August, 2015 archive
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.
“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 0
Bid your good-nights politely.
Mr. Swaha saw a bullet hole in the wall and called 911. He knocked on the door of an adjacent apartment but was told by a woman who came out to investigate the noise that no one lives there. The woman checked the next apartment down and a bloody man answered.
Ah, to rest in the arms of Morpheus in NRA Paradise . . . .
Making the Grades 0
Bob Molinaro marvels at the academic brilliance in big-time NCAA football:
“The Play’s the Thing Wherein I’ll Catch the Conscience of the King” 0
In this case, the play is Straight Outta Compton, which seems to be catching a lot of consciences.
Family Lies Ties
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“The Smart One” forgets about his brother’s signal accomplishment. Daniel Ruth sets him straight:
It was George W. Bush and his handpicked stooges who literally lied the United States into an unnecessary war with a nation that had absolutely nothing to do with the 9/11 terrorist attacks on the United States. But you didn’t hear that in Jeb Bush’s speech.
It was because of his brother’s ineptitude and lack of understanding of the Middle East and the Persian Gulf region that after hostilities began, the Bush administration all but assured neighboring Iran would now have a compliant, albeit corrupt, ally. But you didn’t hear that in Jeb Bush’s remarks at the Reagan shrine.
More straight-setting at the link.