You didn’t? Well, then just ask all those noted black socialists as Karl Marx, Friedrich Engels, V.I. Lenin, William Jennings Bryan, Pierre Leroux, Marie Roch Louis Reybaud, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Ferdinand Lassalle, Mikhail Bakunin, Leon Trotsky, Samuel Gompers, Karl Liebknecht, Rosa Luxemburg… need I go on?
“Socialist,” if anything, is code for “Probably European and possibly Jewish.”
Meanwhile, quit calling me a racist, you race-card dealing socialist weasel.
Technical issues (we’re still in beta!) kept me off of yesterday’s PJTV Blogger Whip. But I’ll be on today’s Whip at 6PM Eastern, followed by a full segment devoted to McCain’s exit strategy. And I don’t mean from Iraq.
Get ready for the coming Ice AgeGlobal WarmingClimate Change Ice Age, damnit:
In early September, I began noticing a string of news stories about scientists rejecting the orthodoxy on global warming. Actually, it was more like a string of guest columns and long letters to the editor since it is hard for skeptical scientists to get published in the cabal of climate journals now controlled by the Great Sanhedrin of the environmental movement.
Still, the number of climate change skeptics is growing rapidly. Because a funny thing is happening to global temperatures — they’re going down, not up.
Anecdotally, our last hot summer in Colorado was in ’06. The past two summers were cool, wet, and this year the lawns stayed green until… well, many of them still are. That’s unheard of. Now I don’t know what’s happening these days on top of Mt Kilimanjaro, but I can tell you that Pike’s Peak still had traces of snow on it in August (almost unheard of), and has a nice little snowpack developing already this fall (not heard of since before the draught).
All in all, we’re hoping for a Halloween with more candy than frostbite.
McCain is back even in Florida, says Rasmussen. Interesting, because Obama had been up there by as much as five points in recent weeks. And it’s not like he’s done any surge type campaigning to turn things around. Buyer’s remorse? Is the Powell Endorsement backfiring with Miami’s Jewish population? Who knows.
Same story in Ohio — not known for its large number of Jewish retirees — where McCain went from a five-point deficit to a two-point lead today.
Palmer Lake, a rural community north of Colorado Springs, has the highest percentage of foreclosures per household in El Paso County. With 240 homes in Palmer Lake, the area holds a 6.25% foreclosure rate – with one out of every 16 homes foreclosed, according to the public trustee.
There’s some serious money in Palmer Lake these days, so I wonder if some people are using foreclosure to escape upside down loans on overpriced homes.
It’s one of those big stories that won’t get much press, because it’s about a remote region and would take to long to explain — but India and Pakistan have opened their first-ever trade route through disputed Kashmir.
Let’s hope something other than terrorists and weapons go through.
The Republic has survived eight years of having, to hear some people tell it, Darth Vader as Veep. And before that, we got through eight years of of having a space alien inhabit the Vice Presidential Residence.
But this? I shudder for the fate of our young country.
Largely out of the media spotlight, at least in the West, the Pakistani army has taken on the most numerous and aggressive part of the Taliban organization, and is tearing it to pieces. For the last two months, the Pakistani Army has been moving through the Bajaur Agency in the Federally Administered Tribal Areas (FATA), killing Taliban and al Qaeda fighters who have largely controlled the rural parts of the 1,300 square kilometer district for years. There were only a few thousand armed men working for the Taliban, and several thousand more who have come in since the fighting began. Over a third of these Taliban have been killed or wounded, and they have been driven from one compound (the fortress like groups of houses that are favored in this part of the world) after another. The army has used air power (mostly armed helicopters) and artillery to do most of the killing, using infantry to guard the roads and urban areas. The Taliban have had a hard time moving around, and have not been able to inflict many casualties on the army.
So I turned forty today. Apparently I’m supposed to be depressed.
Can’t manage that one; I’m about to leave the house for the best burger in the world at Ann’s Snack Bar, followed by an afternoon of debauchery at the Decatur Beer Festival. The schedule simply does not allow for being maudlin today, but even if it did, I’m having a hard time working up any major depression.
Think of the things I’d have missed if I were younger. I saw Star Wars in its first run in 1977. I watched Reagan’s inaugural when I was in the sixth grade and the Berlin Wall collapse when I was in college at Auburn. I saw every minute of Live Aid in 1985, the stereo cranked up and my jaw agape.
I went to Texas for engineering and Oxford for English literature, both on scholarship, and sold my first book–off the slush pile–by the time I was 25. I haven’t sold everything I ever submitted for publication, but I’ve had more sales than rejections. I’ve been quoted by the BBC and CNN and Howie Kurtz–and the latter was after I went out of my way to insult the guy. And pretty much by accident, I somehow managed to worm myself into the publishing history of Harry Potter. I’ve cracked up Jimmy Buffett and Bill Buckley. I’ve watched the sun set over the caldera in Santorini, and seen satellites pass over the midnight sky of west Texas.
I’ve met two-thirds of my favorite band, I’ve seen the Rolling Stones at Wembley Stadium and Dash Rip Rock at the War Eagle Supper Club. I learned to play (bad) rock guitar and had a ball doing it. I’ve read Milton in the Radcliffe Camera at Oxford and wandered through Franz Liszt’s house in Budapest. I strolled through Checkpoint Charlie and Wenceslas Square before either of them were tourist traps. I’ve been to at least eight Mardi Gras and a couple of Jazz Fests and God only knows how many long weekends in New Orleans.
I’ve seen Bo Jackson run over people and Nolan Ryan pound the tar out of Robin Ventura; I’ve watched Michael Jordan and Jack Nicklaus and Tiger Woods, all in person. I’ve been to four Sugar Bowls and seen my team go undefeated twice. I’ve thrown up on two continents and in the backseat of an F-16D at Mach 1. I’ve been responsible for blowing up several dozen aircraft, and I even got paid for it.
I have a great family. My parents are still together after 46 years of marriage, and I have two pre-teen nephews who are more than happy to joyously beat the crap out of me every chance they get. I’m married to a beautiful woman who owns more guitars than I do. Why on earth would I think the next forty years might be any less awesome?
And by the time you read this, I will be not just happily full, but also happily loaded. What business do I have being depressed?
For tonight’s debate, we’re going to try something new — Nyquil blogging. The most recent cold/flu/whatever the boy brought home from school, well… it’s a nasty little bug. Came on fast this morning. Went from 60-0 like hitting a brick wall. The double dose of Dayquil is, so far, not even cutting it.
As a social conservative ogling underage congressional pages, Republican Mark Foley was the poster boy for rank hypocrisy. Turns out, his successor, Democrat Tim Mahoney — “Restoring America’s Values Begins at Home” went the campaign slogan — has, evidently, been keeping the torch of sexual infidelity aloft.
Now, no one wants to be accused of sexual McCarthyism — your dalliances are your own business, unless, that is, you happen to be wide-stancing in the bathroom stalls of the Minneapolis International Airport — but it seems that Mahoney may have used taxpayer dollars to hide his extracurricular activities.
While infinite degrees less creepy than Foley’s offense, the fundamental difference between the two incidents seems to be the level of media coverage.