Tag Archives: Instapundit

Why the Lizard Queen?

Why, indeed. The Dems will say it’s her turn. They’ll ignore the rest:

“She has more sooty baggage than a 90-car freight train. And what exactly has she ever accomplished — beyond bullishly covering for her philandering husband? She’s certainly busy, busy and ever on the move — with the tunnel-vision workaholism of someone trying to blot out uncomfortable private thoughts. . . . ”

What has she ever done for anyone except thieve and lie?

Even as secretary of state, she just mailed it in. Benghazi should have destroyed her, or at least her subsequent tantrum about it before Congress. But they won’t. The Democrat media will never remind voters of either event nor ask her any tough questions. She’s one of them, after all.

As for the voters, well, here’s where it gets really cynical: she’s got a uterus, and to millions of unthinking, low-info sister uteri, that is plenty enough. I know several of them.

Plus, of course, she has money and pow-wer, via Slick Willie and their corrupt, tax-evading family foundation. When it comes to the IRS, Democrats walk.

Gephyrophobia

Finally, a name for what ails me. Not near as bad as when it started, sometime in the early 80s, but still, occasionally, impressive enough even on the Highway 183 overpasses to force me to keep my eyes on the road ahead of the vehicle and not dare to look to either side.

That’s the only way I used to be able to get over the steep bridge from Aransas Pass to the ferry across the Corpus Christi Ship Channel to Port Aransas. The Chesapeake Bay Bridge, on an early 90s visit with Mrs. Charm, put me into a cold sweat. I was shaking the whole, long, four miles of it.

The short, steep bridge from Portland to Corpus Christi? I saw it coming and pulled over to sit and decide whether I could do it. I decided I couldn’t and made a U-turn when the traffic permitted and took the long way around.

Nice to know it’s not a problem unique to me, though its origin is a mystery.

Via Instapundit

Disrespected Jihadis

The Brit murderers made it absolutely plain they had run down the soldier and sawed his head off in the name of Islam. They even cited the Koran:

“There are ‘many, many ayat throughout the Koran,’ the man said [to the television cameras which, as usual, beat the armed police to the scene], citing the book’s ninth chapter, that encourage followers to ‘fight them as they fight us.'”

Likewise the surviving Boston bomber who wrote his own religious manifesto on the walls of the boat he was hiding in when he was found and arrested. It wasn’t quoted in full until recently. At the time it was briefly paraphrased and immediately subsumed in the official rush to censorship and the unbelievable pretense that the “reasons” for the murders were so, so obscure.

Try as they might, even yelling “Allahu Akbar” like the Brit slashers and the murderous major at Fort Hood, the Jihadis get no respect. Some of us complain about the official and media refusal to link these acts to the Islam that is the common thread joining these people.

Consider the disrespected Jihadis. They can’t cut through the PC malarky any better than we can.

Via Instapundit.

The Hildabeast: author of the Benghazi coverup

President Pinocchio just went along for the ride, since it suited his purposes, too. Indeed, so far the evidence shows that it was Hillary’s coverup from beginning to end. Remember her incredible remark to inquisitive Republican senators:  “What difference does it make?”

If she was a Republican, it would make all the difference. She’d be finished in politics. The Democrat media would see to that, like they did with Nixon, and nobody died in his coverup of a third-rate burglary. Much less an ambassador.

But, of course, the Hildabeast is covered six ways from Sunday by the alphabet media, all of the major newspapers, and her faithless husband Slick Willie and his cronies. They badly want a second shot at the big bucks that come with the presidency in our increasingly dictatorial and corrupt federal government.

And, as Instapundit reminds us, the filmmaker Hillary and Barry chose to be their fall guy, the author of that Islamic video no one ever saw, is still in jail.

UPDATE: She even lied at the ambassador’s funeral service. How craven can you get?

Typhoid Mary in San Francisco

Typhoid fever is not a modern disease, except in developing countries with sanitation problems, particularly Africa. Now it’s come to San Francisco, via a new Typhoid Mary (or Matthew) who infected an unknown number of cafe patrons for five days starting on April 16. The original Mary was a cook.

Historically, typhoid fever has stricken armies whose commanders have lost control of their sanitation, a detail I used to dramatic effect in my Viet Nam war novel The Butterfly Rose. The bacterial disease is transmitted by food and water contaminated by the feces of a victim and can be fatal if patients don’t take all of their antibiotic even after they feel better. There’ve been vaccines to protect against it since World War II but, of course, vaccination is controversial among the enlightened of places like San Francisco.

Via Instapundit

The good that comes with disasters

Whenever disaster renews itself, as it inevitably does in the form of hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, etc., I’m reminded of the many such events I had to “cover” in my 35 years as a print and electronic journalist and my recurrent discovery of the extraordinary degree to which ordinary people unselfishly pitched in to form a “community” to help each other.

It was a phenomenon that seldom got reported because it didn’t fit the formula my editors insisted be followed. They were, though they never admitted it, as Stephen Clark has written: “…merely courtiers to the political and cultural powers incumbent in society.”

Thus government and elite solutions were their narrative, though, generally, it wasn’t until government arrived that things really started to bog down, tempers frayed and so forth.

Bureaucrats, with their inflexible rules and authoritarian attitudes, backed by armed national guard and police with itchy trigger fingers stringing their yellow tape everywhere and keeping people from their damaged homes, just naturally promote frustration and isolation.

So I wasn’t surprised to see Rebecca Solnit’s book A Paradise Built In Hell: The Extraordinary Communities that Arise in Disaster —though I’m almost three years late in ordering it in Kindle form. It uses history lessons as varied as the 1909 San Francisco earthquake and the aftermath of 9-11 to persuasively debunk the usual elitist attitude that disaster brings human chaos, looting, murder, and so on: the cliche stuff you always see in movies and in most dystopian novels.

Stuff I can’t watch or read without wincing, because I know it’s mostly a pile of lies, as Solnit testifies:

“Part of the stereotypical image is that we’re either wolves or we’re sheep. We’re either devouring babies raw and tearing up grandmothers with our bare hands, or we’re helpless and we panic and mill around like idiots in need of Charlton Heston men in uniforms with badges to lead us. I think we’re neither, and the evidence bears that out.”

It certainly does.  Solnit is a self-proclaimed “progressive activist” but she’s one whose condemnation of Communist oppression shocks the Marxist left and she tells a valuable story of a kind of utopian community spontaneously arising in times of collapse.

Via Instapundit.

Planned Parenthood endorses infanticide

Margaret Sanger would be sooo proud. She always wanted to get rid of the “human weeds,” as she so deftly put it in the NYTimes in 1923. Really.

So the abortion mill known as Planned Parenthood (no parenthood involved, really, just the absence thereof), which mainly does business with black and Hispanic women (those “weeds,” you know) wants to let “mom” decide whether to keep alive an aborted late-term baby who is breathing. Except, uh, if she said no, that would be murder, guys.