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Sunday, January 29, 2012

Do You People At The Roanoke Times Even Read ...

... the horse shit you write?

How the good people of the Star City who subscribe to the Roanoke Times must long for someone at the city's only major newspaper to some day hire smart people to populate its editorial board. (I don't subscribe so I don't lose out; I just laugh and click through to the funnies.)

This morning?  A two-star double-chuckle.


The Roanoke Times editorial page comes out (see "ICLEI alarmists get iced, for now") four-square in favor of Roanoke County's decision to continue shelling out $1,200 a year to some United Nations-backed organization (no, I'm not making that up; Roanoke County sees benefit in donating your hard-earned income to some far-removed bureaucracy in some faraway monastery) that goes by the acronym ICLEI (which stands for "The International Council for Local Environmental Initiatives").

Return On Investment aside (though it would be worth some reporter's asking about, ahem), why are the boys and girls on the Times editorial staff so orgasmic about the decision?

Because "a small, vocal and persistent group of 'Agenda 21' true-believers" opposed it.  And that's all the reason they need to laud the county's decision to pay for crap county supervisors could easily pick up for free off the internet.

The question remains: Is the 1,200 bucks worth it?

To the small minds at the Times, apparently, you betcha!   $1,200 to see those small, vocal, and persistent true-believers put in their place?  Priceless!

Here's my thinking: How about someone living in Roanoke County propose to those supervisors who thought it wise to flush $1,200 down the drain if they could pass an ordinance calling for that sum to be garnisheed from the wages of the members of the Roanoke Times editorial board to pay for their silly expenditure

Let's find out how enthusiastic they are then about ICLEI.

So Who Do I Support?

My son asked me that question last night.  "Who do you support for president?"

I sat in dumb silence.

I had no answer.

Because, at this point, I see my "support" falling on ... the last man standing.

Whoo.  Pee.

Hear me roar.

I'm going to go all-out for ... Whomever The Republican Party Decides Is Least Objectionable To That Independent Voter Out There Who Pays Scant Attention To Affairs Of State And Won't Pay Attention Until The End Of Our Republic Is Nigh And He/She Sees The End Possibly Preempting His/Her Daily TV Viewing.

Christ Almighty.

So who would I support?

Well, my mood and outlook make me lean toward Attila the Hun.  But I hear he's dead.  And I'm not sure he'd be willing to take the gig (putting the western world to the torch was one thing, tackling federal entitlements is a whole 'nuther matter) anyway.

Ditto Paul Ryan (sans the deceased part).

I guess, right now, I'm holding out hope that Alexis-Charles-Henri Clérel de Tocqueville comes back to life and knocks some sense into the heads of the collective American body politic.

Short of that?  I just don't know.

For what it's worth, columnist Mark Steyn and I are pretty much in the same place these days.  We just want to get in that escape pod and get beyond the Death Star before it implodes.

Or, as Steyn puts it
Newt, meanwhile, has committed himself to a lunar colony by the end of his second term, and, while pandering to an audience on Florida’s “Space Coast,” added that, as soon as there were 13,000 American settlers on the moon, they could apply for statehood. Ah, the old frontier spirit: I hear Laura Ingalls Wilder is already working on Little House in the Crater.

Maybe Newt’s on to something. Except for the statehood part. One day, when America gets the old foreclosure notice in the mail, wouldn’t it be nice to close up the entire joint, put the keys in an envelope, slide it under the door of the First National Bank of Shanghai, and jet off on Newt’s Starship Government-Sponsored Enterprise?

There are times for dreaming big dreams, and there are times to wake up. This country will not be going to the moon, any more than the British or French do. Because, in decline, the horizons shrivel. The only thing that’s going to be on the moon is the debt ceiling. Before we can make any more giant leaps for mankind, we have to make one small, dull, prosaic, earthbound step here at home — and stop. Stop the massive expansion of micro-regulatory government, and then reverse it. Obama has vowed to press on. If Romney and Gingrich can’t get serious about it, he’ll get his way.
As that famous American once said, "Beam me up, Scotty. This place is going up in flames."

Global Warmists Are Twisting Themselves in Knots

This, from an assistant professor in the Center for Science and Technology Policy Research at the University of Colorado at Boulder, writing in this morning's Washington Post, speaks volumes about the pickle global warming enthusiasts have created for themselves.  Not to mention the fact that it sounds the death knell for the movement that, a few short years ago, was held in such high regard by the scientific community.

From "A dangerous shift in Obama’s ‘climate change’ rhetoric":
When the president moves away from talking about climate change and talks more generally about energy, as he did in the State of the Union, calling for “an all-out, all-of-the-above strategy that develops every available source of American energy,” the impact is more than just political.

Calling climate change by another name creates limits of its own. The way we talk about the problem affects how we deal with it. And though some new wording may deflect political heat, it can’t alter the fact that, “climate change” or not, the climate is changing. 
The problem? This clown, not that long ago, would have written the same thing about the term "global warming." But it was his pals who abandoned that expression, in favor of the more nebulous "climate change," in order to better fit realities to the end-of-the-world predictions they had then been making to that point in time.  When the globe stopped warming - as it did in 1996 - they made the political decision to start calling the "problem" "climate change."  Now he's worried that the term may lose some of its meaning.

As it was surely to do, genius.

Earth to assistant professor in the Center for Science and Technology Policy Research at the University of Colorado at Boulder: When the science lives or dies by the rhetoric that proponents associate with it, you lose.

You lost.

Find gainful employment, why don't you?

YouTube Changes The World

How many of you remember this from the the last century?

Schoolhouse Rock.

Sadly, it was the only civics education that most of our youth of that era ever got, what with public schools being more concerned about self-esteem than about education.

Sadder still, Schoolhouse Rock died off in 1999.

Sadder still, our public schools are still ladling out self-esteem by the bucketloads, and still ignoring education.

But wait.

Where once Schoolhouse Rock filled a void, so YouTube does today.

Today's civics lesson from that remarkable venue: "Can the Government Make Entrepreneurs Do Useless Things For No Reason?":

Short answer: Only if We the People let it.

Here's to YouTube.  Let freedom ring.

They Made Us Proud

They are indeed our best and brightest.

To those who chose to risk everything for their country, this is for you:

St. Louis hosts big parade for Iraq War vets

Stand tall.

Every job is a self-portrait of the person who does it. Autograph your work with excellence. 
-- Ancient proverb -- 

In Iraq, you guys and gals were excellent.

You Democrats Own This

You decided to align yourselves with this bunch (and you know who you are).  So live with your decision:

Riot police fought running skirmishes with anti-Wall street protesters in Oakland on Saturday, firing tear gas and bean bag projectiles and arresting more than 200 people in clashes that injured three officers and at least one demonstrator.

You - and those to whom you provided support and encouragement - disgrace this country.

All's Fair In Politics. Unfortunately.

It's only fair that if I make mention of the size of Michelle Obama's butt that leftists can get away with things like this:

Maher Mocks Gingrich's Wife as a Martian

The difference?

I'm good-looking.  Bill Maher?

What's that saying about people in glass houses?

And She Didn't Make a Dime From It

At least hookers have something to show for it.

I've slept with 1,000 men so far - I don't care if people judge me!

I'm going to take a wild guess and suggest that those thousand guys remember as much about each encounter as she does.

Whatever humps your camel, sweetheart.