Category Archives: Blogosphere

Bye, bye Jane

Jane is the name of our Tom Tom automobile navigation system. She speaks in a refined British accent, which is always amusing, especially when she mentions roundabouts, which we don’t have in Texas. We’ll miss her.

The Obama bureaucracy wants to cripple Tom Tom and similar devices. The Janes and their dynamic screens are too distracting for drivers, they say, etc., etc.

The Nanny State. Ever in search of private jobs to destroy and conveniences to eliminate. To justify the jobs of the overpaid, very-hard-to-fire bureaucrats, you see.

Via Instapundit.

The president’s “son”

Well, the using marijuana part fits, though peddling it may not. Being late to class all the time? Who knows?

But I don’t know about the wife-beater tee-shirt, the gold-capped teeth, or the Twitter nom de plume of  NO_LIMIT_NIGGA.

This is obviously not the cute little boy pix the liberal media has been showing us for days now. Nor is Trayvon’s recent behavior so laudable. So I suppose we can assume the Obamalot staff was also taken in by the media’s fraud.

How ’bout we assume he’s innocent until proven guilty

Whoa, now there’s a concept. Not that Army Staff Sergeant Robert Bales is getting access to it, at least not in the biased news media, or from our frequently-lying Muslim “ally” Hamid Karzai, the president of Afcrapistan.

I am impressed that Obozo is not piling on. Although it’s probably because he knows he’s about two ticks away from being blamed for the mass murder Bales allegedly committed, as Bush Jr. certainly would have been blamed by now by the same media and pundits who always rush to judgement. Especially if it’s about a soldier. And frequently get it wrong.

Where’s the benefit of the doubt they always give to the alleged Muslim murderers, like the clown who was convicted of will finally be tried in June for shooting up Fort Hood in 2009 in front of many witnesses? Oh, excuse me, Bales is a white guy.

As a former retired prosecutor friend puts it: “…until…all the facts come out (if they ever do) in the wash, I’m going to reserve my personal judgment as to whether this was a ‘coldly plotted execution of children and unarmed civilians,’ a good person having suddenly gone off the deep end as his brain short-circuited, or something in between.

“My experience has taught me that the third alternative is usually the most likely.”

At least we’ll have the judgement of a court, as provided by the Constitution and military law, rather than “progressive” bloggers, the editorial page and the talking-head circus.

UPDATE:  Some of Bales’ active-duty military colleagues also are calling for wait-and-see.

Space Porno

Riding one of the (now defunct) space shuttle’s Solid Rocket Boosters to 41 miles high and back again to splash down in the Atlantic. Even the audio is orgasmic.

Via Instapundit.

Respect

Too many people aren’t bright enough to respect the machines that have made all our lives infinitely easier, not to mention eliminating the horse- and mule shite that used to clutter the roads. So, even though this snap is intended as a gentle joke, it has more than a bit of good sense to it.

Via Simply Jews.

Tornado memories

As a recovering journalist, my memories of the job come and go, some quite indistinct—like this tornado recollection I left at JD Allen’s place not long ago:

“I ‘chased’ one in the Panhandle one time so the photographer I was working with could get a decent shot of it. He was driving. We were about a mile from the thing and it was very big and very black and moving very fast on the ground. I was very tempted to bail out, but he was driving too fast. Fortunately he took his shot and [we] got the hell out of the way.”

It’s so flat up there, just miles and miles, as someone has said, of miles and miles. But my favorite spot still is Happy, the town without a frown. One grain elevator, though. And a cookbook.

The Navy’s ultimate suckup

I have relatives who won’t like me saying this. But when it’s true, it’s true. Naming capital ships after living politicians is the ultimate suckup. Case in point: The USS George H.W. Bush. This is pathetic ass-kissing, whatever the stated reason.

Via Instapundit.