Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Our Friendly Canadian Neighbors

The usual Moonbat Swarm welcomes Dubyuh to the Great White North. Lotsa pix here. (The Walter Mitties in this photo are about four weeks - and one country - off, eh?)

Ecosystem Stats

The Truth Laid Bear has an interesting page that ranks traffic (hits) to the top blogs. (But where's Blogizdat?)

The Federalist Patriot

If you are a conservative you should be reading The Federalist Patriot. (And if you're over 30 and not yet a conservative, I urge you to heed the words of the Apostle.) The Federalist Patriot is a multi-page online conservative news bulletin, published three times a week, and available free of charge (although donations are gratefully accepted). The publishers will email you a copy of each edition, but you can also print PDF files of each edition, as well. The Federalist Patriot contains some of the best political writing around, and is always informative and entertaining. If you are not familiar with it, do give it a try.

Monday, November 29, 2004

(Turn Your) Back In The USA

Those wacky lefties. A long weekend in a Hashish Bar in Amsterdam, and all they can come up with is this. Y-a-w-n. (Tip O'The Hat to LGF.)

From Opinion Journal Today

Question: Will Democrats steal the Washington governorship? Answer: They will try.

Novel Ideas

Hugh Hewitt challenged bloggers yesterday to post titles of modern novels they would recommend reading not once, but twice. I am at a bit of a loss. Like Hugh, I tend to read almost exclusively non-fiction, mostly history; I am currently working through the massive 11-volume History of Civilization, by Will (and Ariel) Durant.

But he wants fiction, so fiction it is.

Several years back I read the Richard Price novel Clockers (since made into a movie, by Spike Lee). It's a riveting account of a young drug dealer and the cop who nabs him. Price spent years on the streets researching the novel, and reading it is as close as I will ever want to come to that life. It's an amazing work, worth both reading and re-reading.

Hugh mentioned Tom Wolfe.

I recently read through (again) The Bonfire Of The Vanities. I'd been put off the book after watching the dreadful movie adaptation by Brian De Palma, with Tom Hanks and Bruce Willis, but don't make that mistake. If you've only seen the movie, you should read the book to banish the film images from your mind. Whereas the movie tried to play the story with a smart-aleck nod and a wink, the book was much darker, and far more interesting. It's a very good read.

(I haven't always been so lucky with Wolfe. I've tried to make my way through A Man In Full several times, but haven't been successful. But I do want to give I Am Chalotte Simmons a try.)

But why only Modern Novels? If you're looking for things you probably haven't read - but should - try these two:

Most college students are familiar with Theodore Dreiser's first novel Sister Carrie. An even better Dreiser novel, though less well-known, is his second offering, Jenny Gerhardt. While Dreiser's style could be clumsy, at times - he often spent way too many pages in subsequent novels piling up minutiae that did not advance his story - Jenny Gerhardt ranks with the best of the best in American literature. A copy is available online here, for free.

OK, he wasn't a novelist, but he's worth a mention: Ring Lardner was one of the finest writers of the American Short Story, every bit as good as Mark Twain and O. Henry. His stuff seems a little dated today, given that he employed many colloquialisms that have long since gone out of style, but his stories are wonderful, nonetheless. You Know Me, Al and The Golden Honeymoon are two grand examples of the Lardner style, online and free.

Happy Reading.

Good News

If you are the parent of infants or toddlers (as I am), you've probably heard rumors that vaccines containing mercury can have serious side effects, contributing to everything from Autism to ADHD. Here's something from the Unversity of California (SF) Children's Hospital that indicates otherwise.

Saturday, November 27, 2004


From time to time Jinx McHue of Shock And Blog has been visited by a Moonbat Troll, appropriately named H@adless Loosey, who posts taunting and incomprehensible gibberish in comments to his posts. Now it appears I, too, have received a visit from the Decapitated-One, here at Blogizdat. I don't mind polite comments from those who disagree with me, but I can't make heads or tails of anything that Sans-Tête writes. I considered deleting her comment(s), but I have decided to leave them up as a powerful example of what's wrong with the public school system in this country, and as a reminder of what can happen to the mind of individuals who ingest excessive quantities of illicit chemicals. And, as an aside, if Sin-Cabeza continues to come round these parts, popping up out of the cyber-bushes, scaring the kiddies and making a general nuisance of herself, I will be forced to call in the Blogspot Federales with a Code 3, on charges of a 415, as provided under point 4(i) of the Blogspot TOS. Have a great weekend!

Friday, November 26, 2004

Why It Matters

Over the past few days, several of the best blogs have had links to The Donovan, a site with photos of Fallujah, and the discoveries made there by the US and Iraqi forces. It's an amazing set of images, and you should go through them, slowly and carefully. And, for you leftists reading this: no, the insurrectionists were not Freedom Fighters.

Thursday, November 25, 2004

Thanks Giving

My wife and kids, and extended family
Yahweh, Yeshua and Paraclete
A modicum of good health
Employment (no matter how dreary)
Financial solvency
A friend or three
My Macintosh computers
Dubyuh's ongoing leadership in the War On Terror
The Armed Forces of the United States
Freedom for Iraq and Afghanistan
Dubyuh's big win
The courage of the Swift Boat Veterans
And the 60 million Smart Ones who voted for Dubyuh's re-election
The Northern Alliance, and LGF
The Good Guys
My personal library
Our public library
Decent quality digital cameras
Mp3 players
Nick Drake
The House Of Love
The Innocence Mission
John Piper
C.S. Lewis
The heritage and legacy of my citizenship
The heritage and legacy of my upbringing
Cherry Pepsi and/or Coke
Vanilla Chocolate Chip Hagen Daz
Free Wi-Fi Coffee Shops
Those who read Blogizdat regularly
Blogspot being (still) free

On this National Day of Thanksgiving I am thankful for each of the above-named things and persons. H.L. Mencken points out one more: the thermostat. After re-reading the piece that follows during the week past, I realized just how right he was. And so I add it to my list.

The following is excerpted from A Mencken Chrestomathy, and was published originally in The American Mercury, in January of 1931.

Of all the inventions of modern times the one that has given me most comfort and joy is one that is seldom heard of, to wit, the thermostat. I was amazed, some time ago, to hear that it was invented at least a generation ago. I first heard of it during the War of 1914-18, when some kind friend suggested that I throw out the coal furnace that was making steam in my house and put in a gas furnace. Naturally enough, I hesitated, for the human mind is so constituted. But the day I finally succumbed must remain ever memorable in my annals, for it saw me move at one leap from an inferno into a sort of paradise. The patriotic anthracite men loaded their culm-piles on cars, and sold them to householders all over the East. Not a furnace-man was in practise in my neighborhood: all of them were working in the shipyards at $15 a day. So I had to shovel coal myself, and not only shovel coal, but sift ashes. It was a truly dreadul experience. Worse, my house was always either too hot or too cold. When a few pieces of actual coal appeared in the mass of slate the temperature leaped up to 85 degrees, but most of the time it was between 45 and 50.

The thermostat changed all that, and in an instant. I simply set it at 68 degrees, and went about my business. Whenever the temperature in the house went up to 70 it automatically turned off the gas under the funace in the cellar, and there was an immediate return to 68. And if the mercury, keeping on, dropped to 66, then the gas went on again, and the temperature was soon 68 once more. I began to feel like a man liberated from the death-house. I was never too hot or too cold. I had no coal to heave, no ashes to sift. My house became so clean that I could wear a shirt five days. I began to feel like work, and rapidly turned out a series of imperishable contributions to the national letters. My temper improved so vastly that my family began to suspect senile changes. Moreover, my cellar became as clean as the rest of the house, and as roomy as a barn. I enlarged my wine-room by 1000 cubic meters. I put in a cedar closet big enough to hold my whole wardrobe. I added a vault for papers, a carpenter shop, and a praying chamber.

For all these boons and usufructs I was indebted to the inventor of the thermostat, a simple device but incomparable. I'd print his name here, but unfortunately I forget it. He was one of the great benefactors of humanity. I wouldn't swap him for a dozen Marconis, a regiment of Bells, or a whole army corps of Edisons. Edison's life-work, like his garrulous and non-sensical talk, has been mainly a curse to humanity: he has greatly augmented its stock of damned nuisances. But man who devised the thermostat, at all events in my private opinion, was a hero comparable to Shakespeare, Michelangelo or Beethoven.

Happy Thanksgiving, and thanks for reading.

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Mencken On Turkey

I'm going to write a proper something on Thanksgiving in the morrow, and will post a couple of paragraphs from Mencken on why the thermostat is something for which we should all be thankful. But as I prepare to lay me down to sleep (and pray the Lord, etc) I wanted to include the following, copped from The Sociopath Vol. 6, and attributed to Henry Louis, from the Baltimore Evening Sun of December 17, 1910.

The chief objection to the New England Puritans, of course, is . . . that they cursed the country with crude cookery and uneatable victuals. The pumpkin pie, clam chowder, the mince pie, pork and beans--these are some of the awful things we have inherited from those gross amd chilblained moralists. The common notion that they also gave us roast turkey, with its attendant sauce of cranberries, is an error arising out of the imbecility of the persons who manufacture covers for the November magazines. As a matter of fact, the turkey was unknown in New England until the downfall of the theocracy and the repeal of the blue laws against intellectual eating. The customary Thanksgiving fowl, in witch-burning days, was the common jack rabbit, with the puddle duck as an occasional variant. The turkey, as every sophomore in victuality is aware, really hails from Virginia, and the cranberry from the miasmatic marshes of New Jersey...

And yet somehow carving the Thanksgiving Rabbit just wouldn't feel right, would it?

Isn't This Just Wrong?

Deep-fried turkey?

Seen (Or Not) On The Internet

Windows XP is confusing. Maybe it would be easier to learn if there were lessons on CD-ROM taught by attractive young women in bikinis. Maybe the company that sold those CD-ROMs could call itself Bikini Classroom. Nah. Who'd buy it? It would never fly. Too silly.

(Don't blame me. I'm just the reporter. And anyways, I'm a Mac user. In the first place, we don't need training CD-ROM; our machines are easy to use. But in the second place, we're all about our beloved Macs, not attractive young women in bikinis. Okay? Now pass me a Dew.)

OK, Who's Got Bob?

Just what is this world coming to? First, Snoop Dogg was on the Tonight Show last night, being charming, hawking his line of tennis-shoes and talking about coaching little league football. And now THIS.

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Max Headroom's Girlfriends

There was an interesting article in the November 2004 Wired Magazine about digital models - and their digital artists - competing for the title of Miss Digital World. (And, yes, I'm certain they all wish for world peace.)


OK, kids, the new album, 'How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb,' is out today - well, yesterday, really - in at least three editions: a Regular CD, a Deluxe Edition CD (with videos) and a Deluxe Deluxe Edition CD (with videos and booklet). I suppose I'll end up springing for the one with the videos and the DVD. And even though it'll set me back some $35.00, I doubt that I'll regret it.

Get Yer Lights Up Early

Ugly Christmas Lights shows you what NOT to do.

Ode To Cheese

Cheesenet, which bills itself as "The Internet's Cheese Information Resource Since 1995," has this lovely poem posted in its Poetry section:

Ode to Cheese
by Simon Whitehead

Oh cheddar, Gruyer, Smoked and Brie
I wish to write my ode to thee
You keep me stuffed throughout the night
I'm happy at your smell and sight

Cheese in a pack, cheese in a box
The cheesey smell from my old socks
I just can't get enough of you
My cheese, I declare my love so true

I guess Britney's got company.

Monday, November 22, 2004


I was reviewing my Blog logs the other day and noticed a link had come in through Feedster. It looks interesting.

In the process of reviewing the Feedster site, I found links to several other sites that might be interest to Bloggers, some well-known, some not: Blo.gs, Weblogs, Blogtracker, Blogrolling, as well as this extensive listing of Blogging Tools.

I also recently found a great unofficial Blogger FAQ, containing lots of great hints and info.

Kevin Sites

I saw this link on Little Green Footballs and wanted to include it here.

Kevin Sites is the cameraman who filmed the footage of a Marine shooting an Iraqi detainee last week. On his blog, he posts an open letter to the Devil Dogs of the 3.1, whom he was with when he shot the footage. It's a sobering piece, and I urge you to read it. (Sites also has some photos of the battle for Falluja.)

Virtual Pizza

I'd seen this years ago but had forgotten about it until someone mentioned it recently: virtual pizza, carb-free and oh-so-tasty.

Chrenkoff's Good News Number 15

Chrenkoff posts his digest of good news from Iraq, all the stuff the alphabet stations won't tell you or show you.

Sunday, November 21, 2004

Fun With Google

Type the words 'Failure Senator' into Google's search field and click the button marked 'I'm Feeling Lucky', right next to the button marked 'Google Search.' Heh, heh. Sounds about right to me. (It's my guess that HRC doesn't feel quite as lucky as you do.)

Saturday, November 20, 2004


How many times have you thought to yourself how much more rewarding your life might be if you could only talk with the eloquence and erudition of, say, Snoop Dogg? Fo' shizzle, you know what I'm sayin'? Well, now you can, and from the comfort of your own home. The Snoop Dogg Translator takes your plain and understandable English phrases and turns them into incomprehensible Snoop-Talk. And for a slightly different experience, The Shizzolator takes input URLs and spits out pages in full Snoop-Talk splendor. (Warning: the Shizzolator is, well, vulgar and offensive. Then again, so is Snoop.)


If you are as annoyed as I am by those cheesy motivational posters plastered all over doors and walls at the office, you'll want to get a few of these Demotivators® for your very own pathetic cubicle. I love 'em all, but these are two of my favorites: one and two.


I've read about The Wayback Machine, and have even visited from time to time, but I haven't spent much time here. That may have to change. Basically, it's an archive of websites, that allows the user to view sites as they appeared at different points since the project started in 1996. For an example, take a look at Yahoo, the way it appeared back in 1996.

Sable And Shuck

It's a game, isn't it? Or maybe it's real. In any case, you get to sign a contract to sell your soul to the Prince Of Darkness. Or something like that. The Star Protectorate Guild investigates, and ARGN has a couple of blurbs here, and here.

(I'm still trying to figure out what this and that have to do with anything - although I don't really care enough to join, or play. It sounds like another ILoveBees-Halo2 viral marketing scheme, to me. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I'm thinking the ManInBlack is either Johnny Cash or John Kerry. If you're that interested and want to take a peek, scroll down here for a list of the various websites that link into all this.)


No, I'm not talking about cheating on your Significant Other. I'm referring to sneaking in, as into urban places where you shouldn't be. Well, the folks at Infiltration have given the matter alot of thought, and have even put together a website and a paper zine devoted to the subject. Interested in doing a little of what some refer to as 'urban exploration?' They'll show you how, and they even have a page with links of sites worldwide on the subject, to help you get started. Just don't get caught.

Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego?

You say you've never heard of sovereign nationette of Talossa? Why, it's just down the street. Really. Wired explains all.


Have you got a GPS and whole lot of time on your hands? Me neither. But if I did, I might be into the 'sport' of Geocaching. Or Not. But, just in case, the experts explain all. And more.

More Geek (Games) Stuff

Just a follow-up geek post.

Two authors of early Mac games have made their work available free-of-charge on their websites: John Calhoun's Glider Pro is available for both OS X and Classic, and Cliff Johnson's Fool's Errand, At The Carnival and 3 In Three are available for Classic only. (Mr. Johnson also has a version of each of those games that runs under Windows, using an older 30-day demo of the Executor Mac Emulator, also at his site.)

Geek Stuff

Last night I did something that is roughly the computer-geek equivalent of building a swimming pool for one's cat, something absolutely useless but oh-so-cool: I installed a copy of Soft PC (a 286 emulator, running DOS 5.0) on top of Mini vMac (a version of vMac, a Mac Plus emulator, running OS 7.0.1) - all this on a G4 iBook with 768 megs of RAM.

Why? Just to see if it can be done. And because I can.

The Soft PC part is especially silly, since I have a perfectly good copy of Connectix's Virtual PC 5.0 - now shipping from Microsoft as Virtual PC 7.0 - running on my iBook, that emulates a Pentium III (I believe) and is able to run Windows 98 fast enough to be passably useful for alot of Wintel programs that I may need to run from time to time.

Regarding the vMac installation, however, there's a wee bit of method to the madness. There are dozens of programs - many now freely available on the net - written for the early Macs that simply won't run on today's machines, especially those running OS X. And even those that will run do not always run correctly.

Even though I have an ancient Mac Plus sitting in the basement that I could use for running those old programs, it's a slow machine that's a bit of a hassle to get up and running. With vMac, the whole virtual machine boots in under 15 seconds, and can be expanded to full-screen mode with a couple of key strokes. Try doing that on a Mac Plus.

(If you are running an older Mac, or if you should wish to use vMac, Jagshouse is a great resource for Classic Macs, and Mac 68K Games and Macintosh Garden have plenty of old titles for download. Many of the games are freely available in the public domain, or as open-source, but some aren't. Don't believe those who'll tell you that ab*ndonware is entirely legal; it isn't. But if you still own copies of these old Mac games on 400k and 800k floppies - like I do - that won't even run in modern floppy drives, and are downloading a disk image for use with an emulator, I don't believe that is illegal to do so. It is certainly legal to download the public domain, shareware and open-source stuff.)

Also, just for fun, I installed (under vMac) a copy of MacMinix, a Mac-only implementation of the Minix operating system, a stripped-down version of Unix that used to be used alot in classrooms. It has fallen out of use, but its advantage over Linix - or even Terminal under OS X - is that it is entirely self-contained, and one can experiment with its Unix environment to one's heart's content, without worrying about damaging the host OS in the process. It runs well.

Okay, enough of that. I'll try to find something to post later for all you non-geeks. G'day.

Friday, November 19, 2004

Mind Out Of Time

I reach the end of the week and stumble across the finish-line, bleary-eyed and dog-tired, without the will or desire to engage in witty and urbane blogging. I'm cranky, and I'm not good company.

When I arrive at such a state, what better elixir for the Blogging Blues than to turn to Henry Louis Mencken for inspiration - or at least for a source of plunder. In the following passage excerpted from Prejudics, First Series, published in 1919, Mencken considers the new sexual frankness in vogue during that Golden Age, and finds matters less than satisfactory. Read on:

In America, at least, innocence has been killed, and romance has been sadly wounded by the same discharge of smutty artillery. The flapper is no longer naïve and charming; she goes to the altar of God with a learned and even cynical glitter in her eye. The school-girl of to-day, fed upon Forel, Sylvanus Stall, Reginald Wright Kauffman and the Freud books, knows as much as the midwife of 1885, and spends a good deal more time discharging and disseminating her information. All this, of course, is highly embarrassing to the more romantic and ingenuous sort of men, of whom I have the honor to be one. We are constantly in the position of General Mitchener in Shaw's one-acter, "Press Cuttings," when he begs Mrs. Farrell, the talkative charwoman, to reserve her confidences for her medical adviser. One often wonders, indeed, what women now talk of to doctors....

Please do not misunderstand me here. I do not object to this New Freedom on moral grounds, but on æsthetic grounds. In the relations between the sexes all beauty is founded upon romance, all romance is founded upon mystery, and all mystery is founded upon ignorance, or, failing that, upon the deliberate denial of the known truth. To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anæsthesia - to mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an ordinary young woman for a goddess. But how can this condition of mind survive the deadly matter-of-factness which sex hygiene and the new science of eugenics impose? How can a woman continue to believe in the honor, courage and loving tenderness of a man after she has learned, perhaps by affidavit, that his hemoglobin count is 117%, that he is free from sugar and albumen, that his blood pressure is 112/79 and that his Wassermann reaction is negative?... Moreover, all this new-fangled "frankness" tends to dam up, at least for civilized adults, one of the principal well-springs of art, to wit, impropriety. What is neither hidden nor forbidden is seldom very charming. If women, continuing their present tendency to its logical goal, end by going stark naked, there will be no more poets and painters, but only dermatologists and photographers....

Sounds like Mencken had it just about right.

And Your Fifth Place Winner Is...

Out of a field of thousands (I'm guessing), Jinx McHue takes a fifth-place honorable mention, in the weekly photo caption contest at Wizbang with the line: "Nothing says "Merry Christmas, boys and girls!" like stiletto heels."

Can't add much to that, except to point out that although Madame Santa does appear to sport a fine pair of gams, those are boots, my good buddy - they're hardly stilettos. Still, it was a witty line, without dipping into the vulgarity. T'was a fine attempt, Jinx, my good sir, and it appears to have brought you fame. Merry Christmas.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

Clinton Lie Burry

Re-writing history, one presidential library at a time. And for a more honest and balanced view, try this link, or this one.

The Onion Gets It Right?

I've told you before that The Onion is staffed by some pretty funny left-wing kooks. But they also come up with some great ideas, once in a while. (Or were they just kidding? Oh Gosh, I don't know...)


My sister-in-law lives on the Isle of Spice, so I'm well-acquainted with the devastation caused by Hurricane Ivan this past September, but I hadn't seen this website until I was alerted to it recently by a friend.

Check it out, and help if you can.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004


The Lord works in mysterious ways. And this is pretty mysterious. (If you can't afford the real thing, try for one of many replicas; they're on eBay, too. And this guy found a clever way to sell his buggy online.)

Just A Gigolo

Diamond Dave gets a job.

PCC = Politically Correct Church

I have it on unimpeachable authority that during Sunday morning prayers this past weekend, at a local congregation, the Almighty was beseeched that He might comfort the Palestinians in their time of sorrow and grief, in the wake of the death of their Great Nobel Peace Prize Winner. No prayers - however - were said on behalf of either the Israelis or Palestinians who continue to die at the hands of the followers of that same Great Nobel Peace Prize Winner.

So, which applies best: Luke 6:27 or Revelation 3:16?

Rush Is Right

Rush Limbaugh spent a good portion of his show today [partial transcript here] expressing outrage at the treatment Dr. Condi Rice has been receiving at the hands of the LeftMedia editorialists, particularly the cartoonists. Understand, it isn't the fact that she is being mocked or lampooned that is offensive - both she and her political views are fair game - but the blatantly racist manner in which such attacks are being waged.

In particular, Rush was livid about a virulantly racist syndicated cartoon by Oliphant, lampooning Dr. Rice as the Mammy from 'Gone With The Wind,' which Rush describes as follows:

It is Condoleezza Rice sitting in a rocking chair with her facial features once again exaggerated in a stereotypical fashion... There are empty aluminum tubes sitting next to her that have smiley faces on them. She is holding one of these aluminum tubes and is attempting to go feed it with a bottle. I kid you not. She is barefoot with her legs spread, and she says, "I knows all about aluminum tubes," [sic] and then, "Correction: "I don't know nunthin' about aluminum tubes..." I guess this has to do with weapons of mass destruction in Iraq and centrifuges and so forth. I really have no idea, but it doesn't matter. He's got some dumb black woman sitting barefoot obviously in a rocking chair trying to feed aluminum tubes with a bottle, saying, "I knows all about aluminum tubes."

Rush is right. It is offensive. It isn't funny. And it isn't clever. It is just ignorant and racist, the kind of ignorant racism that the media would crucify conservatives for, if those conservatives were foolish and ignorant enough to display. (Remember, Trent Lott was crucified for toasting former segregationist Strom Thurmond at Thurmond's 100th birthday party.)

I was pleased and impressed that Rush was deluged by African-American callers who were as outraged by this as he was. Sure, most of them are probably already disposed to seeing things Rush's way, by virtue of the fact that they listen to his show. But, in any case, they were all indignant at the treatment to which Dr. Rice is being subjected.

(One minor quibble: on his show Rush complained that the use of the word 'learnt' - from a British article that mocked Bush, saying everything the President has learnt about foreign policy has come from Dr. Rice - is mocking American Black colloquial English; it is not. 'Learnt' is a perfectly good past tense - and participle - of the verb 'to learn,' as I suspect Rush has learnt since.)

Advocating Fear

I seldom read the GLBT press, mostly for lack of time. But I have been curious to see what is being said about the election over at The Advocate, so I sent Firefox off to see what could be found, and spent some time reviewing the results. It appears there are a number of contributors at the esteemed publication who are spending a great deal of time pondering the End Of The Age. I offer here merely a few links, for your edification:

The Bully Is Back
Feeling blue in a red state
I'm Revolting, and I'm Sorry
We must all hang together...


I don't know what made me think of this - I hadn't thought of it in a long, long time - but it came to mind today and I felt compelled to hunt it down and post it here, from an email to a friend, written in Spring 2002:

I wanted to write to you about two things that I saw yesterday, within about 20 minutes of each other: one was one of the more disturbing things I've ever seen, the other was one of the more glorious things I've ever seen.

Last night after work, when I got to my parking ramp, there were cops all over the place. They were investigating an apparent suicide jump off the top of the 8-story structure. The deceased's body was still on the sidewalk by the entrance to the ramp, lying face-down in a pool of blood. He was a white male, probably in his early to mid-twenties. I couldn't tell anything else about him and none of the police would talk.

What could possibly have gone so wrong in his life that he felt compelled to end it this way?

(One of the parking attendents did tell me that that he'd heard the guy had left a wife and kids in California to come to the midwest to look for work, but there was nothing in the news last night or this morning about him or his apparent suicide.)

Then, on the way home, I looked up and, in the East, saw the most phenomenal double-rainbow I have ever seen, stretching from horizen to horizen, with colors so bright they looked almost unreal. It was amazingly beautiful. I've never seen anything like it before.

As soon as I got home I scooped up my three year-old daughter up and called to my wife to get in the car. We drove about a mile east of our house where we could see it better. All the way home the little lass kept repeating: "rainbow, rainbow..."

I kept thinking if only the dead young man could have just waited a half hour more, might seeing that amazing rainbow have altered his state of mind enough to keep him from jumping? No one will ever know.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004


One recent Saturday AM I took my 5 year-old daughter to WalMart, where we had lunch at the McDonald's inside the store. While we were eating, I noticed an odd-looking family unit sitting a few tables away from us: a mom, a dad and a young son.

Mom appeared to be in her late twenties, and looked a bit like a low-rent Rose McGowan. She was wearing a very low-cut chiffon-like yellow-green blouse and tight leather pants, laced up the side, that showed a band of skin at least an inch wide from belt to cuff. (I swear, Mom couldn't have been wearing anything but a thong under all that.)

Dad, for his part, looked a little like one of Sean Penn's trailer-park cousins, wearing a flowing purple shirt and a leather vest, sporting small owlish-looking wire-rimmed glasses. He looked so slight that I wondered if even I couldn't have taken him.

What was most incongrous and bizarre, however: both Mom and Dad were wearing bigass pentagram medallions on chains around their necks that made them look like extras from an old Run-DMC video.

And the little kid - who looked to be no more than six - was wearing blue jeans, sneakers and a tee shirt; he looked for the world like an utterly normal kid-next-door. I have to wonder if even at his tender age, he was feeling a little creeped out by his parents.

In the end, I suppose, there was nothing wrong with any of it, but it seemed a bit of a strange sight for a Walmart on a Saturday. Then again, maybe not.

Hammers And Nails

I recently re-read the book "Hammers and Nails, the life and music of Mark Heard," by Matthew Dickerson. I'd picked it up last year at Barnes And Noble, and within minutes after finishing the book, I sat down and wrote a lengthy email to the author, who was kind enough to write back.

Mark Heard was a brilliant songwriter and poet who died of a heart attack he suffered onstage in 1992, in his early 40's. He and I corresponded a few times in the mid 1980's, and we actually met and chatted from time to time, at various events. While I didn't consider him a close friend, he was a friendly acquaintance.

He was an incredibly talented man, but like many other talented performers, he was unwilling to work his craft unless he could do it on his own terms. Because of this, he was often misunderstood, and found it hard to make a living in the music business. (He could also be off-putting at times; I once asked to interview him but he turned me down, saying he was concerned he might be misquoted.)

Mark's lyrics - particularly the ones from his last three albums - were at times weary, at other times angry, but always honest and insightful.

While the lyrics from "Second Hand" reveal a man approaching middle age, somewhat worn-down from the day-to-day struggle of living, the lyrics from "Satellite Sky" contain apocalyptic images of deserts, fire, wind and bones, not unlike something from some latter-day Ezekiel, calling the world to account. In fact, his final album had an urgency and foreboding that turned out to be prescient: within months after the release of "Satellite Sky," Mark Heard was dead.

While Mark's music has gained some measure of acceptance in the years since his death, he toiled in obscurity most of his life. Since his passing, his music has been recorded by Bruce Cockburn, Pierce Pettis, Julie and Buddy Miller, The Call and many others. (Olivia Newton-John recorded a song of Mark's on her 1988 CD, "The Rumour," which Mark performed on.)

It's my hope that his biography - together with the release of an all-new collection of unreleased demos recorded just before his death - will gain him and his music some of the exposure, and will introduce him and his music to a new generation of fans. And, in case you should wonder: yes, he really was that good.


I wish I could tell you this is a joke. But it's not. DJ: please cue REM's "End Of The World As We Know It."

Do You Speak Arabic?

Me neither. So, if you want to know what they're saying about the events of the day, MEMRI's got the translation: "Bridging The Language Gap Between The Middle East And The West."

The Legacy Of A Man Of Peace

This is one of the ways the great man is being honored. This is another.


I'm still trying to figure this out: dude's upset with the FBI, so he sets himself on fire? Anyway, if the story is true as stated and he's helped the war on terror with his intel, I just hope he gets the help he needs.

Cherry Picking

Has anyone heard of this, or knows if it works as advertised? (There is speculation on DrunkenBlog that is may just be a hoax, or a repackage of PearPC.)

For that matter, has anyone here ever managed to get Softmac up and running? (I haven't.)

Shout Outs To Condi

Ahem... What I meant to say was, my most sincere congratulations, Ms. Rice.

Monday, November 15, 2004


If the US had just allowed a little bit more time, the UN sanctions would have worked? Sure, they would, Senator Kerry. Sure they would.

Speaking French

Any joke I might make about this is way too obvious.

The H-Index

The number of magazines - other than the oh-so-ironic and oh-so-clever Harper's - that have an Index anything remotely oh-so-ironic and oh-so-clever: none.

Don't Be Fooled

One of these things is not like the other.

Bat Boy, The Musical

You cheered his escapades in Weekly World News. Now see Bat Boy, The Musical!

New iPod Photo.

This is cool. And I want one.

Sunday, November 14, 2004

All The Other DC's Are Just Imitating

All across the nation today, Leftists curse the good news about The Real Dick Cheney, then turn back to their NY Times Crossword Puzzles.

Who Knew?

Let's put the kibosh on this right now: practicing Kabbalah does not make Madonna Jewish, OK? (But a Yenta, maybe.)

Revolve Or Revolt?

Isn't this just wrong?

Saturday, November 13, 2004

Michael Moore, Again

Michael Moore - visionary, artist, icon, kleptomaniac - violates copyright laws and filches (lock, stock and barrel) an article from the Red Star Tribune on the trials of the brave Minnesota Peace Activists, all several of them.

Something Rotten In Denmark

These are the kinds of Euroweenies Kerry would have had us bow and scrape to:
Hundreds of demonstrators have taken to the streets of the Danish capital, Copenhagen, and two other major cities to protest against the US-led coalition's assault on the Iraqi city of Fallujah.

About 400 people took part in the capital in a torchlight parade to the US embassy, braving rain and freezing cold to chant "Fallujah united will never be defeated".

Me? I'll have a Mocha.

Forgetting Arafat

Over the next few days, as you marvel at LeftMedia's outpouring of grief in remembering the life and times of the Great Nobel Peace Prize winner, take a deep breath and read through this. And this.

Washington Post Best Blogs List

Get it here.

Liberal Larry

I hate to give him any publicity, but this post by the Liberal One is worth reading.


ZNet Blog is a fine example of why the left lost so big this presidential election: pompous and boring. At least Kos is wacky enough to be a little fun, once in a while. These pseudo-intellectual-somnambulists are about as interesting as watching paint dry. (I knew I was in for a snooze when I saw Professor Chomsky's name on the masthead.)

Chicken Soup For The Sold Out

No Flu Shots? We got Chicken Soup for you, instead.

Jihad Watch

Robert Spencer, runs Jihad Watch, keeping an eye on radical Islam, so you don't have to.


Victor Davis Hanson is one of my favorite writers working today. This is why.

Photo Caption

Wizbang has got the weekend photo caption contest thing going on. Contribute if you must, but show a little class, ok?

Friday, November 12, 2004

You Too

I'm a big fan, and I'm looking forward to the new U2 album, How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb. (It's not out for another 11 days, and it's already #1 on Amazon.com. Very cool.)


I've never really thought Brazilian Supermodel Gisele Bundchen to be that attractive in magazines, but she's on The Tonight Show - right now, as I write this - chatting with Jay Leno, and I gotta say, she's actually quite comely. But I actually think Gisele's twin sister Patricia is prettier than Gisele. (In fact, everyone in their whole family - including mom and dad - is quite winsome. Genetics.)

Almost Got It

Barbara Ehrenreich, writing in The Nation, that senescent flagship of the Old Left, comes oh-so-close to getting it right in her piece on the impact of religion on the election. But close isn't good enough. In The Faith Factor, she not only misses the forest for the trees, she trips over a log and falls flat on her face. But she was so close...


Just read it. You wouldn't believe it, if I told you.

He Died As He Lived

Arafat's death and funeral spawned chaos, while speculation as to what Arafat did with his billions runs high. He may or may not rest in peace, but I do not mourn.


They think that this map invalidates this one - but all it does is show where the population is most dense.


But tell us how you really feel.

They Report, They Decide

They'll tell you that if you're not outraged by this list of alleged election irregularities - or this one - you're not paying attention. They're right. I'm not. (But what's odd, the list doesn't include a single reference to union thuggery, violence, threats or intimidation against Republicans. Not one. Odd, I tell you.)


If they aren't funny, shouldn't comics be at least clever? It appears the answer is NO.

Thursday, November 11, 2004

From Iraq The Model

I found this on Iraq The Model, posted November 10th. It is an English language translation of an online Arabic letter to President Bush. It is a moving tribute, from a brave people, that John Kerry should be made to read aloud from the Senate floor:
In the name of God,

Sir, President George W Bush, President of the United States of America.

On behalf of the families of the victims of the mass graves, on behalf of the martyrs of “Halabja” and “Anfal” and on behalf of all the Iraqis that you liberated from dictatorship and oppression; we have prayed for you and now we want to send you our congratulations on being reelected as a president of the United States.

Mr. President, we’d love to congratulate you and the people of the United States on the beginning of a new phase of democracy, freedom and prosperity and we wish you and the American people the best, as they have led the liberation of Iraq and sacrificed their sons and daughters for the freedom of the Iraqis; the historical achievement that the United States has accomplished together with the other liberating countries.

The united States and the coalition, among all other nations were the ones who recognized the suffering of the Iraqi people and saved them from a regime that was more lethal and more destructive than any weapons of mass destruction. A regime that murdered, slaughtered and enslaved Iraqis for long, dark decades, denied them their freedom and their right to live a decent life until God inspired you and helped you to rescue us, liberate our country and put us on the road of freedom and democracy.

Mr. President, we-the Iraqis-are on your side and we’ll keep supporting and blessing your efforts in eradicating terrorism inside and outside Iraq and all those who carried weapons against the liberating coalition forces and the new Iraqi police, hunting down the criminals who murder innocent civilians, whether Iraqi or American civilians.

We-the Iraqis- are determined to establish democracy and freedom in our country starting with general elections that exclude no one whether inside or outside Iraq. These elections would lead us to a democratic Iraq and we wish that you could help focusing on the role of the Iraqis outside Iraq and make use of their qualifications in the reconstruction process.

We also want to emphasize the necessity of establishing an international legislation that incriminates the Ba’athists, terrorists, fanatic salafis and all the parties, and governments that support them, not forgetting the media that promote the ideology of killing and terrorism.

These parties ought to be confronted and fought to achieve peace and stability in Iraq, America and the rest of the world.

We’re also determined to establish a strategic, permanent relationship with our friends; the government and people of the United States to whom we hold the utmost feelings of gratitude, love and friendship for what they have given us and what they’re still offering.

We will be united on the road of freedom and peace and we will always be supportive to all the efforts of America in bringing peace to the region.

In the end, we ask God to guide you and bless all your efforts to do the best for humanity as a whole.

All the glory to the American and Iraqi martyrs
long live America. Long live Iraq, free and allied nations.

Your brothers in the “Iraqi Parliament” voice chat room and in “Sawt Al Iraq” website.

One word: wow!

A Thank You

To all the men and women in the United States Armed Forces, and those retired and departed: thank you for your service.

I Have That On Vinyl

Michele, of A Small Victory, has started a new blog, I Have That On Vinyl:
"...despite the title, this place won't be strictly about vinyl records; the name is intended to capture my propensity for revisiting the pop culture of my youth, and even yours."
So, being the pop culture junkie that I am, this kinda dovetails nicely with my daily Lileks fix. Cool.

BTW, Michele admits this post should have been on IHTOV instead of ASV, but it's still a great read.

Pretty Funny

The Onion may be staffed by left-wing kooks, but they are pretty funny left-wing kooks.

Maher Or Less

Now that's Palimonially Incorrect!

(But at least Bill's not one of those darn conservatives. It's one thing to be charged with abuse and breach-of-contract, but Madre Mia, you don't want to be accused of being a conservative, would you Bill?)


Shell Hydrogen opened its first gas-hydrogen station in Washington, D.C., today. Very cool. I say: No Blood For Hydrogen!


This is why I - and so many others - admire Peggy Noonan so.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

We're Not Sorry



...on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Bill Maher takes charge: part 1 and part 2.

I Just Wanna Know

Is he really dead? Or was that just the exit polls?

Gift Ideas

For the man who has everything but an alibi. Or if he's not the sneaking kind, you can get him a Dog Doo Calendar. Or a Stunning Ring. Or a rocket-powered wheelchair. Or a beer box hat. Or one of the sicko teddy bears from the Toxic Teddies collection. Go on, spulge!

Taking The Ramones Too Literally

Look, the victim said some stupid stuff, but enough to get beat with a baseball bat? They are the party... Eh, never mind.

I'm Not Dead Yet

No, not Arafat - Kucinich: "Uhmm, those votes, I, uh, I know they're here somewhere, gimme a minute, I'll find them. Sorry. Just another minute. Really. I'm looking."

Tuesday, November 09, 2004


How to quit drinking.


Tamara wants you to know she's really hot. She also wants to tell you all about Missionary Dating. Really. Or maybe she's just having a little fun. Yeah, that's it.

Oscar The Wilde Grouch

I think this is supposed to be ironic. It's not. And I think this is supposed to be clever. It's not.

No Sense Of Humor

Kos went on a rant today about this, but if he'd bothered to read the second paragraph in the original, or if he had any sense of humor or satire... well, he just wouldn't be Kos.

Moore Is Less

Aging slacker Michael Moore is oh-so-proud of himself for his part in motivating youthful slackers to vote this election. On the other hand, there are those who are convinced Moore's attention hurt the Democrats more than it helped. Me? I think we owe a debt of gratitude to Mr. Moore. With enemies like him, who needs friends?

BTW, Michael did say one sensible thing on his website this past week, in this post, reason #12 of his 17 Reasons Not to Slit Your Wrists [over the election results]:
"Admit it: We like the Bush twins and we don't want them to go away."

Who could have said it any better?

She's Rightwing AND She Sparkles

First she gets a nod from Glenn, and now she gets a nod from Blogizdat: Righwingsparkle hits the big-time!

My favorite line from her post of 11:17 AM, today:
Kerry was like your date on prom night. He promises he will love you tomorrow, but you know once he gets your...umm....vote, he will forget you by breakfast and never call. Lucky for us, most voters kept their prom dress on.

Lucky, indeed.

Good News From Iraq

Chrenkoff regularly pulls together all the good news from Iraq - part 14 out this week - that you never hear from the Alphabet Stations or in the New York Times.

Monday, November 08, 2004

Sorry Everybody

Well, now. There's something ironic about them saying how sorry they are. I don't suppose they'll mind if I agree. At least they aren't looting and breaking things.

Fallujah And Mass Graves

As operation Phantom Fury moves in to take Fallujah, the opposition left is bound to wring its hands and weep anew about American Imperialism and Illegal War. When they do, take the time to go through each of the 62 pages of photos of Iraqi Mass Graves to remind yourself why this is important, and why the left - as usual - is wrong.

Blogging Glossary

Like any other human endevour, the blogosphere has its own jargon. If you are a novice to this world, you may find the Blogging Glossary at Samizdata to be a useful way to get your bearings.


I was going to say something smart-alecky, but after deciding to turn over a new leaf, I'm going to let the other side speak for itself. (Oi, this isn't easy.)


Musing On:

This past weekend I allowed myself to get sucked into a vortex of online incivility - not on Blogger; elsewhere - regarding issues resulting from last week's presidential election. Things ended badly, with name-calling and hurt feelings, and it was all rather silly, actually. I maintain that I was more in the right than the other party, but that doesn't change the fact that I allowed myself, at least in some measure, to sink to their level.

With that said, and without going further into the above-mentioned incident, I was reminded that what we write online can have a very real impact on other people. It is perfectly ok to disagree, even strongly, with others over any number of issues, but things needn't involve rank name-calling and nastiness. Yet, all too often online, it does. We sit down in front of a computer and take on the world, full of piss and vinegar, writing things that we would never say to others in real life, seemingly oblivious to the fact that words can have consequences.

Anyway, while I will not refrain from poking a little fun, or speaking my mind when writing on any issue in this blog, from here on out I am going make an effort to write with a bit more of the civility that I find so lacking in this world of wires and blueteeth. In short, I'm going to try to be a bit more Medved, and a little less Savage.

Musing off.

Just Once, Before You Die

You must peruse the online display of the Massachusets-based Museum Of Bad Art. And don't forget the Columbus-based Ohio Bad Art Guild. Yeah, they're bad.

Sunday, November 07, 2004

I'm Not Making Fun

Really. I mean, this was somebody's kid. But what the hey?

The 21-year-old man, who had chained himself to the railway near the city of Nancy, lost a leg after he was crushed by the train and died despite receiving emergency treatment at the scene.

The authorities said the accident happened in the early afternoon in the town of Avricourt after a group of eight people gathered near the main Paris to Strasbourg line, on which the nuclear transport train was travelling.

"After coming out of a corner at reduced speed, the train was apparently confronted with the group, which moved out of the way with the exception of one person, who was hit," a police statement said.

"Despite the arrival of the emergency services at the scene, the young man died of his injuries," the statement said.

"It appears that the demonstrators had not put in place safety measures destined to warn the convoy of their presence,"

Heart trumps head, I guess. Geez.

Breaking News

New flash: not everyone is happy about Bush's re-election. Some refuse to even believe it. Get yer conspiracies here, and here, and here.

Of course, not everyone feels that way. Some even worship Dubyah, though they say it's just a little joke among friends.

Saturday, November 06, 2004

Small Comfort

Kos takes comfort where he can get it.

Cat House From Hell (Well, Wisconsin, Really)

Just read it. (I'm a cat guy, if you wish to know.)

And somewhere in Madison, staff members of the The Progressive are sitting around a table, hashing out how to tie this to Bush, Cheney, Ashcroft, Haliburton, and, oh yeah, even Barbara and Jenna. You see, Progressives are indignant about the election. They can't believe anyone could be so stupid as to have voted for That Man. Again. They are better and smarter than you. Really, they are. They will tell you so. And, since they're so smart, they'll figure out how to blame the Cat House on those Right-Wing Demon Spawn. You watch.

Paging Doctor Freud

Zombietimes's Hall Of Shame. Or as the Richard used to say on the long-defunct syndicated Richard Bey TV show: "Where do they find these people?"

Surreal World, Indeed

Leslie, of Living In The Surreal World, has the story and commentary - as does Charles, of Little Green Footballs: anarchists vandalized the North Carolina G.O.P. Headquarters last night. Sigh. And in the all the election hoopla, this story of a G.O.P. headquarters in California being vandalized last Sunday escaped my attention. Sigh, again.

For all you geeks and freaks: in spite of the threats, the violence, the cheating, the lawyers, the lies, the vandalism, Leslie is right. We won. You lost. Take a pill. Get over it. As for me, I'm savoring this, and there's nothing you can do to stop that.

BTW, in Leslie's post she linked to a page within a site that I think deserves your consideration: Death By Government. Look around, spend some time. It's a sobering place. (The site is sometimes slow. If it fails to load, check back.)

Friday, November 05, 2004

Yah Shure

Oops. Should have gotten that flu shot. (Frontpage is about three years late.)

Some Post Election Stuff

Actually, this isn't post-election, really, but it's fascinating to see how accurate the betting line was about predicting the outcome of the election, from Vodkapundit

Victor Davis Hanson wrote a stunning article in NRO, about the meaning of the re-election of George W. Bush.

Michelle, from A Small Victory, has one of the most clear-headed day-after blog posts I've read by the winning side, anywhere; brilliant, in fact.

Jim Treacher, on the other hand, writes drunken (bad) poetry when his side loses.

And last, for this post, is a photo essay, from Zombietime, chronicling a lefist protest march from November 3rd, with love-soaked shout-outs to the President. (Gotta warn you, there's some raw photos.)

Thursday, November 04, 2004

Conservative And Right

Great blog title, and a great blog. I just wish I'd thought of the name, first. Check it out.

Bluto Orders Take Out

Food Fight!

Two Prager Columns

I wish I'd discovered these two columns by Dennis Prager before the election, but better later that never: one & two.

The Elder Geek

If you need help with Windows XP - and who doesn't - check out The Elder Geek. (Actually, I only use XP at work. At home, it's strictly Macs.)

Admit It

You laughed at this. Yes, you did.

Remembering Arafat

With thanks - and apologies - to Bambi:

Thumper's Mother : Thumper!
Thumper : Yes, mama?
Thumper's Mother : What did your father tell you?
Thumper : [clears throat] If you can't say something nice... don't say nothing at all.

I Gotta Agree

Powerline's Hindrocket is spot on.

Savor This Moment

Peggy Noonan has a brilliant piece in Opinion Journal today, a shining example of why she was such a great speechwriter for the Gipper. Read the whole thing, but here's an excerpt:

Who was the biggest loser of the 2004 election? It is easy to say Mr. Kerry: he was a poor candidate with a poor campaign. But I do think the biggest loser was the mainstream media, the famous MSM, the initials that became popular in this election cycle. Every time the big networks and big broadsheet national newspapers tried to pull off a bit of pro-liberal mischief--CBS and the fabricated Bush National Guard documents, the New York Times and bombgate, CBS's "60 Minutes" attempting to coordinate the breaking of bombgate on the Sunday before the election--the yeomen of the blogosphere and AM radio and the Internet took them down. It was to me a great historical development in the history of politics in America. It was Agincourt. It was the yeomen of King Harry taking down the French aristocracy with new technology and rough guts. God bless the pajama-clad yeomen of America. Some day, when America is hit again, and lines go down, and media are hard to get, these bloggers and site runners and independent Internetters of all sorts will find a way to file, and get their word out, and it will be part of the saving of our country.

Last note. As much as anyone, the POW wives of Vietnam, who stood against the Democratic nominee for president and for the Republican, can claim credit for the Bush victory. Everyone with a computer in America, and a lot of people with TVs, saw their testimony about the 1970s, and their husbands, and John Kerry. You could not come away from their white-haired, soft-faced, big-eyeglasses visages without thinking: He should not be commander in chief.

Oh, another last note. Tuesday I heard three radio talkers who refused to believe it was over when the ludicrous, and who knows but possibly quite mischievous, exit polls virtually declared a Kerry landslide yesterday afternoon. They are Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity and Laura Ingraham. The last sent me an e-mail that dismissed the numbers as elitist nonsense and propaganda. She is one tough girl and they are two tough men. Savor them too

Bravo, Ms. Noonan.

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Forget Brooce!

The Demos missed this one. Instead of The Boss, they should have Rocked The Vote with these guys, and could have gotten the all-important singing-parrot-and-the-owners-who-love-them demographic sewn up.

What Bush Faced

What Bush faced--and beat.

This Is Bizarre

I know that it's irrelevant at this point to even draw attention to this stuff, but these are actually some rather creative kooks, as kooks go.

Too Good To Last

I knew Michael Mooore would be back. Look real close, and just think about it. Pathetic. Such a bitter little man hiding inside that corpulant husk. And speaking of bitter...

I Was Wrong. Cool.

Lo and behold, and much to my surprise: the Democrats waded out of the swamp today, dazed and confused, but with their forces relatively intact. John Kerry gave his concession speech at 2 pm today, which, much like his campaign, was both clumsy and articulate.

Although both Kerry and the Democrats were soundly repudiated by the results last night, they will live to fight another day. Doubtless the Demos will lick their wounds for a while and come back - sans John Kerry - to the next Congress, ready to obstruct the Republican agenda.

But that's not all bad.

I maintain that a relatively healthy - but chastised - Democratic Party will be good for a Republican majority; it should serve to keep us on our toes, and the sparring should keep us in fighting form.

But not all the leftist troops are taking the loss as saguinely as John Kerry appeared to be taking it.

The (Mar)Kos column in today's Guardian is true to character in its relentless whine. But that's to be expected; Kos is a petty and bitter man. But, like the true PR flack that he is, he's at least engaged in the process. I gotta give him props for that.

Michael Moore's website, on the other hand - at least as of this afternoon - hasn't been updated by anyone but fan emails in nearly 24 hours. There's still a link from yesterday urging, and I quote, 'Wisconsin & Minnesota Slackers - GET TO WORK!' Has Moore been cured of his diarrhea of the mouth? I doubt it. He's may well just be on a bender, or be in a strategy meeting, planning how to capitalize on Dubyuh's second term to sell a few more tickets to his shabby hack films. But the silence is kinda nice.

An aside: I gotta say, there was some kind of sweet irony here in the great state of MinneSoCold: As John Kerry stepped to the podium in Beantown to give his concession speech, the Minnesota Civil Defense sirens went off for their First-Wednesday-Of-Every-Month-At-One-PM test. So while Kerry was droning on, thanking his supporters for trying to Change America, we were treated to a tangible sign that - no matter what the lefties believe - Defense Matters.

Hugh Hewitt made mention that he will probably be calling for symposium submissions in the next few days on the contribution that the blogosphere may have made to the election. I'll try to write something coherent later, but after having given the matter only cursory thought, I maintain that the better blogs of the left and the right are highly influential, but only in the sense that the New York Times is, that is to say, in their own circles.

Yes, I read Kos, but more for a giggle than for information. And I suspect he'd say the same of any member of the Northern Alliance. I doubt that too many of us are convinced by reading a blog with which we disagree. In fact, I wonder if too many even read blogs with which we disagree. And, even if my blog's readership were to skyrocket, I suspect that I would not have changed too many votes.

Yet, hopefully, we're not all preaching just to our respective choirs. I've learned much from the blogosphere over the months, and the fracas over Rathergate shows unequivocally that the blogs have a solid place in the food chain.

One more thing: I listened to the beginning of Dennis Prager's conservative radio show today, something I don't often get to do. Unlike the posturing and pouting that I've seen and heard from the left, I was struck by the humble spirit Mr. Prager displayed as he commented on the huge Bush win last night. Obviously he was overjoyed, but it was a quiet and respectful kind of joy that I doubt many on the left would have been capable of expressing had their man won. He could barely hold back his tears.

If Wishes Were Horses

Pity poor Kos, reduced to mumbling his own paraphrase of this morning's speech by the former ambulance-chasing trial-lawyer. I'm worried that there could well be something seriously wrong in there.

Kerry Python And The Day After

Kerry: Have at you.
Dubyuh: You are indeed brave, sir knight, but the fight is mine.
Kerry: Oh, had enough eh?
Dubyuh: Look, you stupid b*stard. You've got no arms left.
Kerry: Yes I have.
Dubyuh: Look.
Kerry: Just a flesh wound.

Post Mortem Of A Once-Great Party

It's early Wednesday AM.

I just watched John Edwards (not Kerry, he's not willing to show his face) stride to a microphone and announce that the Kerry camp will "count every vote" and will make sure "every vote is counted." Translation: they are calling in the J.D.'s. They are prepared to go forward with trying to litigate Ohio, at the very least, and possibly Iowa, New Mexico and Nevada, as well. These people will not concede, and it appears that they are going to try to steal the election, once again, just like they tried in Florida in 2000.

But this is a radically different situation from 2000. That race was close, and Gore won the Popular vote. This is nothing like that. Bush has an insurmountable lead in Electoral College votes, and he leads massively in the Popular Vote, as well.

But they know they cannot win this. They aren't doing it to win. They are doing it to be belligerent, to show their constituents that they will 'fight,' and that they can drag the country and the president through the muck. They don't care about their country, they don't care about the office of the presidency, and they don't care about their own party's reputation. They have no shame.

If the Democrats follow through with this to the bitter end, as they did last time in Florida, it will be to their extreme detriment, and they will not recover. Mark my word, this will go down as the watershed moment at which the Democratic Party finally begins its long fade into irrelevancy. It is possible that Hillary! may yet be able to breathe some life back into its corpse in 2008, but to all appearances we are witnessing the death-throes of a once-great political party.

May it rest in peace.

Alaska Goes To Bush

Dubyuh's at 269 electoral votes, with Alaska just reporting. New Mexico has about 83% of the polls reporting, and Bush has got 52% of the vote at this point. That would give him another 5 votes, which gets him to 274 total: enough. But he'll need to win at least another state or two, in order to keep the Demos from trying to drag Ohio back into play with litigation. (Ah, yes. Sweet memories of Florida. These people really do have no shame. They are the party of...well, you know.)

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

I Had To Smile

My five year-old told me tonight that her kindergarten class had learned about voting today, and that they had held a mock presidential election. She told me she'd voted for Bush, but when I asked her why she had picked him, she said she had no idea, really, but that he just seemed nice. That's good enough for a five year-old, I think.

Good news: Ohio was just announced for Dubyuh. 266 electoral votes down, only 4 more to go. This might be an early night. Then again, there's always something. It seems there are alot of provisional ballots in Ohio that have to be counted, and the Kerry Campaign appears to think they might yet break for Kerry. So... They're gonna lawyer up. How predictable. Nah, ain't gonna work. They lose - sorely - and we win. I love the smell of victory in the morning! It just may not be a morning for another week or two.


I'm flipping between stations, watching election returns. (Good news, so far, by the way: Florida just went to Bush.) NBC is broadcasting from Democracy Plaza. Democracy Plaza? Seriously. Complete with a map of the states on the ice rink, being colored in, as states break for Bush or Kerry. That's some serious cheese.

I Voted

The lines were long, but not too much so, and the poll workers were polite and relatively efficient. It's impossible to know how the actual vote will turn out until after the voting and lawyering is all done; those who claim otherwise are liars or fools. But I had a good feeling about exercising the franchise today. It's gonna be ok.

Food For Thought

'Armed Liberal' re-posted this article at Winds Of Change yesterday. I'm not certain that I entirely agree, but I found it quite timely and thought-provoking.

Put The Lime In The Coconut

Kos forgets his medicine. Again.

Election Night Sites

Not the only good ones, but certainly some of the best:

Hugh Hewitt
Electoral Vote
New York Post
Mystery Pollster
Real Clear Politics
Captain's Quarters
The Command Post
Little Green Footballs

Monday, November 01, 2004

Party Down

Grover Norquist explains why a Bush victory means a sundown on the Democratic Party. On the other hand, I maintain that a win for the Party of Hate virtually guarantees extinction for their tribe, as well. Either way, the result is the same. Hey, it sounds pretty good to me.

Mon Dieu

I'd vote for Kerry in a New York Minute, if it would guarantee I'd never again have to hear from this pompous windbag. Or this one. On the other hand, nothing would peeve either untalented hack more than a Bush re-up, so I guess I'll spare Kerry the indignity of accepting my vote. And, oh yeah, I approved this message.

Osama Says: Vote Kerry-Edwards

Kerry-Booster Osama bin Hiding tells America How-To-Vote, and he promises serious Fines And Suspensions for each of the states that don't listen. I say, bring it on, Skerry Dude!

The Command Post

Michelle, from A Small Victory, modestly suggests following the Election Night results on her collaborative effort at The Command Post. Contributors from every state - a couple of hundred, in all - will be live-blogging events as they occur on the ground. Sounds like a plan I can go for.

F.O.P. Supports Bush

The 318,000-member Fraternal Order Of Police, the nation's largest Police Union, endorses Dubyuh for president. Apparently Kerry stated he doesn't cross picket lines, then crossed the F.O.P.'s - twice: flipped and flopped.

Fascinating - And Free To Read

Here's two online books by Charles 'Tex' Watson, formerly Charles Manson's right-hand man: Will You Die For Me? and a 200-Question Interview with Watson. Like I said, fascinating.

10 Reasons To Not Vote Bush

It's satire, people.