June 18, 2014
Scratch a progressive engaged in “identity politics”
….find a fascist bleeding beneath. The Left has always been adept at projection. It’s clear that, between this, Harry Reid’s attempts to demonize private citizens and use the government to bully PC speech enforcement, and the attempts by the IRS, under Dem insistence, to criminalize conservative political speech, these people are exactly who many of we “Visigoths” and “Hobbits” have been warning they were. Just because you don’t sport epaulettes
“I’m the King of the World!”
Have pen / phone, will dictate! With Leonardo DiCaprio there to cheer you on. In the latest installment of the Imperial Presidency, Obama is considering an executive order that would put a huge swath of the Pacific Ocean off-limits to humans, creating what his administration calls the greatest marine sanctuary in history. As if marine animals don’t, you know, travel. — And so the real goal for which is to
Intentionalism, redux: Redskins and textualism
“Trademark board rules against Washington Redskins name”: The U.S. Patent Office has ruled the Washington Redskins nickname is “disparaging of Native Americans” and that the team’s federal trademarks for the name must be canceled. The ruling announced Wednesday comes after a campaign to change the name has gained momentum over the past year. The decision by the Trademark Trial and Appeal Board is similar to one it issued in 1999.
Obama Bravely orders capture of Benghazi terrorist previously interviewed by CNN
To borrow a mantra from the progressive obstructionists trotted out so frequently during the Iraq War, “I question the timing.” As does James Rosen of Fox: Listen to the smarmy disdain this spokeswoman has for a reporter like Rosen (previously under government surveillance) who dared step out of the prescribed narrative, which was to be a media fawning over “Obama’s” timely get, and the political savvy of that timing. The
a CITIZEN JOURNALIST rises early (for him) to view Obama’s America in the fresh light of morn
6:48 AM Mountain Time: The sun is out, the grass is still glazed over from the sprinklers — creating a very tranquil deep green sheen — and the sky is clear and azure blue. As I sip coffee from my perch on the a small wooden stool I keep on my front porch, I watch a few swallows dart silently by then loop around the trees in the front yard.
