Category Archives: Obsessions

Gotta get a drone

The more I think about them, the more those camera-carrying quadcopters appeal:

“Outdoor flight is made possible by advanced GPS positioning that compensates for light wind. The Phantom has a fail-safe function and can be configured to automatically fly to and land at its take-off position if connection to the transmitter is lost…With a maximum horizontal speed of 22 miles/hour (10 meters/second) the Phantom lets you capture the action of almost any sport, event or scene.”

Why? Because they’re there.

Or maybe not.

Via Instapundit.

Because everybody knows steel can’t melt

Just because, you know, they make steel by burning. Doesn’t mean, you known, they could melt it with burning. Nah.

Feds Subsidizing Christianity

Not only are the feds falling all over themselves to spend hundreds of millions on the latest wave of illegal immigrants, but they’re allowing the bucks to be administered by Christian groups, specifically Baptists and Catholics.

I can hear the howling now from the Democrat news media if the Republicans were doing this. But of course in a sense they are. The GOP establishment is just as eager as the Democrats to defy public opinion when it comes to illegals.

Advice to victims of the Democrat economy: Get yourself and your kids down to Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio or Fort Sill in Lawton, Oklahoma, forget you speak English, and cash in on the goodies.

Learning to say “I will vote Democrat” in Spanish will be a big help.

Via Judicial Watch (as Instapundit says: Doing the job the Democrat news media won’t.)

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Rule 5: Elly Mayday

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Hard to believe she was once an airline stewardess, as her Facebook fanpage says. Must have had wider aisles than I’m used to. She’s also, for the past year been struggling with cancer, so the pretty hair here is long gone.

Those bogus Palestinians

This will seem to some like unnecessary splitting of hairs but it’s always bothered me and so I do what one does when one has a blog: write about what bothers me.

The Arabs who call themselves Palestinians have no real right to the word at all. As late as 1939, for instance, Palestine was wholly identified with the Jews. Of course it was a Roman appellation to begin with, what Rome decided to call Judea and Samaria after they kicked the Jews out because the Jews wouldn’t worship their Caesars as gods. Change the name, the Romans figured, and you erase the former occupants in world history. Worked pretty good for a while.

Now, as long ago as the 19th century, this Palestine, so-called, was home to both Jews and Arabs. Long before the State of Israel the Arabs who call themselves Palestinians are allegedly so worked up about.

So much a home for both that when the British took over after WWI, their own postal stamps reflected the fact. A 3-center of 1925, for instance, has Palestine in English and the same in Hebrew and Arabic. Not that the Arabs were pleased of course. But the Arabs are rarely pleased about anything. They were especially incensed that the perfidious Jews insisted on called Palestine The Land of Israel and so the Brits included the abbreviation for it in Hebrew on the stamp. Wowza.

And there’s more. Palestinians is especially bogus as the name for a group of Arabs because there is no letter P in Arabic. And, what do you know, in Hebrew, the word Palestine is translated as Plishtim which means, get this, invaders. Which makes the occupation, so-called, an occupation of invaders. Eh?

And when the Arabs who call themselves Palestinians get all worked up over a bunch of Jews who want to pray on the Temple Mount they conveniently ignore the fact that their mosques up there were built on top of the ruins of the holy Jewish temple. The one built by Herod and destroyed by the Romans who renamed, etc.

But these Arabs never were big on history or tolerance. Which is why Bush the younger calling Islam a religion of peace was and is so laughable.

So there you have it. Chew on that for a while, if you are so inclined. Or scroll over to something else. We got a million of ’em.

Via Israel Matsav, Elder of Ziyon & Yourish.

Expectations

I’d give the guy credit if I could remember where I read this or heard it. Probably only applies to those of us of a certain age who remember how things were waaay back before the Internet came along and, certainly, the Web.

Back in the old days (as recently as the 1970s), you’d write a letter or a postcard and mail it and figure, at the least, it would take three or four days to arrive. And, then, if the recipient was particularly conscientious, and responded fairly quickly, in a day or so, it would be another three or four days before you got your reply. Call it ten days from message to response. Ten whole days.

Today (drum roll) you send an email or you text a text and what? Are you patient? Do you expect to wait for as many as ten days for a reply? Heck no. In fact, if you don’t hear back in ten minutes, well… An hour, tops. Should you not hear back in 24 hours, oh my, you begin to wonder if your interlocutor is still alive. And when as many as 48 hours have passed you figure either s/he is dead or they wish you were.

From ten days to ten minutes. Max. Expectations. Wow.

UPDATE:  By McGeHee, a commenter at Dustbury: “I distinctly remember watching Wile E. Coyote send away for things and receive them seconds later. And that was back in the ’40s!”

So when does the Groper go on the block?

I mean, after all these years, they’re trying to make Bill Cosby a pariah.

Whatever happened to Bill Clinton? Slick Willie? The Groper? Where’re his multiple accusers and the media’s jump-on, pile-on morality play? Well???

Via Instapundit.