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Happy 2013

To all Texas Scribbler readers: May your new year be the best ever!

‘Only a clod would say the clot is a plot’

On the other hand, Clinton’s latest medical excuse for not testifying on the Benghazi murders is curiously unexplained. Their Democrat loyalty often blinds the Old Media, but not even a high school journalist would accept unchallenged a spokesman’s refusal to elaborate on something like this.

Via Althouse.

UPDATE:  Someone badgered them, because they finally released the info and it does sound serious even though they expect a full recovery.

More Arab Insults

Bernie is at it again.

And (drumroll) my personal favorite.

Q: Why don’t Arabs take their wives to soccer games?
A: Because they jump the fence and eat the grass!

DiFi’s impossible dream

Democrat Sen. Dianne Feinstein of San Francisco has developed a comprensive gun control law that, among other things, requires everyone with a gun to register it with the government, apparently via their local police, and (oh my) be fingerprinted at the same time.

John Hindraker at PowerLine thinks, reasonably, that her little law has no chance to pass the Senate (too many Democrat senators in Red States would be risking having to find a real job) and if it did, it would never pass the House, where there are too many conservative Republicans.

Moreover, there’s the not inconsiderable problem of getting gun owners to own up to how many guns they own and turn up to register them. Heh. Small chance of that, I say, even if the local police had the money or the manpower to carry it off, especially in gun-happy Texas.

Even those gun owners who might be willing to voluntarily comply (very few would be my guess) would have to think twice after the recent New York newspaper’s privacy-invading stunt of publishing the names, addresses and phone number of all owners of registered guns in their circulation area.

Thus DiFi’s impossible dream really is nothing much to worry about.

UPDATE:  Obozo stakes claim as Best Gun Salesman in history when he kinda, sorta claimed he intends to push DiFi’s dream through Congress despite some anticipated “resistance.”

As Instapundit deadpans: “You don’t know the half of it, Barry.”

MORE:  A for-example on what the wannabee gun controllers face is what happened to the newspaper that invaded the privacy of gun owners: they got so many perceived threats they’ve hired armed guards for their office building. Heh.

The real man of the year

TIME’s editors really put Barry on the cover, courtiers to the end of their New York rag’s life, and it can’t come too soon. But the real Man of The Year was the unemployed American male, the one TIME and all its Democrat media cronies have so diligently avoided since they first dragged the Tan Man across the finish line in 2008.

“The poverty rate now approaches 50 million people and comprises 16 percent of the population. This is the highest these numbers have been since the 1960s. ” And we can expect them to go higher still before 2016.

If a Republican was in the White House, you can bet the Unemployed Man would be on the ever-thinning rag’s cover. Except that, well, Republicans being more interested in great economic times than in welfare and food stamps, there probably wouldn’t be an unemployment story of this magnitude.

But they aren’t and there is and the least the hacks could do is report it with the seriousness it deserves.

Via Sultan Knish.

My new fiddle

I’m almost a month into playing my new (and first) fiddle, a $1,500 Owens & Parkley Chinese-made 4/4 dubbed by its maker Cantus Dubois, which I have freely translated from the Latin and French as “singing wood.”

My teacher was somewhat bemused by the fact that Singing Wood is Chinese, having an old prejudice against such as being more like VSOs (Violin Shaped Objects) than worthy instruments. But I’m not worried because I bought it from a reputable violin shop and he also praised its volume and warmth in the upper register, which he said was unusual.

The volume has diminished somewhat as SW is no longer new, which is normal, and it is settling in to realizing (I say mystically of this most mystical of musical instruments) that it is no longer part of a tree, a spruce-maple-boxwood-ebony combination. I only wish I was a better player to be worthy of its warm upper register which continues. But I’ll get there.

Five months ago I decided to abandon the Suzuki One book after getting hung up on trying to learn its first Bach minuet. I decided to be a Celtic/Old Time/Bluegrass/Irish/Klezmer/Country fiddler instead and was recently rewarded when my teacher (who plays such himself) pronounced me having arrived by finally “getting” the all-important rhythms involved.

He even gave me the names and addresses of two local fiddle “jams” for beginners. I’m not quite ready for them, though, as I have only one or two pieces memorized and they generally require twenty or more. Bringing sheet music to a jam, even a beginners one, is considered rude.

Besides, I’m still enjoying doing this for myself, or as Aaron Smith put it so succinctly at Violinist dot com, for the sake of the music itself:

“I will practice. I will improve. I will play for the sake of the music again this week–even if it is for God’s ears alone. It is a gift to be able to play. It is a gift to play on despite the effort and focus required. The wood will sing this new year with its sweetest song yet.”

Indeed it will, and that, for me, as for Mr. Smith, is more than enough. And, I should add, I will very happily go on practicing and playing in the blessed absence of the wolf tone (C natural on the A string in first position) that I struggled with on my $500 student rental. I don’t miss it.

The guns they got for Christmas

What do you think? Assault weapons, of course. And, guess what, they’re not all men, either.

Barry & The Dems. Not a rock band. A gun sales extravaganza!

Via Instapundit.