Category Archives: The Culture

Ninety million idle Americans

I’m older than Victor Davis Hanson but he’s far more pessimistic. He has his reasons. He works in a university bloated with administrators enforcing petty rules, and tenured professors who don’t teach while low-paid lecturers do the actual work of so-called “higher” education.

Some commenters called me out for ageism for doubting the intelligence of a generation defying the thermometer to walk around in basketball shorts in the snow. I suppose they would apply the same to Hanson’s negative views of modern culture. But he has better access to statistics than the rest of us and he’s come up with a whopper.

Over 90 million Americans who could work are not working (the “non-institutionalized” over 16). What we take for granted — our electrical power, fuel, building materials, food, health care, and communications — all hinge on just 144 million getting up in the morning to produce what about 160-170 million others (the sick, the young, and the retired who need assistance along with the 90 million idle) consume.

“Every three working Americans provide sustenance for two who are not ill, enfeebled, or too young. The former help the disabled, the latter take resources from them…Given that the number of non-working is growing (an additional 10 million were idled in the Obama ‘recovery’ alone), it is likely to keep growing. At some point, we will hit a 50/50 ratio of idle versus active. Then things will get interesting. The percentage of workers’ pay deducted to pay for the non-working will soar even higher.”

The claims of these entitled idle already are impacting the few Americans willing to serve in the military. But they’re easy pickings in a society that increasingly neither understands nor values them. When it gets around to robbing civilian Alphonse to pay civilian Aloysius, however, things could get messy.

Glad I won’t (probably) be around to see that. One of the advantages of age.

Abortion Barbie is ready for prime time!

WENDY DAVIS: My paraplegic opponent**, Greg Abbott, doesn’t understand my struggle, “hasn’t walked a day in my shoes.”

There’s a gaffe for the ages.”

Via Instapundit & Althouse.

**Texas Attorney General Greg Abbott—Davis’ opponent for governor—has been a paraplegic in a wheelchair since an accident in 1984.

UPDATE:  Now her slogan is “Stand With Wendy.” Fat chance. Lefties have such a talent for shooting themselves. Abortion Barbie’s candidacy was goofy enough. Who could have imagined that she and her dipsy supporters could turn it into a clown act.

B.O. plays the race card

No surprise. It’s the only card left in his feckless deck. And it was the first one Democrats dealt in the early days whenever his majesty the Lizard King was criticized for anything.

Now, after almost eight six years of cliche-ridden speeches and incompetent governance, with B.O.’s popularity polling at roughly 39 percent approval, all he has left is whining about how people don’t like him because of his half-race. Boo hoo.

I can think of lots of other reasons, Barry: the lies, the high unemployment, turning the IRS into a political machine, that “son I never had” nonsense about a gold-grill thug.

Beauty’s Banishment

It’s been a while since I wandered through an art gallery. I think the last time was in Tel Aviv in 2012. Each time I find myself lingering over the classical paintings, the well-crafted human faces and bodies, the breath-taking landscapes.

I never spend much time with the modern abstracts. What’s to see? Most often it’s the wordy description of the artist’s intent that takes the most time. Words? In an art gallery. What’s that about?

What it’s about is the absence of beauty in the modern stuff. Stuff, indeed, most of it pretentious, no-talent junk of mere academic interest. Not just the absence of beauty, the downright banishment of beauty.

Of course I’m not the first to notice this curious retreat from beauty. Or to discover that there is a counter-revolution underway, a subversive assault on the abstract academic blather, meaning and, yes, beauty, well beyond the wordy excuses of fine art’s modern gate-keepers.

Via Instapundit.

The dumbass generation

They wear shorts in the winter: knee-length basketball shorts for boys, crotch-hugging short-shorts for girls. Mr. Boy wears his daily, even when the temperature is in the 20s, which is about as cold as it usually gets in the daytime here in CenTexLand.

I think he’s deficient in common sense, but, then, so are the rest of the kids his age at his middle school. As near as I can tell most of them do it, too. Nevermind the Millennials. This is the dumbass generation.

Because, wandering the Google trail, I find it’s common across the country for kids his age to wear shorts in the winter, and it has been for several years now—even in Iowa, in the snow, and in New England when it’s 10 below.

Mr. B. swears he isn’t cold, swears he’s not trying to be a macho man. Has to be a fashion thing. I’m sure of it because when I drive him somewhere the first thing he does is turn up the car heater. So I know he’s really cold. How could he not be?

I turn the heat back down because I’ve already got on three layers and I’m not interested in sweating underneath them. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t want to call attention to the fact that, underneath the swagger, he’s freezing.

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Rule 5: London Andrews

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“Forgetting” segregation

I’m sure most of us get email forwardings at one time or another, especially from low-IT relatives and, sometimes, from old friends. They tend to be smarmy at best, ridiculous at worst, and deserve to be deleted as soon as possible.

But the recent forwarding of 1950s-early 60s nostalgia pieces for Baby Boomers are more than ridiculous. They also are dishonest. One I got recently was all hymns to early rock-n-roll songs and TV shows, with kitschy artwork of store fronts and ’57 Chevies in pastel colors—all minus one historical feature.

Nowhere in the windows of those Norman Rockwell stores was the then-ubiquitous sign: Whites Only.