Monthly Archives: December 2013

I don’t know, he amuses me

Mark Steyn seems to be rather hated in Detroit these days. His remarks on Rush Limbaugh’s radio show have cut too close to the bone, apparently.

“This is an American city at the dawn of the 21st century, and one in two of its citizens are illiterate. That’s about the same rate as the Ivory Coast, or the Central African Republic, under its aforementioned cannibal emperor. Whereas in the Seventies and Eighties Detroit was ruled by a Democrat mayor, a bureaucracy-for-life, and an ever more featherbedded union army, all of whom cannibalized the city.”

His many responding emailents (is that a word? it is now) proved to be at least half-literate, though they seem to know four-letter words best. A few got up to two syllables with arse-hole. Not really arse, of course, but we try to be nice around here. Why, I don’t really know, given the state of the culture. Just habit, I suppose.

Nuclear snark

“The bad news is that North Korea can hit the U.S. with nukes. The good news is that they can only hit San Francisco and Seattle.”

My updated version: “The bad news is that, thanks to Wormtongue, the Iranians will soon be able to hit the U.S. with nukes. The good news is that they can only hit D.C. and Boston.”

Via Premier Betty at the People’s Cube, with my own addition.

Rule 5: Alexandria Lainez

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My kind of gal, especially because she won a lawsuit to stop UNF from banning guns on campus. Which all but a halfwit progressive would know is only an invitation to violence. “Quick: Look Over Here, Thousands of Potential Victims.”

Note Alexandria’s pink holster. I hope she’s responsible enough to practice at a range and to be mentally ready, as all who carry should be.

UPDATE: A good guy with a gun stopped that Colorado high school shooting.

Scientific retractions, sometimes even fraud

Scientists, particularly climate scientists on the global warming, uh, scratch that, climate change, bandwagon, like to smugly point out that their brilliant conclusions are peer-reviewed. Which is supposed to make their critics drop to their knees in awe, shut up and crawl away.

Luckily, there’s Retraction Watch, a blog by two US science writers that’s pulling back the curtain on “peer-review,” by demonstrating again and again that even the most prestigious scientific journals screw up repeatedly, missing honest mistakes and even plain old fraud.

When some of these journals do discover fraud (often from their scientist readers rather than their scientist reviewers), in the form of, say, plagiarism, they do verbal acrobatics to avoid calling it what it is.

When some scientists with multiple retractions recently tried to censor the blog, its software provider WordPress, filed two lawsuits for them seeking damages. Way to go, WordPress!

They could retire some of the generals

Acting secretary of the Air Force Eric K. Fanning says the zoomies will be forcing some 25,000 enlisted airmen into early retirement in the next few years. Downsizing the force could also eliminate 550 aircraft from the hangers and runways.

I realize that remotely-piloted drones are taking over some of the missions previously flown by manned aircraft, and so downsizing makes a certain sense, even if it’s most likely only the Democrats shoring up their growing welfare spending by cutting back on the military they hate so much.

But how about cutting back on some of the senior officers, especially the generals, whose salaries eat up a lot more of the personnel budget than the enlisted do. But, then, it’s always the little people who bear the burden, isn’t it?

Via Michael Yon.

Don’t pack, Mack, OK?

Who cares what the daily’s sports columnist Kirk Bohls (good as he is) thinks you should do? He never liked you, anyhow, dubbing you “the clapper” for your usual sideline way of cheering. And the fans? Shoot, they’re never happy for long.

You’ve built the Longhorns from a pretty-good regional player into an internationally-recognizable franchise. So what if you’ve had a few ho-hum seasons lately? Considering all the injuries this year, and Case’s naturally-erratic quarterbacking, what else could you do but hang on to the whirly-gig? You couldn’t play the game for them. Getting to 8-4 was pretty good under the circumstances.

Yes, we’re all sorry you didn’t recruit Johnny Football (who wanted to be a Longhorn) or Jameis (where do black mothers come up with these stupid names?) Winston (who also wanted to wear Burnt Orange), but how could you know they’d be great and you’d be stuck with a concussion case? Or that Swoopes’s passing ability would choke in the college game?

Most of the teams you did recruit finished in the top 15 rankings of the Associated Press college poll for 10 consecutive years until 2009. You can get back there again.

The funniest thing I read all week in the daily’s plethora of will-he-won’t-he (with the clear implication that they want you to) resign stories was columnist Cedric Golden’s remark that colleges across the country are watching this coaching drama at one of the world’s richest universities. And? They’re raising their coach’s salaries and extending their contracts as fast as they can. Cause UT could buy ’em all. At the same time. In large part, thanks to you, Mack.

So don’t pack. I, for one, want you to stick around and keep plugging away. Keep clapping. You’ll get to the title game again, for the third time, and, maybe, win it again. Like the first time. OK?

UPDATE: Mack resigned on Saturday. What a shame. Good luck, Mack!

Big snow in J-lem

Watched the snow pelting down in Jerusalem last night on the Kotel Cam, so wasn’t surprised today to read in the Jerusalem Post that the holy city is getting smothered in up to 20 inches, its biggest snow storm in fifty years.

Even the usually-reliable Kotel Cam is down today, presumably a wiring problem a technician can’t get there to fix. Or the power is out. My Israeli blog pal Mr. Goon says the snow hasn’t made it to his town, which isn’t that far away as the Hoopoe flies. It has been cold enough (41 degrees, he said) and rainy for his wife to insist that he fire up the oil heater.

Our arctic snap in Austin is easing, with daytime temps in the 50s and a promised gradual “warming” into the low 60s by late next week when forecasters are betting that another arctic blast is likely, this time even colder. So no joy.