Brought to life: the hanged snowman, the snowman holding its severed head, and the snowman eaten by sharks. The kind of stuff that will get you written up as violence-prone in elementary school nowadays.
Humor for the snowbound and snowless via House of Erastosthenes.
The Senate lards on the pork in narrowly passing its version of the troops funding measure. Still to be worked out, apparently, is the Senate’s March 31, 2008 withdrawal-from-Iraq deadline, as opposed to the House’s Sept. 1, 2008 withdrawal date. All of which may be mute if Bush, as expected, vetoes it all. You could call them unpatriotic. But I’d prefer "bought-and-paid-for."
Forecast for tomorrow morning’s 30th annual Capitol 10K is cloudy, mid-60s and very humid with spotty showers. Courtesy of LCRA meteorologist Bob Rose who will be running his 18th race. I’ve managed to not run in every one of them, since their inception in 1977, though I have observed many a finish line. This year I believe I’ll vacuum fallen live oak leaves while Mom takes Number One Son to his tennis lessons.
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To some Texans the title of this song by Dale Evans has long been a salutation, almost a verbal tic.
"Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, keep smilin’ until then."
An early-morning visitor’s search engine request for the lyrics reminded me it’s about time I posted them. Although I was a confirmed Gene Autry fan, I had to admit that Roy and Dale were more popular. See their museum with handmade boots and up-to-date mousepads. As for the song, well, what could you expect from someone whose horse was named Buttermilk?
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Reading a Fullerton novel over again, this time about the Royal Navy’s travails in the eastern Mediterranean in 1941. At one point a carrier with just ten planes went into action against the Stukas of the Nazis and was humbled. Among its ten warplanes was an old biplane called the Albacore, which was supposed to be the successor to an older one called the Swordfish but nicknamed the Stringbag for the mass of wires holding it together. Oddly, the Albacore was ultimately outshone by the Stringbag–at a time of high-performance monoplanes–because the bag was so slow the Stukas and other monoplanes couldn’t fly slow enough to hold it in their sights long enough to shoot it down. So the bag’s torpedo version helped cripple the Bismarck bad enough to allow Royal Navy warships to finish the job. Pretty slick.
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Tagged Bismarck, Fairey Albacore, Fairey Swordfish, Stringbag, World War II
Hearst, NBC and ABC deliver an A&E "documentary" with a Marxist rationale for the American revolution.
"A&E promoted ‘The Crossing’ as an educational film, and tied it to a nationwide high school essay contest. But that promotion was dishonest. In fact, at the very moment when ‘The Crossing’ had the most to teach, it chose to lie."
A cry of "shame, shame," from the conservative Claremont Institute.
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