Pretty World

If you haven't seen it you might want to click on this version of the "atomic" clock for a pretty bell. It is also useful in explaining to little kids the idea of endless days and nights at the poles.

Bye-bye Chris; Hello Peter Schiff

Dodd of Connecticut is the latest to scramble for the Senate exit, and libertarian types have an opportunity in Peter Schiff who, nine months ago, ran just four points behind Dodd in a trial-heat poll.

Chris, like his old man, Senator Tom, is being felled by a family gene which creates the illusion that election to public office is God's way of telling a man to get rich and paw waitresses.

Schiff is a Ron Paul supporter who claims plenty of libertarian high ground as he tries for the GOP nomination.

He also carries some baggage in the form of a tax-protesting father who served time for annoying the IRS. The left will try to tar him with that, but we have developed a national strategy to cope.

When the Democrats start shrieking "like father like son" and detailing the senior Schiff's record on disputing his taxes, the National Association of Sentients Committed to Antiauthoritarian Reform (NASCAR) approves and authorizes one -- and only one -- response:

Tim Geithner

Dolores River

No special reason for this except to call attention to beauty.

One of the good road trips in North America is the few-hour (four or five, maybe) jaunt between Grand Junction and Nucla in Colorado. Blue Highway 141 carries you along the the spectacular Dolores River Canyon which is easy to think of as the Grand Canyon rendered as haiku.

It's mostly the West as God made it, although some ancient scaffolding and other hard-rock mining paraphernalia here and there provide evidence of human ambition even on sheer cliffs.

Fill the tank and take on water and vittles before you start. The canyon is full of a thousand nice things, but settlements aren't among them.

In Nucla maybe you can duplicate a pleasant hour Bob Kerr (ÅP, Denver) and I spent there when I discovered the place during mulie season in about 1973. We found an open business, a trading post with bar which happened to have some .30-30 Winchester rounds I was looking for. We bought them, then stepped into the bar area where our attention was politely directed to the "Check Your Guns" sign. I handed over my issue 1911A1 and Bob his big Ruger. We made one beer last and enjoyed trading a few words with the bar patrons -- three or four Indian persons, locals, pleasant guys.

Nice addition to your bucket list.

Must be AP's turn to fawn over him

The real sin that Nigerian bastard committed over Detroit on Christmas Day was to inconvenience President Obama while the poor guy was trying to pop macadamia nuts into his mouth.