Category Archives: Scribbles

The Butterfly Rose

SciFi novelist Al Past, a friend and fellow Indie novelist, left a nice review at Amazon on my newly-published Vietnam war novel The Butterfly Rose.

Al didn’t know it when he read the book and wrote the review but he was only my second reader. Check out this latest effort by our very own Cavalry Scout Books. The Butterfly is a Kindle ebook at Amazon for just 99 cents. Come on, big spender. Give it a try.

Brutally murdered

Is anybody just murdered, anymore? Every time I see the word murdered in a news story, it’s always “brutally murdered.”

There must be a straightforward (if not wholesome) way to murder. Must be. Shape up, murderers. Or, more likely, writers. It is, after all, an old copy editor’s complaint.

The world’s oldest terrorist: Still dead

“He was overweight, ate an unhealthy diet, worked long hours, didn’t take care of himself (he believed eating honey would keep him healthy), and had very bad doctors despite their local reputations.

“So we know who killed Arafat: his doctors, entourage, movement, and of course his own body. Yet when I go to Yahoo, what do I see but Arafat’s ‘mysterious’ death as the lead story in the entire world, as if any accusation made against Israel must be true.”

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Peak oil? Heh

Detroit: the canary in the EPA-closed coal mine

People used to say that as California went, so would go the nation. We can hope that’s no longer true, now that the Californicators are almost broke. Detroit, meanwhile, is well beyond almost.

“The city fathers [and mothers] of Detroit inherited one of the richest and most productive cities in the world, and they ruined it in a generation. The gentlemen in Washington have been entrusted with the richest and most productive nation in the history of the world, and the trendline does not look good.”

Want your town to become Detroit? Vote Democrat. You’ll get your wish.

Indeed, there is justice in the world. The Northeast and the Midwest, which helped elect Obozo, are about to suffer the most from his anti-coal policies.

“…the states in the Eastern region are headed for a significant spike in electricity prices thanks to Obama’s disastrous regulations, foremost among them Utility MACT.  The Midwest, even more heavily reliant on coal-fired power plants, will be hit even harder.”

Enjoy the hit to your household budgets, suckers. Maybe you can get an exemption if you donate to his re-election campaign. Why not? He does that for his pals, you know.

Why I don’t like Obamacare

Not just because of the 22 tax increases (12 of them hitting the middle class)  it will bring us starting next year. Or the consequently lower chances of reducing unemployment and a return to pre-2008 prosperity anytime soon.

But because, fundamentally, Obamacare is a Leftist fraud that will not save money nor increase fairness but only raise costs and reduce choices, which will screw the poor and most of the rest of us as well.

“Pretty much wherever government has asserted the old Progressive/New Deal/Great Society need for total control of some segment of the society or economy, the ground has been sown with salt.” —James DeLong in Ending Big SIS (the Special Interest State).

More here from DeLong in a good interview on Reason TV.

It was obvious this power-grab of one-third of the economy was only going to prolong hard economic times even before the toady chief justice joined the lockstep liberals in declaring Obamacare A-OK with the constitution.

Meat eaters

If we had to butcher our own meals, I submit there would be a lot more vegetarians

This amusing comment at Althouse the other day reminds me how far removed most of us are from what our recent ancestors took for granted, i.e. butchering of animals on the farm for the dining table.

They were not vegetarians. Vegetarians were then awfully sparse on the ground. It is a modern phenom, aided by the fact that most of us are such wusses from having no contact with meat except under plastic film. In our timidity, we imagine being horrified at the bloody process of butchering.

We might have been. They weren’t. It was a part of their living, as it no longer is ours.