Monthly Archives: January 2010

Buy Israel

It’s easy to assume that Austin’s predominant leftist politics preclude things beyond their talking points. Not so when it comes to what the JCAA’s CEO Jay Rubin calls the “buycot” answer to anti-Israel boycotts, and calls for divestment and sanctions:

“Whole Foods has begun carrying delicious Jaffa clementines direct from Israel…  You can support Israel in Austin by buying a crate, encouraging your friends to buy crates and  thanking Whole Foods produce managers for carrying them.

“Of course, H-E-B is no slouch as far as Israeli food products are concerned. Our recent visitors from the Partnership with the Western Galilee were astounded by the selection of Israeli products available at the H-E-B Kosher Store.”

Whole Foods is too pricey and too far away for me, but the H-E-B with the Kosher Store is just a few blocks away. I’m there or in the vicinity about every day.

“Not true”

Justice Alito gets the headlines the day after Barry’s interminable SOTU speech for mouthing a silent “not true” as the president assaulted a Supreme Court decision he didn’t like, with the court sitting in front of him. His party cheered. They’re as dumb as he is. What a windbag. Three more years.

UPDATE:  The voters mouth their own “not true” to Barry’s alleged spending freeze. They’ve got his number. All talk and no action. And, he lies like a rug.

Bye, bye Moon

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Moon set over the Earth’s limb. An appropriate view for the news that Obamalot will cancel plans to return to Luna. We’re going to, uh, cure poverty first. Probably mostly among Barry’s cronies in Chicago. And oh, yeah, global warming. It’s hard to sympathize with NASA, however, the behemoth that wasn’t even planning on an airlock for its return ships.

Remember C. Everett Koop?

President Reagan’s onetime surgeon general is fighting the Democrat health care “reform” in a new ad:

“I’m 93 and thank God for every year. I’m here with 2 artificial joints, 2 pacemakers to keep my heart in rhythm, as well as a stent to keep my coronaries open. Seniors in this country can get the care I received, but in some places, like the United Kingdom, we would be considered too old and the cost to the state too high. It is vital that America’s seniors understand what Congress is doing. But Democrats are working on a health care bill — and keeping the discussion and specifics secret. We seniors are concerned about proposals that would reduce Medicare spending. The Administration promised transparent deliberation, which has not been forthcoming. America deserves better than this.”

Worth a look.

Graham Road Elementary

The recent to-do over Barry’s reliance on a teleprompter at an elementary school in Falls Church, VA, caught my eye. Not because of him or his prop but because of the school. I went there in 4th and 5th grades oh, so many years ago when my AF father was assigned to the Pentagon.

Fifth grade was fine. I even liked the teacher. But 4th was a little unusual. The teacher arranged the room so that she was sitting behind our rows of school desks. We figured it was to help her keep an eye on us, until several caught her drinking from a bottle she kept in one of the lower drawers.

Cauldron

I enjoyed this apparent finale to the Hutch Hutchins series of space operas Jack McDevitt began years ago with Engines of God. As usual, I don’t quite understand the put downs of a good number of the Amazon reviewers. The book may, indeed, have filched a Star Trek plot device. I wouldn’t know. I couldn’t remember all the ST shows if I tried. They’re too boring.

McDevitt repeats his themes, of course, but he is rarely boring and he certainly isn’t here. There was one glaring error which amazed me. In the first paragraph of the epilogue the Preston superluminal returns to Earth space. Two pages previous it was destroyed near the galactic core. Fortunately its lovable AI Phyllis was saved. Pitiful editing that. Nevertheless, it was a fun read and a good place to end the series. Hutch deserves her porch rocker even if she wouldn’t want the rest of the human race to lollygag on its porch without having first gone forth as boldly as she did.

Eagle Pass, 1944

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Advanced Trainer Texans lining up at the old Eagle Pass AAF during WW2.