"Only there," a guy is tempted to say. But who the Hell knows what might be lurking in the pointy little political hackheads of, say, San Francisco?
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The bill would require that the costumed (street) performers be licensed and go through a background check.
I once endured a long layover at La Guardia and took a shuttle into Manhattan for a looksee. On my way from a lengthy Montana political gig, I wore Levis, a largish buckle on the tooled leather, a snap-button ranch shirt, and "cowboy" boots. (You learn to dress local in that racket.) If, God forbid, I should do it again, "You're busted. You have the right to remain .... The charge is imitating Walt Coogan without a license."
The wit-free councilman ramrodding the dress-code decree is Mickey Mouse. No. Wait. I mean Dan Garodnick. Dan frets because. "There have been a number of troublesome incidents involving costumed figures who try to make a living by charming tourists."
And just what are these egregious acts requiring suspension of probably a half-dozen basic human and Constitutional rights?
As AP has it, "They include a person dressed as Super Mario who was accused of groping a woman. This criminalizes walking Gotham streets dressed up as Joe Biden.
"And an Elmo figure pleaded guilty to disorderly conduct after unleashing an anti-Semitic tirade."
Or, in other words, pretending to be the Rev. Mr. Jesse (Hymietown) Jackson.
Jul 10, 2014
Jun 29, 2014
The New Caliphate
A tragic thing. Over all these years of desert war, none of us has ever thought to remind our American government that spending young blood and vast treasure in the Middle East was merely another stupid attempt to police religious wars and tribal spats of 1,500 years standing.
Perhaps our leaders in Washington might re-deliver their inspirational Arab Spring speeches of a couple years back. Just, you know, to make certain we don't lose confidence in their wisdom and foresight.
Perhaps our leaders in Washington might re-deliver their inspirational Arab Spring speeches of a couple years back. Just, you know, to make certain we don't lose confidence in their wisdom and foresight.
Jun 28, 2014
Out of Africa
Our friend Wouter down in Cape Town offers as cogent a take on World War 1 in 300 words or less as you are likely to find anywhere. Besides, if you click his link "gun" you'll get nice little assortment of vintage eye candy in various calibers.
Jun 25, 2014
No, it is economics where truth is the first casualty
Here's a good place to expose the fairy tale tellers such as Janet Yellin, Barack Obama, and most every politician and professional economist in thrall to government in one way or another.
It is a daily Wall Street Journal feature reporting cash prices for about every basic item that folks buy and sell. They are not futures, not speculation about what a thing might be worth next month; they are cash-on-the-barrel-head wholesale prices representing actual sales, actual deliveries in return for a handful of Federal Reserve Cartoons.
Edible tallow was 39 cents a pound yesterday, nice white grease the same. Gold bullion at $1324.60 per troy ounce. A nice young chicken carcass, ready for your broiler, was $1.114 a pound.
And to get to life's basic necessities, lead solder traded hands at $1.31 a pound. (Which, for you non-reloaders, is about 7000 grains or roughly 35 200-grain semi-wadcutters for your 1911A1.)
This isn't pure lead. It is some sort of solder alloy, but that is beside the point because it is decidedly leadish and we're interested only in comparing real prices with government fairy tales, the chief of which are its "tame" inflation nonsense and Fed promises that it will continue to regulate its printing presses to max out inflation at 2 per cent.
Back to the WSJ chart. That lead sold one year ago yesterday for $1.22 a pound. Subtract and divide and discover that lead is up 7 per cent in 12 months.
I'm cherry picking only slightly. Grains are down substantially, for instance, but that probably reflects the decline of the ethanol-thug subsidies more than any real market force.
The chicken? Up about 6 per cent. Butter up 56 per cent. And let's not depress ourselves with pork and beef. If you're looking for stability and "affordability," I can recommend only the tallow and grease which are actually a penny or two cheaper over the year. And burlap, down from about 41 cents a yard to 39. Chow down. Get yourself a nice new wardrobe.
Ma Joad, in the box car East of Eden where survival was measured in the ounces of fried dough still possible: We got enough grease for two more days.
Two per cent inflation? It is Grimm, a yarn with all the credibility and integrity of Bush II in 2003, under the Abe Lincoln banner, about Iraq's glorious future as the Peoria of the Middle East: "Mission Accomplished."
It is a daily Wall Street Journal feature reporting cash prices for about every basic item that folks buy and sell. They are not futures, not speculation about what a thing might be worth next month; they are cash-on-the-barrel-head wholesale prices representing actual sales, actual deliveries in return for a handful of Federal Reserve Cartoons.
Edible tallow was 39 cents a pound yesterday, nice white grease the same. Gold bullion at $1324.60 per troy ounce. A nice young chicken carcass, ready for your broiler, was $1.114 a pound.
And to get to life's basic necessities, lead solder traded hands at $1.31 a pound. (Which, for you non-reloaders, is about 7000 grains or roughly 35 200-grain semi-wadcutters for your 1911A1.)
This isn't pure lead. It is some sort of solder alloy, but that is beside the point because it is decidedly leadish and we're interested only in comparing real prices with government fairy tales, the chief of which are its "tame" inflation nonsense and Fed promises that it will continue to regulate its printing presses to max out inflation at 2 per cent.
Back to the WSJ chart. That lead sold one year ago yesterday for $1.22 a pound. Subtract and divide and discover that lead is up 7 per cent in 12 months.
I'm cherry picking only slightly. Grains are down substantially, for instance, but that probably reflects the decline of the ethanol-thug subsidies more than any real market force.
The chicken? Up about 6 per cent. Butter up 56 per cent. And let's not depress ourselves with pork and beef. If you're looking for stability and "affordability," I can recommend only the tallow and grease which are actually a penny or two cheaper over the year. And burlap, down from about 41 cents a yard to 39. Chow down. Get yourself a nice new wardrobe.
Ma Joad, in the box car East of Eden where survival was measured in the ounces of fried dough still possible: We got enough grease for two more days.
Two per cent inflation? It is Grimm, a yarn with all the credibility and integrity of Bush II in 2003, under the Abe Lincoln banner, about Iraq's glorious future as the Peoria of the Middle East: "Mission Accomplished."
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