Category Archives: Texana

Titmouse at the feeder

Just a taste of the fauna at the rancho these days: our little buddy the Tufted Titmouse. I think my pal Snoopy-the-Goon took this one on his recent visit.

Texas one-ups Pennsylvania

Not in college football. Not this year. But in personal responsibility and self-reliance. Not much of a surprise there, really, a Red state outdoing a Blue State in those categories. But a bit shocking when the issue is the Penn State child rape scandal.coverup.

Seems the Penn State football coaches were simply obeying state law when they declined to get involved with Coach Jerry Sandusky’s rape of a 10-year-old boy in the shower in 2002 and only passed a witness complaint about it up their university chain of command. Where it was stifled to save Penn State embarrassment—at the expense of the boy, whose rapes by Sandusky continued, and the other boys Coach Jerry would find to rape later.

In Texas, by contrast, every one of them who found out about it in 2002, whether at first- or second-hand, would have been required to contact state authorities immediately, or risk their own arrest for negligence.

Via Bookworm Room.

He stepped in it, so what?

Mrs. Charm came home from work last night announcing that Gov. P. had “destroyed himself” in the latest of the interminably-stupid Republican “debates.”

Well, that’s part of her job in the Democrat media, to draw such conclusions about politicians, particularly Republican ones.

I watched the video and thought how amusing. He froze. So what? How many times has that happened to me? Too many to remember them all. Besides, if I have to listen to another meandering Obamalot speech where he says nothing much in a preachy way, and then contradicts himself, usually the very next day… Well.

I’m still for Rick as the best of the bunch, certainly better than Robot Romney or even Cain, who I also like, never mind his bimbo eruptions.

But as economist Thomas Sowell says of Cain: the White House is not for on-the-job-training, as the current resident has demonstrated so well, ruining our economy, and lowering our position in the world.

As for Rick, well, the country could use some honest Texas Aggie humor for a change: Gig ’em!

PJ Media CEO Roger L. Simon suggests bagging the rest of these dog and pony shows. What a great idea. Of course he also wants Rick to quit in favor of Cain, Romney and Gingrich. But, hey, nobody’s perfect.

The stupid party strikes again

The pol behind the latest attempt to get the (always happy to oblige) feds to regulate the Internet is none other than U.S. Rep. Lamar Seeligson Smith, a Texas Republican, whose legislation has been bought and paid for by the TV/music/movies industry. The Austin/ San Antonio and Hill Country rep obviously is no conservative. He’s just another opportunistic pol on the take/make.

Better look out Missouri

The Texas-Texas Tech game this morning was supposed to be close. It wasn’t. Texas ran over Tech 52-20. Literally, since Texas was almost entirely about rushing. They didn’t punt once all game.

This new Texas team of many freshmen starters is getting scarier by the week. Missouri (which Baylor beat today) is next on the Longhorn hit list. Will they suffer a Tech-similar experience? Sure looks that way.

UPDATE:  Scratch that. With their three best running backs injured and their QBs under- or overthrowing their receivers, Texas had no chance to win. Only their good defense kept the score low, at 17-5.

Radiation burns, chemo poisons

And both play hell with your taste buds, your throat tissues, and your digestive system.

It’s not a pretty subject—modern cancer “therapy”—but Scott at the Fat Guy is being a blog trouper about bringing us all the gory details of his radiation-and-chemotherapy-driven dietary struggle.

It’s news you probably will be able to use someday. Like it or not.

Gas pumps germiest

Still recovering this afternoon at the rancho from presumed food poisoning picked up last Friday at a chain restaurant on the River Walk in San Antone. Or, that was the presumption, a tea glass that smelled like sour milk. But now I wonder if it was the Valero gas pump I used earlier that day. Don’t think I put my fingers in my mouth afterward, but who remembers things like that?