One of these days, I’m going to get through to the link on this Instapundit item:
A GOVERNMENT THAT FEARS ITS PEOPLE: SONIC WEAPONS USED IN IRAQ POSITIONED AT CONGRESSIONAL TOWNHALL MEETINGS IN SAN DIEGO COUNTY.
But, so far, I can’t.
UPDATE: I finally got it to work. Now I’m not so sure I should have linked to it. The headline is correct. But there doesn’t seem to have been any intent to harm.
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Posted in Blogosphere, Iraq, Scribbles
Tagged Instapundit, San Diego County, sonic weapons
Oh boo-hoo. The hypocritical political dynasty will not continue, apparently. Whew. That was close. We almost got RFK’s son, whose good works include taking more than half a million dollars in salary as president of something called Citizens Energy Corp. It buys fuel oil from Venezuela to give to Boston’s poor. Isn’t that precious. Another publically "progressive" Kennedy privately raking it in, Enron-style. One CEO taking high pay that Obamalot isn’t interested in demeaning or investigating. Course not.
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Posted in Scribbles
Tagged Citizens Energy Corp., Joseph Kennedy II, Kennedy Dynasty, Venezuela
Before it was in North Dakota. Now it’s deep under the Gulf of Mexico. Whether we need it or not is one thing. (Although it would be good not to be so dependent on dictators and absolute monarchs for it.) But the idea that we’re running out of it is pure baloney.
Via The Seablogger.
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Posted in Science/Engineering, Scribbles, South of the Border
Tagged BP, Gulf of Mexico, North Dakota, peak oil
The title phrase is an old Austin expression, which I lightheartedly used the other day for the first time in years. It was the slogan of Oat Willie, Austin artist Gilbert Shelton’s comic book character. The Oatman was often seen in his underwear, astraddle a wheeled trash receptacle holding aloft a blazing torch.
Later Oat Willie’s became the name of a local head shop. By which some understandably assume the fog was a cloud of happy weed. But I suspect that since the expression has been known to be used in the drug law-enforcing Texas Legislature, what is meant is that the future is foggy under most conditions.
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Posted in Scribbles
Tagged Gilbert Shelton, Oat Willie, Oatman, Onward through the fog
Thirty years ago this fall, the first daily newspaper I worked for went under. It was a PM and they were dying everywhere then, apparently unable to compete with television news. Or so it was said at the time, though this was in the days before cable and the rise of local teevee news.
You might say the old Huntington (WVA) Advertiser (which hit the streets in 1874) was a trend setter, in the vanguard of today’s newspaper debacle, in which AMs are collapsing like the PMs of old. Blamed, now, on the Internet. Maybe.
Anyhow, the folks who were in at the end of the old paper are having a reunion in October in the city (famous for its Swinefest–Think Pig) that has grown with a stylish new bridge among other things. My at-home dad schedule will prevent me from attending, but I’ll link their good reunion web site here for anyone interested. And wish them well. The how-it-all-began. More or less.
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Posted in Library, Obituaries, Scribbles
Tagged Huntington, Huntington Advertiser, Swinefest, Think Pig, West Virginia
One of Mr. B.’s best buddies is back from his annual family trip to see the in-laws his grandparents in India. So we’ll thank the Hindu remover of obstacles and hope we can have a little bit of that rub off on us.
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Posted in Mr. Boy, Rancho Roly Poly, Scribbles, Texana
Tagged Lord Ganesh, Remover of Obstacles
I have ignored the wall-to-wall media coverage of the death, the Valentine (and airbrushing) analysis and the funeral. It was easy to do because I rarely watch television or read newspapers anyhow. But when I heard that the ol’ fraud would be buried in Arlington, well…
I know, as many people do not seem to, that Arlington National Cemetery is full of military paper-pushers who never spent two seconds in combat. It is not just heroic ground, despite the heroes who are buried there. But, really, now, Ted never served in the military, and he had zero to do with the assassinations of his brothers. (We can hope.) He doesn’t deserve to be there just because he was part of one of the most ambitious, political and publicity-hungry families in American history. Bah.
UPDATE: I’m wrong. He served as a private in the Army, from 1951-53, after he was expelled from Harvard. But, according to this report, his daddy made sure he never had to fight in Korea.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
