Category Archives: Blogosphere

Wildflowers in South Texas

“My flower garden ain’t much to look at huh? Under the drip from the fresh water fill on the NO Princess Palace gives it just that teeeny edge necessary to survive in this harsh environment.   I got an irritating habit of forgetting the water is on when I fill the tank and many times there is some blow by.   The wildflowers herald the start of Spring down here in South Texas and today was the first day to swap over to the summer uniform.”

Meaning shorts, vented shirt and closed-toe sandals. I’m surprised we’re actually ahead on the wildflowers and me on the shorts. Might want to try a vented shirt once the heavenly broiler gets turned up, but that’s a few months away yet.

Via Andy at MyOldRV

When government works and when it doesn’t

Our Little Barry Hussein came to town Friday, further jamming Austin’s always awful traffic, and not incidentally contributing to the carbon footprint he claims to care so much about reversing. He extolled the role of government, a curious tic of his these past seven years, as if government needed a boost to cover up its failures.

But the main thing he could find to praise was the weather bureau and its weathersats, at once the oldest and the newest of the bureaucracy’s ministries. He also lied (quell surprise!) about Obamacare’s success (not) and further pretended that it was his doing (“I passed this law”) as if he was the executive and the legislative branches rolled into one.

One thing he neglected to mention, let alone praise, however, was the federal continuation of the failed low-fat, high carb diet advice whose reliance on starch and sugar over the past half century has “presided over the greatest explosion in Type II diabetes in the history of the human species.” Next time you feel the roll of fat around your middle, and under your armpits, you’ll know who to blame besides yourself for being stupid enough to believe what the feds tell you.

Glorious March rain

Soaking, not flooding, at least not at the rancho. Via Bob Rose at LCRA:

“Additional waves of rain showers and thunderstorms will likely continue moving from south to north across the region tonight, Thursday and Friday.  Our weather pattern is being influenced by a strong trough of low pressure centered over northern Mexico.  Waves of low pressure circulating around the large low are flowing north into Texas, producing periods of rain showers and isolated thunderstorms.”

Only problem is the pool is filling to the brim. Gonna have to empty some of it tomorrow morning or afternoon. Once a pool fool, always… The bluebonnets, which are already appearing on area highways, are going to be glorious this year.

The Expanse

On a good tip from JD, I bought the first nine-episode season of a new SyFy channel series called The Expanse, an adaptation of a cool series of books by two Arizona guys who go by one author  name, James S.A. Corey.

Hard to understand the dialogue in the first 45-minute episode. Have to figure how to get the closed captions up on the screen, but I know the basic story and the hardware and graphics are cool. The books were a lot of fun. The sixth one, Babylon’s Ashes, is due out in August.

The tv product looks good so far. Is this the next big thing? The first cool scifi-in-space-series in a while? Space ships! Space Stations! People in space! Thanks, JD.

Our coming political earthquake

It took ’em almost eight long years of our Little Barry Hussein and his lying ways, but even the onetime Democrat believers have had enough of the sorry economy outside of Texas. And the Republicans? Hey, even the evangelicals of South Carolina voted for Trump over Our Ted.

“…most analysts were shocked that Trump won a majority of evangelical voters over Ted Cruz. They didn’t understand (some still don’t) that these are the same voters who supported Mike Huckabee in 2008 and Rick Santorum in 2012, and they’re tired of losing. These voters hear Trump shouting about strength and winning — and they run toward the light for the win, ignoring the consequences.

“…That means two wealthy New Yorkers [if you can call the Hildabeast a real New Yorker], neither particularly well liked in their parties, will conduct ruthless, calculated campaigns aimed at each other’s personal destruction in the hope that the electorate will find both so repulsive that they refuse to vote and only the candidates’ hardcore bases will show up.”

That sounds about right. Except that with Trump we might get a reinvigorated economy. Con man or not he knows how money is made. Stolen, too, but also made. The Hildabeast and Slick Willie, who never earned a dime in their lives, will be too busy stealing White House furnishings to give it a try.

Via Instapundit.

How Marco will win the nomination

The GOPe hates Trump and, for that matter our Ted, so all they have left after the Thumper took SC is Marco the Rubio. Even if he did only come in second in a tie with Ted. I like Ted and Marco better than Trump, but how can the GOP establishment ignore the most popular fellow?

Easy. Now that the GOPe’s fav, Little Jebbie, has dropped out, Marco has got to be their man. How will they engineer it so he wins the nomination? Watch. After these dog-and-pony shows to make everyone think this process is truly democratic, the e will start controlling the caucus votes. Getting what they want.

Look for Marco to suddenly come from behind, going away. Shockeroo.

UPDATE: OTOH..”But on Tuesday night, the real-estate mogul broke 40 percent, winning his third nominating contest in a row and trouncing his two most serious competitors by almost 20 points. Instead of further clarifying who would be best able to take on Trump, the Nevada caucus raised doubts as to whether anyone could take him on at all.”

The Clinton penchant for lying

Sure, all pols lie. They’re notorious for it. But the Clintons, i.e. Slick Willie and his cuckolded harridan, the uterus running for president, do it all the time. Probably even in their sleep. Apart, of course, in separate bedrooms, if not separate addresses.

“As R. Emmet Tyrell Jr., an almost unhealthy student of Clintonian prevarication, once said, ‘The Clintons lie when they do not have to lie, and they tell a gaudy whopper when a little white lie would be perfectly satisfactory.'”

But while Slick Willie is a master of lies, the cuckold-harridan-uterus (known hereabouts as the Hildabeast) is terrible at it. Not that she doesn’t try. She’s just so obvious when she’s doing it, and she gets caught at it so often.

Latest example, in New Hampshire: “We now have more jobs in solar than we do in oil.” Heh.

Via Jonah Goldberg at NRO.

UPDATE:  Not that the blacks, Hispanics and labor union folks in Nevada care. They voted her past Bernie on Saturday. She and Slick can lie like rugs and they still love ’em.