Category Archives: Scribbles

Sure beats Doc Martens

Or just about any other of those clodhoppers some young women wear today. At least this is cute. Not enough for Miriam, but Anne likes ’em. Me, too. Sorta.

Supremes uphold gun rights

It’s good they did it, overturning D.C.’s ban on handguns, though they didn’t overturn Chicago’s ban on handguns. Their decision upholds the Second Amendment to the U.S. Constitution’s creation of a right for individuals to "keep and bear arms" against any limitation by the federal government, and D.C. is a federal creature while Chicago is not. Yet the fact that the decision was just 5-4 is shocking and worrisome, and the common headline (such as this one by the ever clueless Associated Mess) reporting the decision, suggesting that the Supremes have created a new right, would be laughable if they weren’t indicative of so much ignorance. Not just abroad, where ignorance of our laws is to be expected, but here at home, where it should not be.

Ignorant headlines via Sine Qua Non Pundit

Saved by the Supremes?

It’s a horrific story, the case of the Louisiana stepfather who raped his eight-year-old stepdaughter and was sentenced to death for the crime before the Supreme Court overturned his sentence on Wednesday. The child needed emergency surgery, and is certain to need psychological care.

Yet, despite the conservative furor, into which even Baby Barry has waded in agreement, I can’t help wondering if the Supremes didn’t do the right thing. The child was not killed and may yet be helped to heal. The stepfather certainly deserves a long prison term and presumably will get it, even after a retrial. But that isn’t likely to be all. The outraged, like Ms Malkin, who performed the service of posting the legal documents at the link above, may not know what state and federal prisoners commonly do to convicted child molesters, many of them having been molested as children themselves. Emergency surgery will very likely be needed. Death might even be preferable.

Canary in the oil mine

Most of us, me included, figure what goes up must come down, and the prices of oil and gasoline have to get back to normal sometime. Hopefully sooner rather than later. But what if they don’t? What if gas goes to seven bucks a gallon, and the price of everything else runs up (diesel is already almost five dollars a gallon and almost all of our goods are shipped by truck), like it did in the oil pinch of the mid-1970s? The price of cars, alone, tripled. The Oil Drum, which is not exactly a fun read, considering its affirmative take on the "peak oil" argument, is nevertheless a timely and interesting one. And none moreso than this post on Hawaii’s plight with rising oil and gas prices. Their tourism industry seems to be cratering, as a result, and they don’t have a whole lot else to sustain them. Hope they figure it out.

Chenille stems

What, I wondered, in the age of anti-tobacco-ism, had happened to the pipe cleaners of my misspent youth? Would you believe they have been renamed? They are now known as chenille stems. Heh.

And Bob’s Your Uncle

I love this British phrase, but until the Internet I had no certain idea of what it meant, i.e. an exclamation at the end of an explanation to show how easy it is to do something. Wikipedia and others claim that it might derive from a famous 1887 example of political nepotism. But I first encountered it in the talk of Napoleonic-era British seamen in Patrick O’Brien novels. It also pops up repeatedly in Brit author Terry Pratchett’s Discworld novels. The source at the link says it’s more likely to derive from the seventeenth century slang "all is bob," meaning everything is safe and satisfactory. Now I wonder why Americans of a certain age like to say something satisfactory is "Jake with me." Maybe Jake and Bob were brothers?

Baby Barry finally comes clean

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Oh, good. Just what we need. Not a healer, but another hustler.

Via Baldilocks.