Category Archives: Obituaries

The stupid party

Turns out it’s not the Republicans. Not when the subject is Benghazi terrorism.

“Think of that. They can’t give answers when the story’s fresh because it just happened, they’re looking into it. Eight months later they don’t have anything to say because it all happened so long ago.”

The titular heads of the Democrat Party left an ambassador and three other Americans to die rather than contradict themselves by trying to save them. They didn’t even try. And as a Vietnamese character says in my novel The Butterfly Rose: “the roof leaks from the top on down.”

Humor, more or less

Funnyman Jonathan Winters, who breathed his last not long ago at age 87, had a well-known strange sense of humor. None more so than in this mordant one of his several paintings.

Via Phase Line Birnam Wood, who has an exceptionally good Winters obit.

Kerry, ugh

The lying scumbag, who slandered every soldier in Vietnam to Congress in 1972 to make his political bones, gets SecState.

As Ed Drsicoll says:

“If true, as I wrote the other day, the sixties are now complete: A president supported by an ex-Weatherman and the New Black Panthers might as well have a Winter Soldier in his cabinet for the complete Radical Chic Meets Geritol experience. If only Leonard Bernstein was still around to savor the moment.”

Conservatives brought these nitwits down once. They can do it again.

Via Instapundit.

UPDATE:  It’s official. “Lurch” is the new SecState. It’s one of the least respectable positions in D.C., and that’s saying a lot. Seems to magnetically attract well-known liars like Hilary Clinton, whose various illnesses have kept her from testifying on how she lost an ambassador.

I wonder if Lurch will now produce his magic hat? The one the SF allegedly gave him on his fantasy foray into Cambodia all those years ago. How many ambassadors will Lurch lose? Wait and see.

Our toxic society

Hard to imagine, someone murdering an entire kindergarten class. All those five-year-olds gunned down by a nut job. Insane. No wonder Barry teared up. I’ve been doing some of that myself.

Now for the usual old media blather about gun control, as if disarming the folks who didn’t do this would make a difference. Or banning violent video games and the violent movies produced by lefty Hollywood. Ours truly is a toxic culture and it’s only getting more so. Where would you begin?

Meanwhile, of course, there’ll be no serious conversation at all about arming a few teachers or staff in every school. Or reopening mental institutions. At least they could take down those stupid, stupid signs at the entrance about how “this campus is a gun-free zone.” It’s a pure invitation to mass murder.

Uncertainty is the only way to prevent this sort of thing. Make the gunman think twice that someone might kill him before he can murder. It’s always a male, isn’t it? When was the last time it was a woman? As if that mattered.

Sugar kills

Don’t believe it? Big Sugar (far more insidious than the left’s favorite whipping post Big Oil) has done its best to hide that simple truth for decades.

At one time the ‘crats of the Agriculture Department went so far as to second the industry’s astounding claim that eating candy could help you lose weight. Even the feds couldn’t stomach that lie for long and it quietly disappeared with the next iteration of the food pyramid.

I struggle to avoid sugar. The stuff is every bit as addictive as tobacco and, for the unfortunate few, alcohol. But I keep being mindful of every cookie or spoonful of ice cream and long ago forswore sugar sodas altogether. Now they no longer even taste good to me.

Because for someone my age (68) the road to obesity and diabetes, probable amputation and definite death much sooner than I’d prefer, is paved with sugar. Fortunately others will soon be getting the message and those with will power can begin their struggle as well. We can’t count on the feds to help. The ‘crats and the pols were bought off by Big Sugar long ago.

Hauntings: Air France Flight 447

Every now and then, an unwelcome vision pops into my mind from more than three years ago. It’s a conjured scene, quite unreal, a novelist’s informed imagination at work (or macabre play), of a water-filled plane full of air travelers strapped in their familiar airline seats, suspended in time, at the dark bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

The dead who guard Mount Everest

It’s always interesting the stuff journalists either deliberately cover up or simply choose not to report because it conflicts with the theme or some other aspect of the tale they’ve been assigned to write.

So that when one chooses to focus on those things that are rarely mentioned about a well-known place and also to photograph them, the shock can be profound. As it is here, with the dead mountain climbers whose colorfully-clothed corpses litter the summit and near-summit of Mount Everest.

Who knew? Very few.

Via Instapundit.