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March 1, 2013

The wisdom of Bloomberg: citizens cannot be trusted with 32 oz of soda, but US Government has ‘infinite amount of money’ so sequester is no BFD [Darleen Click]

Say what? [W]hile saying the federal deficit does indeed need to be curtailed, Mr. Bloomberg argued the United States could owe “an infinite amount of money” and there is no specific amount that would cause the country to default. “We are spending money we don’t have,” Mr. Bloomberg explained. “It’s not like your household. In your household, people are saying, ‘Oh, you can’t spend money you don’t have.’ That is

Guns kill people. Stop them. Demand a plan

Here’s mine:  hitch the next Kansas tornado back to Oz, find that presumptuous twee wizard in his silly little suit, and demand that bitch take back the hearts and brains he’s been handing out to inanimate objects over the years.  Because while his playing God may have worked out well for a scarecrow and a tin man, it turned suddenly self-aware guns into fucking roving gangs of psychopaths that need

AMERICA: LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT!

Just kidding. After all, that’s the kind of absolutism and demand for enforced patriotism that the intellectual left, particularly those who espouse heterodoxical viewpoints in the halls of academia as a way to “challenge” the “prevailing epistemological paradigm” while coaxing “critical thinking” from those mind-numbed automotons still ensnared by Enlightenment tropes, have long sneered at, pointing to its knee-jerk nativism and slack-jawed, lunch bucket rote pro-Americanism. And such an unsophisticated

“Transgender rights are America’s next great civil rights struggle” [Darleen Click]

Massachusetts makes clear that a child who is uncomfortable sharing a bathroom with another child with different plumbing is to be punished, so goes the struggle Colorado where little girls who are uncomfortable with a little boy in a dress in their private space are the hatey ones. The parents of a 6-year-old transgender girl in Colorado filed a complaint with the state’s civil rights agency on Wednesday challenging a

“Republican leaders’ sequester ‘meeting’ with Obama: Seven minutes”

Which, after pleasantries and seating, is about 5 minutes longer than is necessary to say, “forget our agreement.  I want tax hikes. And if I don’t get them, I’m going to blame the Republicans for what we all know is going to be a very shitty set of economic numbers. I’ll call my plan a balanced approach.  The public eats that bullshit up with sprinkles.  Then I’ll call you extremists,

Homophobolicious! Or, hatred, deliciously prepared, and laid lovingly on a bun

I’ve been warning about this for years:  the surrender of meaning to committed and politicized interpretive communities — which can only come about once we as a society have legitimated an incoherent idea about how language functions — will lead inevitably to a kind of coordinated mob effort to play at victim in order to turn anything they find unpalatable into potential objects of “hate” that “threaten” them, with that

“Journalists unthreatened by Obama aides demand to be threatened too”

For the fairness.  And equality of outcome, which is the hallmark of social justice.  Andrew Malcolm, IBD: Where’s the fairness from the Fair Share president in only a couple of journalists being threatened over their Obama criticism? How would you like to be among the growing number of aspiring critics of the Windy City Wonder? You point out his lies. His hypocrisies. His cronyism. His duplicities. His waste. His wanton

March fundraiser begins today [sticky; new posts below] MONDAY EVENING UPDATE

What can I say?  I’m still here and still fighting — and whether you agree with me or not on any given issue, at least you know that what you read here is what I believe, and that I’m not pandering to any specific audience, or looking for a paying gig writing press releases for the Conservative Victory Group, or organizing conferences for one of any number of TEA Party

Life under the sequester, day 1

Promises of snow from earlier in the week never materialized, so we bought a bit of a break on day 1 — early morning patrol of my compound’s perimeter was a rather ordinary affair, visibility being higher than I’d anticipated, and the lack of any precipitation allowing me to walk both the fence line and rooftop in dry boots and clothing. During my patrol I spotted only two potential looters,