October 14, 2011 - October 7, 2011
Friday, October 15, 2010
won't rot, I won't rot. Not this mind and not this heart."
A pause here to pay tribute to the courageous endurance of the Chilean
miners and their triumph over the darkness that could have swallowed
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The Right Ad
Why are these women laughing? I want
UP THE PIECES.
I don't pretend to know what is going on with
that alternate universe stuff. I think it has something to do with
To most of us, they seem a few cards shy of a full deck.
So, apparently, the missing cards are located in another universe.
Enough said. I'm sure he'll work it out and return to something like
In the meantime, we have real
to think about. Here's the best ad any campaign has yet run.
Don't know if it will save Christine O'Donnell. (She should have worn
her Palin glasses and something other than black in her 'I'm not a
witch' ad, but maybe the Lord will provide.)
But it's a template for everyone else. Like Nike says, DO IT. Tattoo
the Dems with their confiscatory tax
and fiscal policies. And never ever relent. They're
the issue. Not some normal human being who has the courage to run
without having spent a lifetime faking the perfect life for the benefit
of campaign cameras.
There's also this from Bruce Josten at the Chamber of Commerce. Another
When I knew him, he was a big swimming jock. Now he's a smooth operator
on the political scene. Hope for us all, I guess. Including Christine
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Tired of Prostate
Anybody else getting sick of cancer
First. my apologies for not having posted since Saturday. I've made it
a practice to post on the weekends like clockwork since I never have
any time on weekdays, but Sunday I couldn't bring myself to the task.
Am I the only one who's sick of LFL football, the cheap, violent hits,
the unruly crowds, the rotten officiating, the saturation coverage by
WSPN? And I guess this weekend was the final straw. I don't watch the
Lingerie Football League to see constant reminders of prostate cancer
-- blue chinguards, blue shoes, blue panties. Yeah, I know prostate
cancer kills more people than any other form of cancer, but that's not
why I tune in to sports programs. Is it so wrong to just want to see
football? Why does every sporting event, bake sale, and public
gathering have to confront me with the image of a cancerous
prostate? Tired of big round football player breasts too. Sorry. Just a bugaboo of mine. I get distracted.
Which means I've got some catching up to do. I've been remiss about the
mid-term elections. Yeah, I know it looks like President Mikulski is
pick up even more seats in November. And, with the new laws about blog
commentary, I couldn't say otherwise even if I thought otherwise. She's
a great president.
And her vice-president is great also. Even if she does put her
foot in her mouth from time to time. That's what makes America America,
right? It could be worse... Think Biden. Of course
that couldn't happen. Not
since he got castrated at Guantanomo.
All I'll venture to propose is that there are other candidates on the
various tickets. If they want to arrest me for that, so be it. I've
said nothing about sugar, transfats, alcohol, tobacco, the explosive
eroticism of abortions, or anything
sexual about the sex that hates any mention of sex unless it's about
Lady GaGa. Whom I adore. Appropriately from afar.
And I'm absolutely NOT looking at her
crotch. No ma'am.
Are we clear? Are we cool? Sure we are. I've never answered a single
spam ad for Viagra or Extenz. And I promise I haven't looked up from
the ground since I posted the Lady GaGa picture.. I fervently believe all
noodles should be like cooked
So PLEASE vote come November... please...?
All this before I've brought you up to date on my Hispanic Manhound
just got his Canine Good Citizen Award.
Never said anything sexist or racist
in his life.
Everyone knows I'm Scottish, right? I'm not making any point with that,
you know? I just like plaid. And so does MacBeth. He only looks
frustrated. In actuality he's
completely comfortable with the way of things these days, including his
operation, and he voted for the Mikulski-Boxer ticket three times. See?
I'm sure there was something else I wanted to say. Even if I can't
think of it right now. That's why you all come here so faithfully.
Because I always have something to say about the world and such. Why I
just made the list of Top Ten Tolerable Male Blogs in the latest National Review
survey. Who says it
doesn't pay to be a conservative? You know. The way we all understand
You have no idea how the world is constituted. You probably wouldn't
believe me if I told you there was a world where Americans are still
clinging perilously to freedom, not as a lost and tragic memory, but as
something they still might retain. The temptation of the giant
nurturing tit is seducing them as it has drowned us, but some of them
are fighting against it. On weekdays, at least.
I know that was all out of line. My apologies to President Mikulski and
Vice-President Boxer. But I think you'll find that I haven't actually
broken any of the laws regarding hate speech, or any of the regulations
issuing from the Blogging Responsibility Act as I understand it, or
any other laws governing fit speech by bloggers. I walk the line. And
my attorneys are on
Which is why you're all still here. And why MacBeth is still smiling.
Full disclosure. MacBeth truly love
No accounting for dogs, is there? Why people have spent so much money
for so many years. You'd think they'd get tired. But what do I know?
One more anonymous
dope enjoying his 15 minutes of fame.
AN UNUSUAL WEEKDAY SCOOP
. Another Drudge Report story we don't
understand. Why would anyone care that some old goop emailed a photo of
his privates to a sports reporter? Why should it be a story at all? He didn't even
send his pix to Erin Andrews, the Emmy-Award winning anchor of ratings giant
She's rumored to be the next
Editor-in-Chief of the NYT
She's very smart, in spite of those
unsightly chest bumps.
think it was
inappropriate for President Mikulski to comment on the case. The
President of the United States should not be calling for the death
penalty for some anonymous pervert. Think about it. If it should come
to a trial, how could you even assemble an unbiased jury? Look at the
picture. He does
The tears are real. Life without parole seems more than sufficient.
But, then, we're edgy. Why we're in the Top Ten. Edgy and "highly
intellectual for a male site" as reviewed by InstaQueen.com.
Just saying. Thoughtful. Unlike Private Parts Boy above. (See Brizoni's
Sorry for the unsually long post. Sometimes, even men have a lot to
Monday, October 11, 2010
The Paradox of the New
BEAUTY OF REAL ATTAINMENT
. This morning I had to sit in the waiting
room while a necessary
surgical procedure was performed on my 8-year-old Toyota MR2. Not
life-threatening, thankfully, just new brake pads and rotors up front.
But it gave me my once-every-so-often opportunity to catch up with the
automotive press -- countless old issues of Motor Trend
and Automobile Magazine
. The former
always used to be derided as a GM shill -- like the NYT has become for
Democrats -- while the latter has always had a decidedly more 'elitist'
flavor, focusing on the most expensive, high-performance, and classic
cars that constitute the drool factor in the automotive world for
adolescent boys aged 8 to 80. I couldn't help noticing that a
certain homogenization has occurred.
has acquired more of a global perspective,
acknowledging that stricken Detroit really does have to compete with
the world's best and faces something of an uphill battle in doing so.
Mucho emphasis on technology, green features, clever, motile beans.
, on the other hand, seems every bit as obsessed as Motor Trend
with electric cars,
miniature gas-sippers, I-Pod connectivity, and
microprocessor-controlled intelligent cars designed to protect the
incompetent from their own bad driving skills. What difference remains
is at the margins. Automobile
retains two decidedly retro preoccupations -- 1) a focus on automotive
writing AS writing, and 2) a nostalgia for obsolete autotomotive
attributes like speed, performance, and beauty. Almost as an
afterthought, (though, one suspects, not really) the magazine has a few
pages at the very end of each issue devoted to automobile auctions.
That's where I was reminded of the Talbot-Lago above. A specimen in
original (i.e., nicked up, never restored condition) recently sold for
about $7 million. As part of the explanation of the price, the copy
noted that original condition is fetching ever higher prices these
days, and there is no intent by the buyers to restore. Rationale? A car
can be restored many times; it can be original only once.
. Signs of use and experience. Wear and wisdom go together.
Which reminded me of something I haven't stressed of late. The danger
of contemporary political and media elites is not that they're elite.
It's that their elitism is a function of position and power, not
There's nothing whatever wrong with the existence of elite people,
talents, and minds. There isn't even anything wrong with certain kinds
of elite privilege. In fact, that's the chief virtue of a capitalist
The most talented among us create opportunities for everyone. They come
up with ideas nobody had before. Why shouldn't they receive economic
rewards, acclaim, and extraordinary fame? For example: The Talbot-Lago
is, to me, an apogee of automotive artistry, a source of inspiration
that may be responsible in part for subsequent generations of Jags (1
and even the Pontiac
. But the Talbot-Lago would never have been possible
without Henry Ford, whose Model T transformed the automobile from a toy
to a civilization-changing industry that employed millions and
catapulted a nation to a brand new standard of living. Ford was an
example of the pragmatic elite: he catalyzed an industry that produced
money and opportunity. Design achievements like the Talbot-Lago
catalyzed dreams that fueled the creativity of people who were capable
of taking Ford's vision to a whole new level. Is one more important
than the other? No.
If you have the Model T without the Talbot-Lago -- designed and built
for and affordable only by rich people -- what do you get? The Russian
If Obama had had a czar in charge of
developing Henry Ford's technology.
But we've been taught, relentlessly, that the rich are parasites, that
they take without giving, that their whims and desires are always at our
expense. Like most so-called
'liberal' ideas, this one's hopelessly illiberal, dull-witted, and
almost unbelievably antique. Also ironically revealing. Today's
liberals hate capitalism because they're not in charge of it. They
foment class warfare because their whole view of the relation between
economics and creativity is rooted in the kingdoms and colonial crimes
of Europe. They see Ferraris and Lamborghinis and think 'theft.' This
guy owns a car that costs what could feed hundreds and could liberate
them from poverty if only things were more fair. And they're the ones
who know what is fair.
Which is how we can see the true nature of the new
elites. They're a supposedly
enlightened version of the old old elites, the English, French, and
Italian aristocracies who owned everything and sponsored -- i.e., paid
for -- the greatest artistic and architectural achievements of a dozen
generations. Liberals and progressives see themselves as the
Renaissance Medicis. The sine qua non
of all cultural achievement. Their contribution to the advancement of
the human race? Power. Money. Innate superiority. Plus, the power to
ennoble those who choose to be subservient to them for the promise of
knighthood, dukedoms, titles. Hence the servility of the Gates,
Spielbergs, and Streisands. Collectively, they're the superior ones
who gave Europe its great cathedrals and paid for the contributions of
Michelangelo and Voltaire.
But in our case -- the case of the United States -- what powers this
delusion? The sense of belonging to the new nobility -- Harvard Law
School, a seat in the House of Representatives or the U.S. Senate, or a
place at the banquet table in Washington, DC. They're just better
they're entitled to direct the erection of the new generation's 'green'
Chartres. Not because they're more talented but because they're
The genius (Georges
) who designed the Talbot-Lago above was shot by the Nazis
spying on the Luftwaffe.
Pardon me for believing that his automobile design said more about life
and beauty and love and sex and humanity than anything the totalitarian
bureaucrats who killed him could ever understand.
was elite. What I'd
call elitism in 'original
condition.' Not restored, remanufactured, replicated, or simply updated
by some arcane process of association. (Auction Note: An original '71
Hemi Barracuda just went for $450K; a new, 'updated' Hemi Challenger goes
for $30K.) We could do
with more elites like Paulin. The ones whose vision encompasses
personal fulfillment for even a few rather than the need to level the
masses in mediocrity.
When my only remaining choice is a Lada, I promise I'll be on the front
lines with a pitchfork.
What Doc Zero had to say:
Interesting to use the automobile to
explore the difference between
achievement and entitlement. It reminds me of the scene at the
"Schindler's List," where a grief-stricken Schindler cries that he
could have saved more people, if only he had sold his car. The
sees every social problem as an epic humanitarian crisis, which we
could solve if only we sold all the cars, and gave the proceeds to a
benevolent State full of Oskar Schindlers.
I guess we *do* know what a car designed by modern American
politicians would look like - hello, Chevy Volt. I still bristle
I hear people talk about its $41k price tag. I ran the numbers on
subsidies required to produce it, and the real price is closer to $81k
apiece. It's a perfect symbol for the blind, inept super-State: a
nobody wants, sold with a raft of lies about its performance, with a
price tag hidden behind billion-dollar subsidies.
If Henry Ford had crapped out a car like the Volt, its few buyers
would have destroyed his business with lawsuits for fraud, and
practically no one would have been willing to pay the unconcealed
actual price. On the other hand, a car designed with true passion
artistry stands the test of time, and sells for $7 million at auction.
Maybe that's the final lesson to draw from the parable of the
teardrop sports car: the works of the State are expensive, ephemeral
frauds. The achievements of free-market genius stand the test of
Always did think he was a smart bugger.