Category Archives: Scribbles

The latest edict from our federal overlords

Texas has long required presentation of a driver’s license, or other photo i.d., in order to vote. Prove you’re a citizen with a right to the privilege. What could be more sensible?

Not to Obamalot’s “justice” department. You know, the guys who shipped automatic rifles and hand grenades to Mexican drug lords and are still lying about it? They claim voter i.d. discriminates—presumably against felons and illegal immigrants.

Texas pols will complain and threaten not to comply, but the feds will threaten to take away highway construction money from the second largest state and that will be that. Land of the fee, home of the slave.

Macbeth in the White House

“Macbeth was never so beguiled by his witches as is McBama by the witches who surround him: Iran-raised Valerie Jarrett, human-rights mavens Susan Rice and Samantha Power, the resentful Michelle, and the Pink Pantsuit at the State Department. What’s her name again? She used to be somebody important.”

Naw, our increasingly-obese secretary of state, perpetually cuckolded by her misogynistic husband, never was important. Nor had enough integrity to divorce the bum.

Humor (well, not exactly) by Spengler.

You’d think just one of these witches could warn McBama about the wages of lying: lying politicians always get caught.

UPDATE:  Supposedly his campaign is selling this $10,000 worth of nail polish to his women, uh, fans, but it’s just as likely all for the witches.

LBJ the bully: prolonging the Vietnam War

In 1965, the Joint Chiefs of Staff recommended bombing Hanoi and mining Haiphong Harbor to avoid a protracted ground war in South Viet Nam. President Johnson screamed at them, cursing them and calling them idiots.

“Why had Johnson not only dismissed their recommendations, but also ridiculed them? It must have been that Johnson had lacked something. Maybe it was foresight or boldness. Maybe it was the sophistication and understanding it took to deal with complex international issues. Or, since he was clearly a bully, maybe what he lacked was courage.”

He certainly was a bully. He bullied his own wife, repeatedly, according to his biographers. So the ground war went on and on, literally consuming their country and figuratively consuming ours, not to mention LBJ himself, and it lingers yet as a bad taste all around. No wonder people, even people here in Texas, still hate the sumbitch.

Via The PJ Tatler.

My Tinnitus rises a notch

I’ve had Tinnitus, a ringing in the ears, since I came home from the Vietnam War in 1970. Although it can have several medical origins, I’ve always attributed it to months of being in close proximity to the staccato noise of machine guns and automatic rifles.

Last night I was awaked by what sounded like the steady release of compressed air, or maybe steady rain on the roof. It was so loud that I got up and walked around the dark rancho to see if I could find the source. It wasn’t raining so perhaps it was a break in a water pipe or the natural gas line that feeds the water heater and the stove? Apparently not.

I finally realized it was probably my Tinnitus acting up and I went back to sleep. When I awoke the noise was still there, still sounding like sleet through the limbs of trees or a broken gas line. As it probably will be from now on, an escalation in the old problem that is more of a curiosity to me than anything else.

Elke Baker: Rule 5

 

 

 

This Maryland gal is a reigning U.S. National Scottish Fiddle Champ and she shows you just why that is with a lively number right here.

Jury Duty, yech

Jury duty is our duty as citizens, right? I suppose. I certainly have the time, if not the inclination, to play the courthouse game on April 2, the date I’ve been told to report to the Travis County courthouse downtown to receive a court assignment.

Allegedly. Allegedly, because I expect to be cut from the jury pool, after walking multiple blocks from wherever I can find a place to park, for the usual reasons: too much education, relation to a law enforcement officer, thirty-five years in the news media, and blogging since then about, among other things, politics and public policy.

The defense lawyers of my aquaintance tend not to want people like me on their juries. I’m not as easy to impress as someone else with none of the above. So I expect to spend an unpleasant day in the courthouse where the linoleum halls are perfumed with the sour flop-sweat of old fears; to be herded about at the whim of self-important functionaries; and, finally, to have to pay a hefty parking ticket because I won’t be allowed to feed the meter.

Although I would like to be wrong.

In defense of Ron Paul

I never pay attention anymore to TNR or the other Lefty rags I once read with such devotion when I was a youngish liberal Democrat journalist. Most all journalists still are, however much some of them pretend to be objective. It’s hard to be objective when you think Republicans are evil right-wingers, and most journalists really do think that.

But now, after forty years of watching government grow ever larger and more corrupt, and bloated with intrusive and obnoxious and largely ineffective bureaucrats making six figures administering useless laws which we must all pay higher taxes to support, I count myself a small-government Libertarian.

As such I sympathize with many of Libertarian Republican Ron Paul’s positions and his supporters: his desire to stop the endless wars we have involved ourselves in since World War II in our sometimes-justified, but often-overblown role as world policeman; his idea of cutting way back on our foreign aid, which is largely arms sales to some truly awful regimes such as the misogynist and homophobic Saudis; and his desire to close the CIA and the ATF, which are too bumbling and political to be worth any tax money.

Mostly I don’t think about Ron Paul because I know he has no chance of enacting his ideas. He isn’t electable, except in his own small district in Southeast Texas. At least the small district he once had before Texas Republicans redistricted him out of it to get him out of their hair. Which they did because, to mix metaphors, he is a loose cannon who will not toe their line. They’re big-government boys, like Mittens Romney. They just argue about the details. But even they don’t accuse Ron Paul of being a racist, anti-Semite Truther, Birther, etc.

That’s the sort of spurious crap that rags like TNR spew, backed up by their fellow clones in the Democrat Media Complex. And it bothers me when some people I otherwise respect hop on TNR’s bandwagon, denying Ron Paul the right to simply be wrong. Or to have opinions they disagree with. Including, years ago in his newsletters, mocking Dr. King as an adulterer, which, according to the FBI he was, and sneering at black rioters for ceasing to riot on the day their welfare checks arrived. The inner-city ones on the east and west coasts do riot, repeatedly, and many of them are on welfare.

But even his former senior aide found, among other things, Ron Paul’s apparent homophobia off-putting. I suspect it has more to do with unreasoning fear of AIDS than anything else. But the aide’s is just one man’s opinion, and there are other opinions.

If Paul really were a racist anti-Semite, as the former communist and fulltime extremist David Horowitz proclaims, I’m sure that Charles Krauthammer would second the emotion in big, bold print. Instead, he says of Paul, “I find him a principled, somewhat wacky, highly engaging eccentric.” And for my money, folks, that is the real Ron Paul.