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Sunday, February 20, 2011

Oh, No. The Tide Has Turned.

The redeemer has arrived on scene to save the day for Wisconsin's public employee unions.

See "Madison protests joined by…Jesse Jackson?".

With apologies to Thomas Buchanan Read:

Up from the guv'nor, at break of day,
Bringing to Washington fresh dismay,
The affrighted air with a shudder bore,
Like a herald in haste to the chieftain's door,
The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar,
Telling the battle was on once more,
And Jackson a thousand miles away.

And wider still those billows of war
Thundered along the horizon's bar;
And louder yet into Washington rolled
The roar of that red sea uncontrolled,
Making the blood of the listener cold,
As he thought of the stake in that fiery fray,
With Jackson a thousand miles away.

But there is a road from D.C. town,
A good, broad highway leading down:
And there, through the flush of the morning light,
A steed as black as the steeds of night
Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight;
As if he knew the terrible need,
He stretched away with his utmost speed.
Hills rose and fell, but his heart was gay,
With Jackson five hundred miles away.

Still sprang from those swift hoofs, thundering west,
The dust like smoke from the cannon's blast,
Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster,
Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster.
The heart of the steed and the heart of the master
Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls,
Impatient to be where the battle-field calls;
Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play,
With Jackson only ten miles away.

Under his spurning feet, the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind;
And the steed, like a barque fed with furnace ire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire;
But, lo! he is nearing his heart's desire;
He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray,
With Jackson only five miles away.

The first that the activist saw were the groups
Of stragglers, and then the retreating troops;
What was to be done? what to do?--a glance told him both.
Then striking his spurs with a terrible oath,
He dashed down the line, 'mid a storm of hurrahs,
And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because
The sight of the master compelled it to pause.
With foam and with dust the black charger was gray;
By the flash of his eye, and his red nostril's play,
He seemed to the whole great union to say:
"I have brought you Jackson all the way
From Washington to save the day."

Hurrah! hurrah for Jackson!
Hurrah! hurrah for horse and man!
And when their statues are placed on high
Under the dome of the Madison sky,
The statists' glorious Temple of Fame,
There, with the glorious activist's name,
Be it said, in letters both bold and bright:
"Here is the steed that saved the day
By carrying Jackson into the fight,
From Washington--a thousand miles away!"

Jesse Jackson is on site.  All will be well.

* Sincere apologies for the use of the words "gay," "man," and "master" in the construction of this ode to old, irrelevant has-been civil rights activists.  The original author of "Sheridan's Ride" was obviously a racist, sexist, homophobe.

Quote of the Day

From a man who routinely floats in and out of reality.

New York Times columnist Frank Rich:
Obama’s outspokenness about the labor battle in Wisconsin offers a glimmer of hope that he might lead the fight for what many Americans, not just Democrats, care about — from job creation to an energy plan to an attack on the deficit that brackets the high-end Bush-era tax cuts with serious Medicare/Medicaid reform and further strengthening of the health care law. 
Here's to Mr. Rich!  Americans do indeed want Obama to stop jacking us around and focus on creating jobs, finding new sources of energy to drive the price of gas down, fixing the collapsing health care system, and eliminating the annual deficit!

Stop playing games, Barry, and focus on the Peoples' interests!

What's that?  Oh, right.  I should mention, Rich's article concerns the GOP's avoidance of an agenda going forward.

That's right.   The GOP is avoiding ...

When you figure it out, let me know.

I Hate To See This

I had dreams of retiring some day and getting a job (isn't that what "retirement" is all about?) with this bunch.  Alas:

After rumblings in the news for some time, Borders made it official: The bookstore is bankrupt. Wednesday morning the megastore filed for Chapter 11 ...

So sad.

Borders. My favorite vacation destination. Launching bankruptcy proceedings.

I hope those who called the shots there pay dearly for the decisions they made.  My retirement plans are now in ruins.

I Get a Kick Out Of Climate Worshippers

This dude, I'll bet, thinks of himself as being really, really smart.  And liberal.  The combination necessarily making the rest of us stupid.

See "House votes 244-179 to kill U.S. funding of IPCC."

In it the author seems ticked about the fact that the U.N. Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change - now discredited to the point of being a punchline in a stand-up comedy routine - won't be getting manna from heaven the American taxpayer any longer.

But it's the oleaginous condescension that attracts my attention.   A quote:
To give you the flavor of how the know-nothings are in the saddle, here’s the debate on the amendment to de-fund the IPCC (my unofficial transcript).

The amendment was sponsored by second-term Rep. Blaine Luetkemeyer (R-Missouri), who obviously knows nothing about climate science or the IPCC, and I expect could care less. His talking points were clearly provided by some denial machine operative and Mr. Leutkemeyer simply followed the script. [emphasis mine]
That's followed by this:
Speaking in opposition to the amendment, not surprisingly, was Rep. Henry Waxman (D-California), who actually does know something about the issue. This is the position now officially rejected by the House of Representatives ... [again, emphasis mine]
So you know, Rep. Blaine Luetkemeyer's statement comes across as being quite cogent.  And it's backed up with facts.  And sourcing.  But he still "knows nothing."  Because someone else "clearly" put words in his mouth.

And Waxman?  Well, he's a genius (and "actually does know something ...").  How do we know this?  Because only stupid people believe there is any doubt that the climate is ... doing something ... but they're no longer sure what.

It's a fascinating mindset.  An embarrassingly immature mindset.  You disagree with me?  Then you're stupid.

That's his argument.  And he's sticking to it.

How Not To Choose a Copy Editor

I'll bet someone at the Washington Post got paid to proofread this headline:

How not to choose a executive

Oh. My.

Jeremiah Wright's Sermons Pay Off

I know Obama said he sat in the pews for 20 years but never heard a sermon that America's most famous anti-Semite delivered (that would be 1,040 sermons to those who don't have a math mind).  But it seems increasingly likely that Jeremiah Wright's seething invective did have its effect.

It's manifestation?

In our foreign policy:

Jennifer Rubin:
Sure, the U.N. once again has proven itself to be a hot-bed of anti-Israel rhetoric. But let's be clear what really happened this week. The U.S. representative, while reluctantly casting a veto, joined the pack of jackals that seek to make Israel the culprit for all that ills the Middle East. Shouldn't THAT be the headline?
It's "them Jews" that are causing all the problems in the Middle East.

If only they had all gone to the ovens in '44 like they were supposed to, the world would be such a happier place now.

If I were an Israeli, I'd be keeping my TAR-21 locked and loaded.