Memo to the Republican National Committee: Before again soliciting my vote to put you in charge of the economy, please be so good as to provide evidence that you now understand some situations require cash on the barrel head in order to avoid embarrassing Page One publicity. Such as perv strip clubs.

(No pervs were intentionally insulted in the making of this post.)

Quote of the Day

Tamara, after noting teevee news sneering at the intellectual rusticity of Tea Partiers:

"The absolutely inchoate rage engendered in media types when anything becomes popular without their blessing is just hilarious. "

And while you're in Broad Ripple you should peek at Roberta's take on the Hutaree bust. I tell ya, the Roseholme girls are on a tear. It would be a bad day to be canvassing their neighborhood for the DNC or PETA or something like that.

Hutaree and me

I reserve judgment. Some of these guys seem to be guilty enough of something, but from the evidence so far shared with us it seems to max out at giving life to nocturnal emissions inspired by bad teevee movies and cheap video games. If they're what the cops imply, fine, take them off the streets, but it would be nice to see evidence of some specific crimes beyond extended emotional adolescence and aggravated Bubbaness.

It's useful to remember that "conspiracy" is about the easiest charge to level against some kook you don't like.

The wires emphasize the alleged perps began undergoing military training a couple of years ago.

If so they're pikers. At age eleven the Boy Scouts put me in a khaki uniform with a dangerous knife sheathed behind my right hip. We saluted the flag a lot. We had a special hand shake, and we pledged ourselves to religious values and to The United States of America. Every day at summer camp we marched to the rifle range for basic training in careful one-shot marksmanship.* A couple of times a year we'd even have a potluck with our parents present, and they would applaud as older men awarded us badges and medals for various militaristic achievements which could easily be turned against established authority. Shooting. Fire building. Stalking. Orienteering. And so forth.

No wonder we turned out to be such problems for the more elevated and sensitive elements of our society.

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*I really miss those Mossy 144LS rifles, especially the one I bought and then idiotically sold. If you happen to have one, talk to me. I have cash aquiver for even a reasonably decent example.

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The Kiwanis station wagon sleeps with the fishes as of some time this afternoon, making my earlier arrogant prediction only semi-moronic.

If John lost money he should consider it a cheap reminder to avoid believing known liars.