She survived a plane crash in Afghanistan that wiped out her whole platoon. (She never served there, but whatever.) She’s a Hurricane Sandy survivor. (Who was never in any danger.) And she’s a brain cancer survivor! (Okay, maybe not.) Fine. Forget all that, then. The fact remains: She’s gay. The Daily Caller
by pointing out the deteriorating conditions for blacks in South Africa since the ANC has come to power, with skyrocketing levels of murder, rape and AIDS. (It goes without saying that pointing out the deteriorating conditions for whites is not going win any sympathy from liberal whites.) This is of course all true, but it misses the point. No one is listening. The man Mandela matters little. The reality of South Africa matters little. White progressives want the fantasy.
by 29-year-old Amedeo Obici, an immigrant who had left his hometown of Oderzo, 40 miles northeast of Venice, when he was just 11 years old to join his uncle in Scranton, Pennsylvania. He worked at a cigar factory making 80 cents a week while he learned English going to night school. A year later he moved to Wilkes-Barre where he worked at a fruit stand that also sold roasted peanuts.The History Blog
I knew I had to remove the tick with great care.
If any part of it was left behind, I might end up with a very nasty infection. I also needed to avoid killing the creature as I removed it, in case I caused it to release potentially disease-ridden saliva into my bloodstream. I had all the tools I needed right there in the lab. Despite having to work at a contorted angle, I was able to use a pair of forceps to grasp the tick's mouth parts, which were buried deep in my flesh.... [Youmight want to think twice before clicking this link to] The Guardian
Bureaucracy doesn’t bring out the best in human behavior, it brings out the worst. It causes lack of foresight. It causes lashing out, rushed exuberance and eagerness to assign blame, it elevates process over outcome, and it tends to elevate persons of low character over their colleagues with better character. The crisis that follows tends to do the opposite of all these things. But it’s a mistake to place faith in bureaucracy just by default, and then hope it’ll all work out. Real people get hurt. House of Eratosthenes
What's up with their "move along folks, nothing to see here"? Easy.
The aging game of paying the feral to mimic normal life isn't working. The younger perps have discovered they're entitled to money-fo-nuthin either way. Now they're playing their own games. The left is too entranced by their received truth to notice they're being bitten by their own dog. A few understand even a little wakefulness would unzip the whole farcical contraption. There'd be no do-over. So they trot out the "truthiness" routine, a sort of rhetorical duct tape, what we used to call "everybody knows" as kids. Pathetic, but it's all they have. ol remus and the woodpile report
It means the bias of our mainstream media is mind-bendingly colossal.
It also means we are paying these media folks, in a voluntary market-based situation, to retail lies to us. We hear lie after lie, and still we listen, as if the next report won’t be a lie, or at least as if it won’t be a biased interpretation of an event we would characterize differently, if we were doing the reporting. Stalin would have marveled at the beauty of it; he had to beat people to a pulp and execute them in mass to get the survivors to do out of terror what we have come to do reflexively, out of habit. Mordor falling? | Theoptimisticconservative's Blog
So what we have is a Lysenkoist website that promises to transform my weak bourgeois private-sector health insurance into sturdy winter collectivist health insurance through the magic of Marxist/Leninist agronomy.
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They were civilization's phantom of the opera, prompting approving grins on boys and men, and thousands of country tunes with home spun lyrics of travel and tragedy, preferably by dark of night. Towns reproved them not merely because steam was intrusive and loud, which it most satisfyingly was, but because steam was a fire-and-brimstone colossus that, alarmingly, moved of its own accord, a perpetually impending but useful disaster, a Frankenstein's monster, unnatural life beyond appeal or persuasion, a necessary neighbor that crushed hapless haywains caught out at crossings.ol remus and the woodpile report
He can't sing, or dance, or create a government bureaucracy that functions any more efficiently than a Soviet supermarket. He broke the lifelong rule that had served him so well — "Don't just do something. Stand there" — and for the first time in his life did something, terribly. It will bear his name forever. Those Who Can't, Govern :: SteynOnline
Don’t roughhouse because you might get a bruise. Don’t go outside at high noon because you might get skin cancer. Don’t swim after eating because you might get a cramp. If a child draws a soldier, call a SWAT team because he is a murderous psychopath. Don’t ride a bicycle without a helmet. Fill in the deep end of the pool because someone might drown. Supervise everything. Control everything. Fear everything. If these are not the neurotic fears of women and capons, please tell me what they are. Such run the schools. They make policy. No Child Allowed Ahead - Fred Reed
Our destination: Savannah, and more specifically Mrs Wilkes's Dining Room. The restaurant is strictly first-come, first-served, and so, even at 10am, we hastily parked the car and raced through the town's impossibly pretty streets, mottled sunlight illuminating their 19th-century mansions. A huge queue of mostly blue-rinsed women lined the front of Mrs Wilkes's and wound past a line of antique shops around the corner. Two hours later we were put on a table of ten with those closest to us in the queue, most of whom seemed to be called Betty. We were presented with what could be the best home cooking I'll ever have. This is Soul Food: fried chicken, meat stew, barbecued brisket, collard greens, mash, mac and cheese, rutabaga, pickled beets, butterbeans, red rice and candied yams. And those are just the things I can remember. The vegetables were outstanding, and the brisket deep and treacly, its layers of fat bursting with flavour. It was all washed down with sweet tea and finished with banana puddin -- no "g" -- and blackberry cobbler. Stupefied, we thought it best to take a stroll before getting back in the car. True Grits | Standpoint
After college, he set off on his sailboat for a journey to be forever known as "Noah's Ark in reverse" where he endeavored to eat one of every animal. His only regret in life is that he was not able to complete this task.... He found he yearned for a more settled down life and filled his days with friends, cats, drinks, motorcycle rides, wine yelling at dinosaurs and inappropriate comments. - See more at: John Judy Obituary @ The Oregonian
On some great and glorious day, the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last and the White House will be occupied by a downright fool and complete narcissistic moron.” — H.L. Mencken, The Baltimore Evening Sun, 26 July 1920. Via Sipsey Street Irregulars
What does Hillary stand for? After eight years in the senate, the only memorable thing about her tenure was her vote on Iraq. If Hillary had not accidentally taken a controversial position, while trying to cast a safe vote, all that anyone would remember is that she was inducted into the National Women’s Hall of Fame for “opening new pathways for women in leadership”. That was quite an accomplishment considering that she was the 32nd female senator. | FrontPage Magazine
When they thought that they were receiving an education, they were being softened up; they had no defense against the siren song of demagogues who only want their votes. They voted for hope and change and they got despair and regression. They see the Obamafied future and they don’t see anything good coming to them. Had Enough Therapy?: A Great Awakening?
“His instantaneous excitement for Botox was startling,” a former staff member quipped. “He was like Michael Moore discovering head cheese.” A former housekeeper claims John Kerry began hiding bottles of Botox in the nooks and crannies of his five multimillion-dollar estates. “Senator John would wander around his houses in the middle of the night injecting Botox into his face. He kept bottles hidden so Senator Lady would not find out. One night he became enraged when he couldn’t remember where he’d hidden his stash. He threw dishes and food against the walls until Mrs. Senator came down and threatened to withhold his weekly allowance.” -- TheDaily Rash
They seemed just the right thing for today’s lunch on this mild, mysterious foggy day. So it’s poached turnips, carrots, and parsnips, along with fennel bulb, a few slices of corned beef, and lots of Irish butter. Be good to yourself. The Canal House
the dolphins continuing to force the prow to the left, and presently they just missed some further rocks — again on the right. “I was getting a strange feeling that we ought to leave our destiny to the dolphins,” Stander said, “since it was clear they had twice prevented us from running on to the rocks.” – Futility Closet
there exists in some people an insatiable desire to tell other people what to do; to bend others to their will. I suspect that every single one of those hearts is filled with a dread, a genuine horror, at the wasteland of their own emptiness, and so the bombast and the narcissism and the arrogance; the legions of fainting faithful and the roar of the applause; the reflections, the logos, the insertion of themselves into every event in history; the mind-numbing obsession with power – all of these, I think, are just shovels full of coal being pitched into the bottomless furnace of their own self-hatred. From Shards | Bill Whittle