Monthly Archives: September 2007

No wind

Not enough to sail, that is, this morning on Lake Travis. So I about blistered my fingers trying to start the Suzuki outboard. Finally caught but would only race. Turned it down to idle and it quit, so I started it again and let it race until it finally would idle. Still trying to find on Google why little outboards do that. Finally gave up on sailing and came home, bringing the wood backing for the swing-keel winch home to glue the laminate where it is coming off back on. Never a dull moment with a boat. Will try to sail tomorrow.

Losing the war

Wretchard at the Belmont Club has long been eloquently describing how, and why, the political divide in this country is impeding the war on terrorism. On the latest debacle in Iraq, between Iran’s favorite son al Maliki, and the Blackwater security company (with cooperation from our State Department and the Dems in Congress), he shows why history is such a sad story. We get closer all the time to retreating and coming home to circle the wagons. Without closed borders, of course, to make the circle work. While continuing our profilgate energy ways to make the oil ticks rich, so they can support the terrorists.

The axis of evil

Remember? Iran, Iraq and North Korea. More on that secretive Israeli air strike/raid.

"Evidence that North Korean personnel were at the (Syrian) site is said to have been shared with President George W. Bush over the summer. A senior American source said the administration sought proof of nuclear-related activities before giving the attack its blessing."

One (Iraq) down and two to go. 

Bottom jobs

Not exactly the Seablogger’s "Wheel of Karma," but his mention of needing a bottom job for his cabin cruiser in order to sell it reminds me I need to get one for the family sloop just to keep using it. It’s been almost seven years. Too long, even for fresh-water Lake Travis. It sets my teeth on edge when I notice the way the grunge is creeping above the water line on the transom. I used to get the specialized sanding and paintwork done every four years, but that was before the price topped $1,000. Nowadays it’s also harder to find a place on the lake to do it, as environmental laws harrass those who try to provide the service. I think Easy Street marina might still offer them. I need to call and find out.

The pathetic Left

I thought you had to be smart to get into M.I.T. Apparently they let dumbasses in, too, as long as they’re women and politically correct.

A kernal of truth on a mountain of lies

An informed black view of Jena, LA, that you won’t get from the Reverends Al and Jesse and the other race hustlers who only show up when it’s too late for anything but shouting.

UPDATE: An outside prosecutor’s view. Unless you prefer the usual MSM distortions on racial issues. 

Black College Football

Given the obvious preponderance of black athletes in college and pro football, you’d think this history of a hundred years of traditionally-black college football teams by an old editor of mine, Michael Hurd, would sell better than it does at Amazon. But, then, Mike was never able to interest the Manhattan-based publishing industry in it, either–progressive as they like to claim to be. This is one history that deserves a bigger audience. I enjoyed reading it, so I’m adding it to the Library.