Category Archives: Scribbles

Smile and wave, boys

Besides the robots, computer games, and the Spiderwick, Little House on the Prairie and The Doll People books, Mr. B. got a conventional stuffed animal. A penguin. Christmas night we watched the animated movie Madagascar, and now, here about the rancho, the stuffed penguin is having words put in his velour mouth like the semi-gangster penguins in the movie: "Smile and wave, boys." "(Act) cute and cuddly, boys." "Well, this sucks."

Can you believe the polls?

Ron Coleman sees evidence in the latest Gallup Poll–finding that Hillary and W are the "most admired" woman and man–of how out of touch the elite is with the vast majority of Americans. Harrumph. I don’t dispute how out of touch the elite are. That’s a given. But I’m inclined to see this latest factoid as further evidence of the unreliability of polling. Bush, maybe. But Hillarity? No way, Jose.

Via Instapundit 

Xmas set-up

Took an hour last night to free RoboPanda from his box. (Deep voice intoning: "Day Four, RoboPanda Held Hostage.") Only one paper cut. Then I discovered Grammaw brought along a RoboReptile which will also need freeing this morning. We are long on robots. Neither of these fire missiles, as far as I know, nor make facsimile (or any other kind) of love. But RoboPanda has a perky voice and even tells you how to lower his/her volume ("Rub my tummy, then stroke either of my legs.") Mom is behind this one. She has more faith in toy technology than Dad. But, so far, RP is a big hit. Maybe this robo stuff really won’t be abandoned before Thursday. We shall see.

Oy To The World

I couldn’t resist. It’s a Klezmer Christmas album. You can’t get any more eclectic than this. Except, maybe, this. Both one hundred percent Kosher.

The terror bankers

Methanol, as currently produced and sold, is a losing proposition, most energy analysts will tell you, requiring huge government subsidies: Big Corn replaces Big Oil. That wouldn’t be the case if all we could get was methanol, as this analysis contends. Of course, that could only come about by government mandate and the Bush administration–indeed, most Republicans, except Nixon and his price controls of yore–don’t like issuing mandates. Besides, the terror bankers, meaning "our friends" the Saudis, have their hands in too many high political pockets for anyone to seriously commit to such a course. So get used to the war on terror, folks. Its explosives’ and weapons’ purveyors get a fresh boost everytime we buy gas.

Blimp boy

The news that offbeat Texas congressman Ron Paul has regularly hung out with the white supremacist American Renaissance and taken money from Neo-Nazis doesn’t surprise me. Cobb has a good analysis, comparing AR to black race hustlers like Al Sharpton:

"I’ve boxed several rounds with AmRen types and their basic beef is typical white resentment–but when the rubber meets the road, they are in many ways the mirror image of the worst aspects of Sharpton.com: media hustlers who wish to try the courts and government in the media sowing seeds of paranoia and distrust."

I like blimps, but Paul’s blimp is floating out on the fringe with Huckleberry as far as I can see. Indeed, even farther out. In any case, he’s just about as electable beyond his base: i.e., no chance whatsoever. Meanwhile, it’s 28 degrees inside Paul’s silly blimp, floating over wintry Baltimore.

UPDATE  This recitation of Paul’s bigotry doesn’t surprise me, though it seems unfair to rake anyone over things they said or wrote back in the day when black civil rights was a controversy and not a settled fact. The anti-Semitism, of course, is inexcusable, though not unheard of then or now.

Shuck vs Jive

It’s been suggested–by a commenter at Fresh Bilge–that the choice in ’08 may come down to Huckleberry or Obama. Unlikely, methinks, highly unlikely, but what a mind-twister that would be: Shuck vs. Jive.