Category Archives: Blogosphere

The healthcare fix that isn’t

You just knew Wormtongue and his hencethings would claim to have beaten the problems of healthcare dot gov by their Saturday deadline. Sure enough, they did. Claim it, that is.

Howsomeever. Five hundred million lines of code… A ten thousand page rulebook… Management by such as Slow Joe Biden…

“The ‘front end’ user experience may be improved, but the back end apparently still spews out garbled data to the insurers, rendering the whole process useless…Many key features and aspects of the site (actual payments to insurers; small business signups; etc.) have now been jettisoned as too problematic and complicated to repair in so short a time…”

No more than I predicted a month ago on a destroyed blog now far, far away.

Via PJTatler.

UPDATE: Indeed, “…insurers haven’t yet noticed a difference, according to a spokesman for industry lobbying group America’s Health Insurance Plans.”

Rule 5: Catherine Bell

With a little inspiration from Simple Jews.

The Searchers

This is one hell of a story, as Hollywood director John Ford is reputed to have said of Alan LeMay’s epic tale of two 19th century Texas plainsmen and their search for a young girl kidnapped by the Comanches who murdered her parents, and three siblings.

Years ago I read about the John Wayne movie Ford made of the novel but I never saw it or read the book. Now I’ve read the book, thanks to a tip from J.D. at Mouth of the Brazos, and I see what the fuss was all about. It’s a classic Western, beautifully told in southwestern dialect (“Far behind him, the others put the squeeze to their horses, and lifted into a hard run”), about Texas pioneers on unforgiving terrain under pitiless weather,  Indian raids in general and the bloodthirsty Comanches in particular.

No sentiment is wasted on the “spiritual” Indians of contemporary myth, but likewise no space is wasted condemning their systematic rape, torture and gruesome mutilation of their helpless captives. They were what they were and LeMay details that and the reader is as relieved as the protagonists when the Texas Rangers and the U.S. Cavalry finally run them all down.

I believe I’ll skip the movie, though. While the John Wayne character dies in the book and his younger sidekick resolves the story, the reverse happens in the flicker. The star must triumph. I’m sure it’s a dandy show but I prefer LeMay’s telling. Even great directors like Ford and great actors like Wayne seldom match the power of their written sources.

ObamaCare II: The nuke deal with Iran

The question is what happens after all this leads to Wormtongue winning his second Nobel Peace Prize? Which apparently was his aim all along, unless you buy the old he’s-a-closet-Muslim idea. In which case, why is he screwing the Saudis and other Sunnis?

It’s for sure his stated aim of slowing (if not stopping) Iran’s nuke building has no more truth to it than his promise that you would keep your insurance under Obamacare.

“According to the New York Times, about as pro-Obama a publication as you can get outside of a Chicago Democratic Party newsletter, the current agreement will retard the Iranian [build-a-nuke] program only about one month.

“One month? For this we give them oodles of desperately needed cash — seven billion on the face of it but some suggest that’s floating up to twenty….

“The Iranians came to the table because of sanctions. We are now lifting them… We are also ratifying the hellacious Islamic regime of the mullahs that oppresses women, murders homosexuals and imprisons and tortures all those who oppose it. Forget human rights. What are they? America (really Obama in this instance) just wants a deal.”

Hey, that Peace Prize is no small thing. It will look so nice up on the wall with the rest of Wormtongue’s presidential trophies. I wonder if his henchthing Lurch will get to share it? Won’t Teresa be proud?

Well, until old sourpuss Harry Reid spoils the fun: Wormtongue’s political party isn’t falling into step yet.

Rule 5: 1950s cheescake

This stuff still gives me a little tingle. You probably have to be a certain age. I doubt the young today would give it a second glance, even after learning that falling panties was a theme of this guy’s work. I reduced the height of the pix to make her a little porkier. She’s more up to date that way. Surely you’ve noticed the trend.

Via The Fat Guy.

Obama is my sheppard, I shall not work

Obama is my Shepherd; I shall not work.

He maketh me to lie down and watch Oprah:

He leadeth me beside the still factories.

He restoreth my bling:

He leadeth me in the paths of idleness for Barack’s name sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the sharing of the wealth, I will fear no workfare: For thou art funding me;

Thy lies and thy blade, they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of people who actually produce;

Thou annointest my teeth with gold;

My pipe runneth over.

Surely rebates and Earned Income Credits shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the House of the Obama forever.

Snort.

Via Mouth of the Brazos.

Rule 5: Barbarella

Hanoi Jane in her most famous “role,” though I suspect the breasts are as plastic as they look. I had to hunt for even this level of eroticism. I remembered that the movie was stupid. It was also tamer than I thought.