There’s a petition you can sign to protest the charging of the RNC protestors as “terrorists.” (Conical hat tip to Charles Johnson.)
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Losing Face
Given Dirk Benedict’s dickish, whiny, misogynistic, aesthetically tone-deaf, and suicidally fanbase-alienating ramblings about the new Galactica, to say nothing of his sexist and homophobic comments about The A-Team, I really hope that if they ever get around to making that A-Team movie they keep threatening, Benedict’s character is … appropriately cast.
Barr Hopping
Charles Johnson comments on Bob Barr’s Reason interview.
Anthony Gregory comments on Bob Barr’s MacNeil/Lehrer interview.
(Yes, I know MacNeil is dead, but that’s still what I call the show.)
Ya gotta love this mainstream, pragmatic, government-trustin’ libertarianism ….
Grade Inflation, Swedish Style
The man who wrote this –
[T]he terror attack could even do some economic good. Now, all of a sudden, we need some new office buildings. … Rebuilding will generate at least some increase in business spending. (New York Times, September 14, 2001)
– thereby flunking the most basic lesson in economics, has just been awarded the Nobel prize in economics.
(Unsurprisingly, Krugman doesn’t understand Austrian business cycle theory either.)
What’s next – a Nobel prize in biology to a creationist?
Not Worthy To Unloose
I just heard James Taylor’s cover of Leonard Cohen’s “Suzanne.” Abomination! Abomination!
Something About Mary
The following began life as a comment on Charles’s blog, but I thought it was worth reproducing here:
That reminds me – I’ve been reading Novalyne Price Ellis’s memoir One Who Walked Alone, and just came across the following incident (p. 183) from her days as a high school speech coach:
I bawled out one of Mary’s judges because she caused Mary to get third. The dumb woman! I told her Mary should have had first place because she was by far the best in the senior girls finals! The woman opened her mouth and said, “Well, I guess you can blame me for that. The other two judges wanted to give her first place, and I talked them out of it.”
I controlled an impulse to slap her, for she was bigger than I was. With icicles hanging on every syllable, I asked her why she’d done it.
“Your girl was too perfect, and that’s what I objected to,” she said haughtily, moving her big black purse on her fat stomach. “I want to know that they’re just high school students saying a memorized oration that somebody else wrote. Your girl sounded as if the words were her very own! I want them to make mistakes and be just exactly what they are – high school students. I think, young lady, you trained your girl too well. You wouldn’t let her make mistakes ….”
(The Randians used to have a “Horror File” for stuff like this.)