Officials and bankers in Cleveland are financing a novel way of attacking the housing "crisis."
Blow up the houses.
Might be a nice pilot project for certain distressing buildings along the Potomac.
If you follow the WaPost links to the bureaucratic bases of this innovative program, you'll find The Leaders plan to use some of the newly vacant land for "storm water management." Great idea -- puddles.
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Oct 13, 2011
Dear Diary
Okay, Jim, you have been entirely self-indulgent for too long.
Save for a few .30-30s and those pounds of military .30-06, every case in the loading shack is full of powder and lead. The shack itself is so neatly reorganized you'll never find what you're looking for. You've had your jollies burnishing steel and shining stocks with walnut flavored MinWax. You even went to Southern Archery yesterday and popped $21.35 on a string for the Ben Pearson recurve. (Highway robbery, but that's another story.)
But in two full weeks you haven't contributed one damned thing to the Revolution, to saving the Republic from the Republicans, the Democrats, and Heartbreak of Sorosisis.
Back to the grindstone.
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There's a new Reuters/Ipsos poll reported this morning. Mitt leads, followed by 999 Cain. But guess who's third. Guess who's ahead of Perry, Bachman, Gingrich, Santorum, and the other famous occupants of the Fox-approved neocon asylum?
Ron Paul, that's who. The crazy old doctor-coot from malarial Texas. The one who keeps yapping about the Constitution and going on and on about the necessary and useful functions of government as opposed to wholesale vote buying financed by exorbitant taxes and currency inflation.
Yes, I understand there is as much chance of Paul occupying the White House as there is of me shooting a thousand-yard Camp Perry score of of 100- 9x, offhand with my Model 94.
That ain't the point.
It took us more than two centuries to become competitors with Greece, Ireland, and Malawi as the world's most laughable economic basket case. No single politician, not even Paul is going to lead us out of the malaise in a term or two.
But an idea can, and at this horrid point in the American saga, Paul is the most effective purveyer of the underlying notion of liberty and a decent shot at general prosperity.
Send him your spare change. Wear one of his gimme hats or tees. Every time the subject comes up in your circles, politely wait your turn to speak and then explain calmly and professionally why he should get more votes. I suggest this wording:
"Because he's the only one not totally full of shit."
Save for a few .30-30s and those pounds of military .30-06, every case in the loading shack is full of powder and lead. The shack itself is so neatly reorganized you'll never find what you're looking for. You've had your jollies burnishing steel and shining stocks with walnut flavored MinWax. You even went to Southern Archery yesterday and popped $21.35 on a string for the Ben Pearson recurve. (Highway robbery, but that's another story.)
But in two full weeks you haven't contributed one damned thing to the Revolution, to saving the Republic from the Republicans, the Democrats, and Heartbreak of Sorosisis.
Back to the grindstone.
---
There's a new Reuters/Ipsos poll reported this morning. Mitt leads, followed by 999 Cain. But guess who's third. Guess who's ahead of Perry, Bachman, Gingrich, Santorum, and the other famous occupants of the Fox-approved neocon asylum?
Ron Paul, that's who. The crazy old doctor-coot from malarial Texas. The one who keeps yapping about the Constitution and going on and on about the necessary and useful functions of government as opposed to wholesale vote buying financed by exorbitant taxes and currency inflation.
Yes, I understand there is as much chance of Paul occupying the White House as there is of me shooting a thousand-yard Camp Perry score of of 100- 9x, offhand with my Model 94.
That ain't the point.
It took us more than two centuries to become competitors with Greece, Ireland, and Malawi as the world's most laughable economic basket case. No single politician, not even Paul is going to lead us out of the malaise in a term or two.
But an idea can, and at this horrid point in the American saga, Paul is the most effective purveyer of the underlying notion of liberty and a decent shot at general prosperity.
Send him your spare change. Wear one of his gimme hats or tees. Every time the subject comes up in your circles, politely wait your turn to speak and then explain calmly and professionally why he should get more votes. I suggest this wording:
"Because he's the only one not totally full of shit."
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 11, 2011
Re-imposing myself on the world:
1. It hurts my head to think of the big story, the U.S. Congress proposing to require China to revalue the yuan to a level we like, so:
2. I take refuge in the weather which requires a small predawn fire but which also makes a stroll around the grounds comfortable in a flannel shirt and Ron Paul gimme cap. We're short of rain. Otherwise October, 2011, has been as idyllic as an old Disney film.
3. The head cold has been made tolerable by a lifestyle adjustment. Relating to other humans exaggerates the symptoms. Relating to one's lethal instruments of doom soothes them. That explains some very clean guns in my terrorist vault and also the addition of 197 new rounds of reloaded .45 ACP (200-grain SWC, 6.x grains of Unique to drive them about 875 fps, peppy but far from max). The remaining chore is to fill the 40 rounds of .45 Colt brass I discovered. With no big bullets on hand, I'll stuff them with the 200 SWCs and enough something to make them go super-whoosh.
4. A peripheral reloading matter: I'm about out of bullet lube. That makes me wonder how I would go about acquiring the squeezings from Al Sharpton's hair.
5. (Back to 1) -- Could someone please tell the senators that there's a more logical target if they want to get all snitty about currency manipulation? Ben is handier, and, besides, he doesn't yet have his own aircraft carrier.
2. I take refuge in the weather which requires a small predawn fire but which also makes a stroll around the grounds comfortable in a flannel shirt and Ron Paul gimme cap. We're short of rain. Otherwise October, 2011, has been as idyllic as an old Disney film.
3. The head cold has been made tolerable by a lifestyle adjustment. Relating to other humans exaggerates the symptoms. Relating to one's lethal instruments of doom soothes them. That explains some very clean guns in my terrorist vault and also the addition of 197 new rounds of reloaded .45 ACP (200-grain SWC, 6.x grains of Unique to drive them about 875 fps, peppy but far from max). The remaining chore is to fill the 40 rounds of .45 Colt brass I discovered. With no big bullets on hand, I'll stuff them with the 200 SWCs and enough something to make them go super-whoosh.
4. A peripheral reloading matter: I'm about out of bullet lube. That makes me wonder how I would go about acquiring the squeezings from Al Sharpton's hair.
5. (Back to 1) -- Could someone please tell the senators that there's a more logical target if they want to get all snitty about currency manipulation? Ben is handier, and, besides, he doesn't yet have his own aircraft carrier.
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