2015 archive
“The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night”* 0
I have never visited Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello, though I spent a year in Charlottesville a long time ago. Desiree S. Melton, though, was recently there and noticed that something was missing: even a quasi-honest treatment of chattel slavery.
Here’s a bit of her reaction (emphasis added):
Follow the link.
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*If you know the Canon, you know that this post’s title refers to something that didn’t happen.
Twilight of the Elites 2
He has a point.
Suffer the Children . . . 0
. . . or be held in contemptible court.
The Golden Fleecing 0
The Inky talks to Atlantic City residents about their experiences with Donald Trump. The picture that emerges is one of a skilled card shark–well, read it for yourself. Here’s a bit from early on in the article.
“But in this neck of the woods, his actions speak volumes in terms of numerous bankruptcies and nonpayment to hardworking individuals.”
As Trump – who got called out on his A.C. history during the recent Fox News debate – dominates polls and airtime, old Atlantic City wounds have resurfaced. His boasting “I had the good sense to leave Atlantic City” and calling those who lost out “not the nice, sweet little people that you think, OK?” felt to some like rubbing it in.
In many cases, it was, in fact, the little people left unpaid.
“When it came time to pay for the pianos, we weren’t getting paid,” said Michael Diehl, 88, owner of Freehold Music Co., which sold Trump eight Yamaha grand pianos for about $100,000. “I’m not going to vote for him, that’s for sure. That’s a crude way of doing business.”
One more time: with Republicans, watch what they do, not what they say.
Gunning for Jesus 0
You may now worship at Our Lady of the Winchester.
Words fail me, except to point out the obvious: these people are nuts.
“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 0
Be polite to your mother.
According to a report, the child found the gun in the car and thought it was a toy.
That’s when he picked it up and pulled the trigger.
Facebook Frolics 0
Which reminds me of the story about the fellow who was drowsing through a sermon about the Ten Commandments. When the preacher got to the Seventh Commandment, he perked up and said to himself, “Ah, that’s where I left my umbrella . . . .”
“The Smart One” and the Goldilocks Problem 0
His father invaded Iraq too little. His brother invaded Iraq too much. Will he be able to invade Iraq just right?
Lost in Echo Canyon 0
Michael Smerconish is a rarity among conservative commentators, in that he does not toe the wingnut line and has the unmitigated gall, the gall, I say, to think for himself from time to time, has qualms.
Follow the link for his answer.
Still Rising Again after All These Years 0
The boys are rallyin’ around the flag (emphasis added):
No self-awareness. No self-awareness whatsoever.
More tales of love and peace at the link.
Good Eats 0
I was in Philadelphia the last few days visiting family.
I now have five grandchildren, all of them boys.
I do love Philadelphia. Despite my 300-plus-years of Virginia roots, Philly is as much home for me as any other place. It is one of the world’s great cities, with one of the world’s great inferiority complexes, as it is half-way between New York City and Washington, D. C., cities that bring hubris to life.
It was good to be in Philly for a few days.
I came back with a cooler full of Philadelphia scrapple, because all you can find in these parts is Rapa brand, which, as far as I can figure out, is a combination of lots of bread-like substances with a few pork-like bits, on which I refuse to waste my money. Breakfast can be many things, but a waste of time should not one of them.
I brought back eight pounds of the real thing–I trust that it’s enough to last me until my next trip up north . . . .
Wheeler-Dealers 0
It’s all just one big game of three-card monte.