinnamon might help prevent colo-rectal cancer (if you happen to be mouse). Now they’re saying it improves mousy learning, too. No word yet on how much us humans would have to ingest to get the benefits. (H/T VS)
If old people should be banned from v*ting, what about the young-but-terminally-ill? The left. It really is out of good ideas. (But then, is that worse than the political right, which has a few good ideas but not the courage to stand up for them?)
And I’m with Glenn Reynolds: There a lot of stuff that should be banned for all those political types who want to go around banning things and otherwise making other people’s lives miserable.
Eejits. Ignorant eejits, too. Ignorant, blood-dancing eejits, need I add?
I’d hoped to avoid a fundraiser until the end of the year or early next, but the last couple of months have made me regret for the first time not keeping that post office job my mother thought was so wonderful when I was 19. (“It pays well for a woman,” Mom said. “Secure, too,” she said. “You can retire when you’re 50.”)
So here, simply, is the deal:
$3,000 keeps the blog going for another year* and not incidentally lets me tackle the earth-moving and wall-building part of the foundation work on my house.
$5,500 keeps the blog going for two years** and not incidentally lets me begin the foundation work, proper.
Every $300 raised below that keeps the blog going for one month.
A couple of years ago, you guys came through like champs for my “roof raiser.” This time I’m asking you not to think so much about the needs of Ye Olde Wreck (because, really, why should they even be your concern?), but about this blog — which until May 1 had a financial “foundation” provided by BHM, but now has only Amazon links to support it. Think about whatever you get from this blog — information, community, encouragement, laughs, healthy rage, whatever it might be — and “v*te” with your dollars for it to continue.
Late next month, I’ll be back to more regular blogging. If you “v*te” with your dollars to keep the blog going beyond a year, the blog will also move to a dedicated site with interesting new features to be added (still in the thinking stages so far, but they’ll take advantage of the wonderful community spirit that’s grown around this blog).
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Elicitation. Kit Perez wrote an article about it last week. Every one of us should read it. If you haven’t, I’ll wait while you do.
I hadn’t heard the term, but anybody who’s been around the Outlaw scene knows the tactic. It’s a way of getting us to snitch on friends, give away secrets, or incriminate ourselves without us fully realizing what we’re doing.
And it works off our ordinary personality traits — anything from a desire to be polite and helpful to a desire to show how smart and “with it” we are. Which is what makes it so insidious.
I’m working on something I hoped to have ready this morning, but given the last few days, I expect you won’t be surprised I’m behind on it. Meantime, here are some links.
And thank you for the warm, wise, empathetic comments about Robbie. So many of you have hit the mark so perfectly — and so many of you have been here yourselves. I don’t yet have the heart to respond in comments, but I’ve read the last couple of comment sections over and over. I can’t tell you how much it helps.
That this is outrageous, racist, murderous, and wrong in every way does not make this any less racist, less murderous, less wrong, or less outrageous.
Judge Napolitano on the Clintons beating the rap once again. Complete with examples of individuals who were prosecuted for similar, but lesser, actions.
And finally, dog stuff. From Shel in comments: Louis Awerbuck eloquently memorialized his warrior cocker spaniel. From Pat in comments: a little deaf girl teaches sign language to her little deaf puppy. (I’ve fostered three, maybe four, deaf herd-breed dogs and without exception they’ve been devoted, attentive, and alert learners.)
This is one of those purely personal posts, not to everybody’s taste. If you prefer the political and philosophical, I’ll try to be back later today with something substantive and you can skip this one.
Okay, this is verrrrrry politically incorrect. And maybe not so funny. But I laughed anyhow: Nutz-R-Us. Guess what they own and operate?
I hate to say anything good about Google. But when it comes to self-driving vehicles they’ve taken a more sensible path than Tesla. (But then, people aren’t drawn to Teslas because they’re “sensible.”)
Gosh. What a pity that gun ownership is falling off. Yes, despite record numbers of background checks. Despite millions of new shooters (young, minority, female). Despite all that actual, you know, evidence.
No prosecution for Hillary for exposing state secrets to casual scrutiny and hackery. But the FBI admits — no, bossman Comey himself states — that if one of us damnable peasants did the same thing, matters would be substantially different.
Although there is evidence of potential violations of the statutes regarding the handling of classified information, our judgment is that no reasonable prosecutor would bring such a case. … Responsible decisions also consider the context of a person’s actions, and how similar situations have been handled in the past. …
To be clear, this is not to suggest that in similar circumstances, a person who engaged in this activity would face no consequences. To the contrary, those individuals are often subject to security or administrative sanctions. But that is not what we are deciding now.
Yeah. Government of the people, by the people, and for the rich, powerful, and scary. So don’t none o’ you little people step out of line, ’cause we’re not even trying to pretend now that you’d get equal treatment under law.
Must admit I also like this part:
I know there will be intense public debate in the wake of this recommendation, as there was throughout this investigation. What I can assure the American people is that this investigation was done competently, honestly, and independently. No outside influence of any kind was brought to bear.
And as our first “beyond the blog” effort, on Independence Day we kicked off a contest to win a rare, historic Israeli Mauser. Put your thinking caps on, and you might eventually display this piece of history your wall. Or for that matter, take it to the range.
I also want to call your attention to the handy binoculars TZP got in recently. Their description says “compact.” Little did I know. Since then, I’ve received my own pair and shazam. These guys come with a belt loop and are so small and light you could carry them anywhere without noticing extra weight or bulk. I’ll probably have a review with pix soon.
Again, NFI on my part for any of this. Just want to see TZP grow and want to see us offer useful, attractive items that will eventually help fund special projects.
Here we are, less than 250 years after one of human history’s most glorious moments, the supposed beneficiaries of that glory, watching our country crumble. Economic ruin and stagnation. A police state obsessed with surveillance and control. Even formerly all-holy free speech under relentless attack from glassy-eyed apparatchiks.
And even the most unaware among We the Ordinary are beginning to wonder, “How did we get here?”