Category Archives: Scribbles

The health takeover

Look on the bright side. Now we get to find out what’s in this bill the Dems have been hiding and lying about all this time. And, as NRO’s Kathryn Lopez says:

“Congratulations, Democrats. Beginning now, you own the health-care system in America. Every hiccup. Every complaint. Every long line. All yours.”

Indeed, henceforth, as things fall apart, we will know whom to blame.

UPDATE:  Texas AG Abbot plans to file a multi-state lawsuit (apparently Texas, Virginia, Florida and several others)  the moment the bill is signed into law, seeking its overturn as unconstitutional.

Fire amid ice

photo_verybig_114417That Iceland volcano, whose eruption has sent five hundred fleeing. The Seablogger, an amateur vulcanologist, is on the case. One of his commenters, R. de Haan, came up with this good aerial video emphasizing the weird juxtaposition of fire and ice. Flooding from melting ice is the main fear now. (Unless you’re a Scientologist worried about Xenu’s attitude.)

UPDATE:  The flooding hasn’t occurred but now the worry is that this eruption, as it has in the past, will trigger the eruption of Katla, a much bigger volcano which would have hemispheric effects.

Michelle “Bombshell” McGee

No, she’s not here, folks, but since I’m getting so many hits for the above string of search terms (apparently because Oscar-winner Sandra Bullock lives in Texas, at least part of the time) I thought the least I could do was provide something. I’m still wondering why Bullock, who seems relative sensible, would marry somebody named Jesse James in the first place. But that’s Hollyweird.

Back in the olden days

69chargerThe days before Chrysler went on the dole. I liked those knit dresses, too.

Via Dustbury.

Do you really need a college degree?

When I was young, the answer was unambiguously yes. And, indeed, in terms of future employment, as recorded here, with one you have been much more likely to be employed and remain so since 1992. Leaving aside how long it took you to recoup the money spent on getting one in the first place.

Now, ideally, education teaches you how to think. But if you haven’t picked that process up in twelve years, you’re not likely to do it in four more. Or five more, as is the average nowadays.

Why shouldn’t we, instead, I said the other day to Mrs. C., encourage Mr. B. to become, say, an electrician. Every time we’ve tried to get an electrician to come fix something, it’s been hard, they’re all so busy. Most people (including me, to a certain extent) are afraid of electricity and so will hire even the relatively simple installation of a ceiling fan, rather than try it themselves. So why not do it Ace’s way:

“…if a kid a started an electrician’s apprentice program at 18, he could get his full Electrician’s license within 5 years. And if his parents had saved even half the money that would have gone for tuition, they would have enough to bankroll the kid setting up his own electrical business. For a lot of kids that’s a much better start to life than getting a bachelors degree in sociology or art history and wondering what now.”

No kidding.

Put it in neutral, stupid

The key to solving these alleged runaway Toyotas with their supposedly stuck accelerator pedals, is to shift the transmission into neutral. Let the engine race, if it will, while the car slows down until you can pull over.

Instead, this latest fellow reportedly told the 911 dispatcher he was afraid to do that ’cause the car “might flip.” Huh? How could it? Nothing like a little (apparently) panic to ensure your fifteen minutes of fame. And keep the pols and GM happy.

Poker instead of recess

Scott will like this one. PC rules the public school day in most ways, except here recently when a rainy morning canceled recess for Mr. B.’s class. Instead, they played games at their tables and one friend taught him and another kid how to play poker.

Texas Holdem, to be exact. He said the teacher thought it was amusing. The three boys used plastic cubes as chips, which they designated as dollars. Mr. B. lost most of his. Said he had only one good hand: an ace-high straight.

Reminds me of an old joke:

“‘Daddy, daddy, why can’t I play outside like other kids?’

‘Shut up and deal.'”