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What Did You Dress Up As?

October 31st, 2002 - 10:56 pm

What’s the fuss? You expected me to work on Halloween?

Seriously. . . I am serious. But the kids are gone, so I’m getting back to writing. Oh, and next year, my costume will be Night of the Living Dead Attorney.

NOTE: If Halloween had presents, it would be even better than Christmas.

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Unhinged Melody

October 31st, 2002 - 12:03 am

This song is so completely stuck in my head tonight that I can’t even gripe about the news. It’s Michael Penn’s “Brave New World,” from his debut album, “March.” March was either the last great album of the ’80s, or the first great album of the ’90s. And this song is more true today than it was when he released it 13 years ago.

Baby’s busy hiding in the bassinet
Wondering if the Third World War’s started yet
I told her I was pulling up and heading West
She said she would have come but she was overdressed
I sent a picture postcard of a Midwest bank
She wrote me that she showed it to her new friend Frank
Who noticed in a window on the nineteenth floor
A guy my age about to prove that Man can’t soar
And he would also like to know
If I could just check around before I left this town
For slow-mo footage of the tumbledown

This may not be my best day
But this ain’t no Golden Age
You looked pretty on the freeway
Let’s drive into that Brave New World

A van pulls up and someone offers me a ride
The driver lost the map and he was terrified
Everybody whispering to save his pride
Say, “Son, would you be kind enough to be our guide?”
The driver yells, “The man in back already tried,
But his memory is rusty and his vision tied.”
Glasses and a lubricant were by his side
The Tin Man was inanimate, the Lion lied
They did not want to see me go
But I did not want to be another muskateer
Plus the gas runs out before the van’s in gear

Please don’t hit me if I do say
That this ain’t no Golden Age
You looked so pretty on the freeway
Let’s drive into that Brave New World

Buster and his company look good in black
Trying to find a way out of the cul-de-sac
Tearing through the phone book and the almanac
They all have dusty noses ’cause they sniff shellac
They finally found the number of a matador
Who rode in a Beemer with a pricey whore
But Buster wasn’t quick enough, he locked the door
And rode off saying he’d be back before the war
By then the night was falling slow
And I did not want to stick around and just look old
When I saw you pulling onto my soft shoulder

This may not be my best day
But this ain’t no Golden Age
You looked pretty on the freeway
Let’s drive into that Brave New World

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They Make a Cute Couple

October 30th, 2002 - 11:59 am

Michele and Mike heap on the scorn.

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Adkin’s Army Diet

October 30th, 2002 - 11:54 am

Jim Dunnigan is more sanguine than Ralph Peters about whether we’re stretched too thin:

With North Korea admitting it was still producing nuclear weapons, and saying, in effect,

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A Pox on Both Their Houses

October 30th, 2002 - 11:42 am

More outrage, this time from Arthur Silber.

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Election Day Surprises — Six Days Early!

October 30th, 2002 - 11:30 am

Martin Devon handicaps every Senate race. Click and see what will happen in your state.

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The Human Element

October 30th, 2002 - 11:27 am

Ralph Peters has some harsh words for Donald Rumsfeld:

Rumsfeld was sensible to cut the Army’s obese Crusader artillery system, but, beyond that, he appears to have a personal grudge against the Army. After snoring away a decade, the Army has gotten solidly onto the reform path, equipping itself with deployable, practical and relatively cheap combat vehicles. But Rumsfeld’s whiz kids keep trying to find ways to cut troops to buy toys, and to marginalize ground forces.

Let’s hope we have the soldiers and Marines we need when the strategic bills come due. We face decades of violent conflicts spawned by hatred, belief and jealousy. And these fundamental human problems still require human solutions. When today’s technologies are obsolete, the old-fashioned soldier will remain essential.

Rumsfeld likes to strut upon the stage, projecting courage in his disputes with the generals and admirals. But guts aren’t required. The law gives him the power to bully military officers. If he’s a real man, he’ll take on Lockheed Martin.

If true, Peters’ concerns are pretty damning — I just don’t know enough Army people to come down on either side.

One of the lessons we learned on 9/11 is that the Mark I Eyeball is still the best intelligence-gathering technology — billion dollar satillites just don’t compare. It’s equally true that the most dangerous weapon on the battlefield is a man with a radio. (Or these days, a GPS-designator equipped radio.)

If Rummy is trying to buy our way out of relying on the human element in combat, then we’re in for some nasty surprises.

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Shop Rant

October 30th, 2002 - 12:18 am

Growing up in a political family is an awful lot of fun, with the accent sometimes on the word

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More Required Reading

October 30th, 2002 - 12:10 am

This time, there’s fresh David Warren.

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Required Reading

October 30th, 2002 - 12:09 am

Read today

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October 30th, 2002 - 12:04 am


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October 30th, 2002 - 12:01 am

Sasha is fisking!

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October 29th, 2002 - 9:45 pm

I’m in a fine mood, enjoying our first really good cold snap of the season.

But am I ever seriously pissed off about politics tonight. Much vitriol to follow.

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The Weather Outside Is Frightful

October 29th, 2002 - 10:25 am

I’m enjoying the winter weather and working around the house. Nice.

More in a bit.

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Bad Wine & Good Talk

October 27th, 2002 - 11:58 pm

Tim Blair is one hell of a gentleman. We

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Shop Talk

October 25th, 2002 - 1:08 pm

Of local (to me) and national (to Republicans) interest, NRO’s Andrew Busch handicaps the Allard/Strickland senate race here in Colorado.

Just based on my gut and watching the race, I think Allard will pull this one out. But notice, please, I’m not endorsing his candidacy. Neither man is much to my liking.

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Holy Shit

October 25th, 2002 - 11:48 am

Senator Paul Wellstone has died in a plane crash.

I’m not sure I ever once agreed with anything he said, but Wellstone always struck me as a good man, true to his beliefs and willing to fight the good fight for them.

Please, kids, let’s not be crass and claim this is some sort of Carnahan 2000 conspiracy. This is a decent person, taken horribly and much too soon.

UPDATE: Oh, hell. Wellstone’s wife and their grown daughter were also on the plane, plus the expected staffers. Hell.

UPDATE: This isn’t much of a eulogy, but I never did write much about Wellstone. Nonetheless, here’s something I wrote about him in reference to the Ron Paul flap last month:


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Friday Recipe

October 25th, 2002 - 11:36 am

I almost forgot this week

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Friday Fun

October 25th, 2002 - 11:25 am

Separated at birth?

UPDATE: Another Blogger screw-up. Click this link instead. It’s the top post.

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Pot Calling the Kettle a Capitalist Kitchen Tool

October 25th, 2002 - 11:08 am

Arthur Silber, a libertarian and former Ayn Rand confidant, looks at Ayn Rand’s attacks on libertarians — and decides the little-l label fits him. Good stuff.

UPDATE: Blogger’s archives are busy, once again, fornicating the canine. So the now goes to Arthur’s main page. The story you’re looking for is the first real post.

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Required Reading

October 25th, 2002 - 1:13 am

Everything I ever wanted to say about John Ashcroft, Robert Prather just said.

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Target-Rich Virtual Environment

October 25th, 2002 - 12:20 am

I haven’t bothered weighing in on this week’s Doonesbury blogfest, because it just hasn’t been funny. And that’s a criminal waste of cartoon space.

Let’s face it — blogs are ripe for tweaking. And, no, I’m not excluding this site.

The blogoshere is mostly big egos, small readerships, and craptacular writing. (Not on your site, of course, but that other guy’s page is really awful, huh?) I long for the day when somebody really does us up right. Neal Pollack comes close, but he’s just too insufferably smug. If he’d poke fun of himself half as much as he does Sullivan, I’d nominate the man for a Pulitzer. I suppose that’s part of the joke, but it just doesn’t tickle my funnybone.

(Improv comic, circa 1993: “So what’s with the funnybone, huh? It’s not a bone, and it isn’t even funny. Am I right, people?”)

That aside, today’s Doonesbury installment made me smile a bit. Maybe if he tries again next week, he can get some real laughs.

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Not In Our Name — But Maybe In Our CB Handle

October 25th, 2002 - 12:06 am

As decades go, the 1970s were the ugliest time in America. Leisure suits. Bell bottoms. Gloria Gaynor. Jimmy Carter ineffectualism (but I repeat myself). The commercialization of hippie

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Midnight Notes

October 24th, 2002 - 11:20 pm

Tomorrow’s column (essay, rant, crap-stuffed-tripe, whatever) is about Henry Kissinger.

Oh, and it’s funny. Really. Stay tuned.

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This Will Only Hurt the Entire Time

October 24th, 2002 - 10:29 pm

On a weeknight, Melissa never finishes her half of the bottle of wine we sometimes enjoy with dinner. So it’s up to me to finish the job. Even so, I ran out long before the laughs and tears of Four Weddings and a Funeral were over.

So I poured myself a scotch.

But even were I entirely sober, I’d still be laughing my, uh, bits off at this bit of silliness from Presidential Candidate Laurence Simon.

Elves, indeedy.

(Which reminds me of something I shouted in the theater during that awful “re-imagining” of Planet of the Apes: “Man, look-it all them flyin’, splodin’ monkeys.”)

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October 24th, 2002 - 10:23 pm

He was crass, he exhibited shockingly bad taste, and he never once said anything good or nice about anyone or anything. I miss Uthant.

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October 24th, 2002 - 10:20 pm

The new guy has a new look, and it’s super.

(OK, so you earned a spot on the blogroll, but as everyone knows, that’s a mostly-random event. And I still won’t run for president. However, if Laurence wants to appoint me Director of the Bureau of Leggy Porn Starlets, I’d be honored to serve.)

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Call for Backup

October 24th, 2002 - 10:05 pm

A sad thing is going up to the bar to pour your last glass of Macallan 12, then discovering your first glass killed the bottle.

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That’s All, Folks

October 24th, 2002 - 9:47 pm

Steven Den Beste gets the last, best word on the sniper:

There is no deep moral lesson here. There was nothing we as a society could have done to prevent this, nor is there anything we must do to prevent something like it happening again. All potential cures are worse than the disease. There are no perfect solutions, and this kind of thing is part of the price we pay for being in a free society. I would rather have this kind of thing happen than to live in a police state. It’s sad; it’s tragic; and it’s also unavoidable.

What else need be said?

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Here’s to Hoping

October 24th, 2002 - 11:11 am

If these are the guys, then it looks like they’re our guys. Good.

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