Unless “ALL FAGGOTS MUST DIE” was the campaign theme GOP strategists were planning for this fall, somebody in the senator’s Atlanta office is about to join the growing ranks of the unemployed.
Just sayin’ . . .
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Yeah, About That Day Trip. . .
by Smitty
I took the car in for an oil change Thursday. This 2002 PT Cruiser’s got 121k miles.
It’s a lovely day for a trip, just after noon, going West on I-64, almost to Lewisburg, chatting up me old college chum in Chicago, ‘Welcome to West Virginia’. . .wait, I’m slowing down, check engine, oil light, pop the clutch, no one around me, won’t re-start, sonofa. . .
Oil is fine. Bad gas in Woodstock, VA back on I-81? No, this engine isn’t even trying.
Call the insurance company, get a wrecker out of Lewisburg. Fortunately, that’s where I’m going.
Call the people I’m going to see. Yes, they can come fetch me in about 10 minutes.
Getting the parts and manhours on task for the repair, no’ so fast. Eating some vacation on Monday. Grrr.
Finally, I get to the destination, meet the subject of the treck. Worth every minute of stress. This 85 year old duffer is amazingly articulate and has a story with everything: heroism, travel, romance, art.
Oh, to have the journalistic chops of Stacy McCain and the visual auteurity of Ladd Ehlinger. I set up the camcorder and do a 1 minute clip just to show him what the gadget looks like. He has no interest in a chronological attack on matters; he already knows the story.
So I take notes, and will try to get an outline together. The acme of skill will be to draw it out of him in some sensible manner that won’t destroy me trying to edit. That his first three decades are the makings of righteous war flick don’t matter; he is a Sowell fan and wants to talk about American culture on the skids.
When your feet no longer touch bottom, it’s time to shut up and swim.
Friday Night Free Association
by Smitty
I’m reading too many blogs, but they’re all so good. It’s time for a Rule 1 grab bag, to note and quote some of our great net-friends.
Hot Air: “Internal White House debate: Is it time to start attacking Palin?”
Sure, go ahead. Nothing says cool, collected, and arriving with a head full of plans to address the country’s challenges quite like beating up on a woman. Has she not flogged the Administration sufficiently with her FaceBook page already? I bet this strategy can take the approval rating South of -25. Is the Administration this stupid? Sadly the track record argues ‘Why yes; yes, it is.”
Da Tech Guy: “Can someone tell me why such as story is even necessary?”
Let’s point out something in common between Hillary Clinton, Sarah Palin, and Christine O’Donnell: these ladies take a lot of flack.
Is there an immunizing effect, and wisdom in pursuing it? While I wouldn’t accuse Krauthammer and Rove of being Kernighan and Ritchie, one wonders if the past couple of days of napalm shower have not been intended to blow through the worst possible criticism, to inoculate O’Donnell against the October Surprise.
Political “tough love”, if you will.
Then again, the Pundit Priesthood is readying the “I told you so” card. Why admit that decades of being asleep at the switch by the Brooks, Will, and Krauthammer crowd have contributed to cratering the economy? Better still to let the Tea Parties put candidates in office and then blame the Tea Parties when the real depth of the crisis is laid bare (h/t Insty). Do I sound cynical?
Just a Conservative Girl quotes Fred Thompson:
During an interview on CNBC, Nancy Pelosi said “if I were not in politics, I’d probably be in business”.Well, if Pelosi weren’t in politics, a LOT of people would still be in business.
Right Klik announces B.J. Lawson in NC-4 as this week’s Ten Buck Fridays winner, complete with Senator Tom Coburn endorsement.
Right Network is live, and I hope to be able to check it out on Verizon Real Soon Now. Go, Little Miss Attila.
Recursive Blood Donation Picture
by Smitty
Is it excessively geeky to open up the blog on the netbook to last May’s blood donation post, and then have a picture taken of that, while donating again?
I mean, of course it’s geeky. The question here is whether it’s excessively so.
Again, I go for the apheresis machine, which limits me to approximately three visits a year.
Note To The Mini At US-50 And Gallows
by Smitty
I hope the experience of entering an intersection you had no hope of clearing before your light went red, and then having your escape cut off by those of us going West on US-50 was sufficiently traumatic.
Our roads are filled with creeps like you, who think that there is no need to apply common sense to traffic situations. The act of looking down the road and making a reasonable estimate of your chances of clearing the intersection prior to entering said traffic feature must offend your sense of fairness, progress, and, of course, privilege.
It’s likely that a glance at the stern of your Mini Cooper would reveal a sticker beginning with the letter “O”. Furthermore, I’m sure you rail at the stone cold ugliness of Northern Virginia traffic, cursing the day George W. Bush exited Barbara to begin his reign of terrestrial terror and impediment of Holy Progress.
No doubt you instantly grasped that all of the irritated, oncoming traffic that left you stranded dead center in that oversized intersection were members of the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy, who wallowed in schadenfreude at the thought of hanging such an inconsiderate twerp out to dry on the clothesline of his own idiocy.
But will this public humiliation be enough? Will ruthlessly holding up a mirror to the face of your own selfish behavior convince you to think? Or, like the rest of the Progressive morons on either side of the aisle, will you simply hate reality all the more, blaming everything under the sun except your own idiocy, and pile on even more?
At some high level of abstraction, one should forgive you. And I do. But not the retardedness of your action. No, I want that moment to be a club with which you beat yourself into some repentance. Wait until you’re sure there is room for you prior to entering the intersection.
This revolutionary notion of considering the consequences of your actions can have a positive, catalytic effect on your life. Debt, bastards, and grievous injury can all be avoided by simple acts of forethought. Whatever else, learn from the experience you had there at Gallows Road today, that you avoid swinging from a similar metaphorical gibbet later on.
That is all.
Greetings from Delaware!
DOVER, Delaware — Allahpundit is mystified by the GOP Establishment’s pronouncement that it is “cautiously confident” of a Mike Castle victory. Well, after their all-out slime attack on Christine O’Donnell, anything but a Geraghty-pleasing Castle landslide would be . . . well, a small wonder.
“Small wonder” being sort of a nickname for this tiny speck of a state. Surprisingly, parts of Delaware are still rural. Ten miles west of Dover, near the town of Hartly, you see Amish buggies riding past cornfields. And guess what was the first campaign sign I saw after crossing the border from Maryland?
It’s like some kind of an omen, I tell you! Also, I heard two O’Donnell commercials on the local talk-radio station. Even Ace of Spades is now predicting a O’Donnell victory, although my best source with Team Christine here — who doesn’t want to be identified — says, “It’s gonna be a long night.”
Polls close at 8 p.m. ET here, and Primary Election Night HQ will soon be in operation. Say a prayer.
UPDATE: PRIMARY ELECTION RESULTS HQ
Stacy Is 28 Miles Out Of Dover
by Smitty
I just got off the phone with him. He’ll be setting up The World’s Funkiest Laptop and offering full election coverage. Can we anticipate a Joe Miller-esque RINOplasty in Delaware? Stay tuned. Stacy blogs like he drives.
Hey, Has Anybody Else Noticed That Meghan McCain Is Intensely Stupid?
“It is impossible to read Dirty, Sexy Politics and come away with the impression that you have read anything other than the completely unedited ramblings of an idiot. . . . That a graduate of Columbia University, as Ms. McCain purports to be, produced writing this shoddy is bad; that a publishing company let this authorial abortion go to print is an insult to the collective self-worth of our thinking nation. . . . One would think hundreds of thousands of dollars spent on Ms. McCain’s education . . . would have somehow resulted in a basic understanding of the colon and semicolon, but alas — no such luck.”
— Leon Wolfe, “Meghan McCain’s Dirty, Sexy Politics“
UPDATE: I think “obligatory” is the proper word for this:
“So there we are in 2010 — young, pretty blonde women with huge cans are victimized by not being given enough attention on television. . . . If I’m going to hear a lot of stupid blather (and that’s going to happen most nights you’re watching cable news), I’d rather have some bazongas to look at while I gnaw the meat off my own fingers.”
— Ace of Spades