Category Archives: Scribbles

“…the culture is poisonous…”

“Some of the sadness and frustration following Aurora has to do with the fact…that no one thinks anyone can, or will, do anything to make our culture better. The film industry isn’t going to change, the genie is long out of the bottle.”

The Dark Night Rises, indeed.

OTOH, if American culture is toxic, something better is happening behind the scenes. Auroras are, in fact, declining. In the 2000s, murders and mass murders have dropped to their lowest levels since the 1960s.

Rule 5: Taylor Davis

The young violinist known as ViolinTay on YouTube. As pretty and shapely as she is a good musician and so you can expect to be seeing and hearing more of her.

The tax cliff

The tax cliff we’re all about to plunge over should convince seniors to vote the Democrats out in November, out of the White House and out of the Senate—provided they hear about the cliff in time. Seniors vote. Very reliably.

The young prattle. Seniors vote. It has ever been thus. And no party, in the midst of a high-unemployment recession (whatever the corrupt federal government chooses to call it this month) has ever done what the Democrats are about to do on Jan. 1, 2013: raise the capital gains tax from 15 percent to 23.5 percent and the dividend tax from 15 percent to 43.4 percent.

Seniors, after all, use both dividends and capital gains to pay their retirement expenses. Sometimes, most times, very modest 401K returns. We’re not talking fancy restaurants, just the difference between eating chicken and cat food. So seniors, even the liberal ones, will have every incentive to hold their noses and vote for Romney, and throw out dour Harry Reid and his mendacious crew.

Good riddance.

Taxes armed the Batman killer

Where did the supposedly penniless graduate-student lunatic who shot up the movie theater get the money to buy all his guns and explosives?

From Uncle Sugar. Turns out he didn’t build that massacre by himself, as Obozo would say. The feds helped him, with $26,000 of our tax money, the only kind they have!

Unleash your inner stupidity

I’ve always thought something was wrong with Tony Robbins’ mouth. When he talks, it sounds like he has a mouth full of mush he’s just dying to spit out. Could be his muddled message. Unleash The Power Within. Heh.

So he got 21 people to voluntarily burn their bare feet trying to walk on 2,000-degree hot coals. Did he try the walk? I doubt it. He’s the leader of the sheep who pay him money to inspire them. He’s not a sheep himself.

He may have a mouth and a message full of mush but he ain’t stupid. They are.

The fear of one little minute

Eleven dead. Forty years ago. For whom a minute of silent memorial now is just too much. My, my, how the world has changed since 1972. From reflexive courage to quake-in-your-boots cowardice.

For those alleged champions of personal courage, the International Olympic Committee, certainly. Scared spitless of the Religion of Peace, as so many are these days while pretending only to be super-tolerant of a religious culture that is, in fact, tolerant of no one. Indeed, a Religion of War. A Religion of Hate.

Only Greek-Irish American sportscaster Bob Costas has the nerve, apparently, to lead an observation of this minute for the Israeli olympic team’s eleven who were slain in a Palestinian massacre forty years ago. Good for him. And on NBC, of all venues, whose news department has become thoroughly biased in recent years. We’ll see if the Mooselimbs try to kill him or someone else at NBC. I’d take that bet. Wouldn’t you?

As for the inevitable call for boycotting the Olympics, frankly, that won’t be a hardship for me. I never follow them anyway. Only things that ever have piqued my interest for more than, uh, one minute, are the ice-skating and ski-jumping and they’re not on this year. This is the summer version of the whoop-dee-do. *

What’s really needed is more than one minute of frankly admitting that a great many non-Muslims are scared to death of Islam. “To death” being the operative phrase. We’re in a war. A curious war that few except the aggressors even admit exists.

UPDATE:  In this case, though, there’s something else going on as well. Especially considering there have been one-minute Olympic memorials before.

* I forgot beach volleyball, the laugher “sport” mainly noted for its female T&A. I will deny myself that as a boycott statement.

Ban guns? Ban movie theaters. Or Neuroscience

The Colorado movie theater shootings have brought the usual liberal media cries for gun control. Hey, the theater already had a “no firearms” sign, though some might say that was only an invitation. When only the government has guns, all will be safe? As if.

How about banning movie theaters? Makes as much sense, maybe more. Awful places, movie theaters, sticky floors, and unwashed, overly-perfumed bodies all crammed together, side-by-side. Usually some fat person in the seat in front of you, making it hard to see. Bound to send any left-thinking neuroscience PhD candidate in search of his fifteen minutes of fame.

After all, we now have the Internet, with streaming video. Must we continue these bizarre public meetings with popcorn and Big Gulps (already righteously banned in New York City)? For that matter, why not ban neuroscience? All those big words and exam cram sessions obviously caused a breakdown here.