It's a 20-mile round trip to the big city, population about 4,200.
I go there as seldom as possible, about once a month, when New Dog Libby's supply of Purina Dog Chow in an Old Roy bag gets low. While I'm at it, I do my "big" grocery shopping, a little at WalMart, most of it at a medium-box store.
It's never a particularly happy day. Virtually every trip to consumerville reveals at least one jaw-dropper. This time, at Wally's, I discovered that it is perfectly possible to buy a jug of "Sugar-Free Imitation Honey."
A man could buy that and still be permitted to vote, and if that doesn't explain the Decline of the West better than Spengler, I'll kiss your arse at high noon in a field of clover and give you an hour to buzz up a film crew.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 13, 2012
We love Brownell's and hate statism. So our moral compass is spinning.
I suppose the best we can do is take some cheap pleasure in hoplophobes' horror at this particular taxpayer handout.
I suppose the best we can do is take some cheap pleasure in hoplophobes' horror at this particular taxpayer handout.
Jun 12, 2012
The Stanley Cup
Eight days before the summer solstice, the electric teevee and all the papers are giddy about something called The Stanley Cup. For those of you whose lives have been sufficiently full without knowing what that is, it is a gimcrack given for "hockey," one of the few games in which no one has ever actually seen a goal being scored.
This mistimed irelevancy at least illustrates how badly America has strayed from the Great Cosmic Plan.
God ordained certain seasons, to wit:
June, July, August -- Baseball, with a brief extension permitting the World Series to be played in September.
September, October, November -- Football, again with a special dispensation permitting a contest on New Year's Day which must pit the champion of the Big Ten against some Left Coast pickups.
December, January , and February -- Basketball.
March, April, and May are reserved for sporting romance, the private consummations of which must be neither photographed nor televised. Its public exposure is limited to (a) planning June weddings and (b) bankrupting parents in executing said plans.
Hockey is omitted. It is not an American sport. If Los Angeles insists otherwise it simply verifies the widely held view that it is not an American city.
(If LA remains intransigent on the subject, a trade can be arranged -- the whole damned city and all of its slurbs for a couple of nice quiet lakes in Northwest Ontario. Plus a draft choice to be announced later. Perhaps...).
This mistimed irelevancy at least illustrates how badly America has strayed from the Great Cosmic Plan.
God ordained certain seasons, to wit:
June, July, August -- Baseball, with a brief extension permitting the World Series to be played in September.
September, October, November -- Football, again with a special dispensation permitting a contest on New Year's Day which must pit the champion of the Big Ten against some Left Coast pickups.
December, January , and February -- Basketball.
March, April, and May are reserved for sporting romance, the private consummations of which must be neither photographed nor televised. Its public exposure is limited to (a) planning June weddings and (b) bankrupting parents in executing said plans.
Hockey is omitted. It is not an American sport. If Los Angeles insists otherwise it simply verifies the widely held view that it is not an American city.
(If LA remains intransigent on the subject, a trade can be arranged -- the whole damned city and all of its slurbs for a couple of nice quiet lakes in Northwest Ontario. Plus a draft choice to be announced later. Perhaps...).
Jun 11, 2012
Shrewd Al Sharpton
Romney said there's only a limited amount of money available to hire teachers, cops, and firemen.
That gave Al Sharpton the theme for his daily diatribe. Sarcastically, he just asked if we really wanted to be nation of "fewer firefighters, teachers, and first responders."
Notice the omission of "police officers."
Sharpton knows his audience.
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That gave Al Sharpton the theme for his daily diatribe. Sarcastically, he just asked if we really wanted to be nation of "fewer firefighters, teachers, and first responders."
Notice the omission of "police officers."
Sharpton knows his audience.
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