A moonbat fantasy. A compendium of fantasies, actually… it’s the whole nine yards. I’ll hand it to ‘em: this parody is VERY good. The print edition had to be pretty slick if it was half as accurate in the “look and feel” department as the ersatz web site is. Even the real NYT took note. Refresh the page a couple of times when (if) you go and pay attention to the faux ads in the lower right column… they’re howlers. Unless you’re of the Leftish persuasion, of course. In which case… there’s nothing funny about ‘em at all… just truth, as you know would like it.
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Do you use SiteMeter?If so… do you remember the gnashing and thrashing when they cut over to the “new and improved” SiteMeter that WASN’T?Wanna have some input on their latest proposed updates?You can test drive mock-ups of various reports and provide feedback to the development team by taking their survey here (you’ll need your SiteMeter ID handy).I think I spent maybe 20 minutes taking the survey… and I’m happy to report the new stuff looks pretty good.Much better than the flaming pile o’ crap they tried to roll out last September.I could live with it.
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Today’s Pics… or Broadening Our Horizons, Part Deux.The pics above were taken just before I grabbed up all the important bits and hit the verandah for Happy Hour yesterday afternoon. The last pic is a close up of one of my favorite beer vessels... purloined from the quintessential dive bar... and the very act of drinking from it makes me think of many, many good times, Gentle Reader.
But we digress. Some time ago I said I wanted to try Budweiser’s new American Ale once it became available in this part o’ the world.Well… it’s here in P-Ville and a sixer of same resides in my fridge.Check that: four bottles remain in my fridge after yesterday’s Happy Hour.The verdict: it’s not bad.You’re an astute person, Gentle Reader, if you think “not bad” is damning American Ale with faint praise.American Ale earns a passing grade with me, but only just barely.The folks at Beer Advocate have a higher opinion of the brew (collectively and on average) than I do.Witness:
That’s a pretty high grade! I’d give the beer a grade of “C.” Average, in other words… nothing special and nothing to write home about, but most definitely better than run-of-the-mill Bud. (Ed: Nothing to write home about? So why are you writing?) The beer is lovely to look at (I love the red-copper color and the way it positively shines in strong light), has a great malty aroma, but lacks substance… at least as I define substance. Overall it seems a little watery on the palette, and I prefer stronger tasting ales. Trippel, 1554, and Fat Tire are in absolutely NO danger of being replaced as the Beers of Choice here at El Casa Móvil De Pennington.
SAN FRANCISCO — There is a new common symptom of the flu, in addition to the usual aches, coughs, fevers and sore throats. Turns out a lot of ailing Americans enter phrases like “flu symptoms” into Google and other search engines before they call their doctors.
That simple act, multiplied across millions of keyboards in homes around the country, has given rise to a new early warning system for fast-spreading flu outbreaks, called Google Flu Trends.
Tests of the new Web tool from Google.org, the company’s philanthropic unit, suggest that it may be able to detect regional outbreaks of the flu a week to 10 days before they are reported by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.
In early February, for example, the C.D.C. reported that the flu cases had recently spiked in the mid-Atlantic states. But Google says its search data show a spike in queries about flu symptoms two weeks before that report was released. Its new service at google.org/flutrends analyzes those searches as they come in, creating graphs and maps of the country that, ideally, will show where the flu is spreading.
There are caveats and discussions/explanations on related issues (e.g., how Google addresses privacy concerns) at the link, but overall? “Flutrends” is an imaginative and useful application of technology.
(Flu virus image from National Geographic.com... where there's more great flu-related photography.)
(Ed note: Originally posted yesterday (11/11/2008)… but the post formatting was hosed and screwed up the blog for Internet Exploder users. Revised and reposted today; I removed yesterday's badly formatted post.
And Andy... I apologize, but your comments to yesterday's post are gone along with the offending post.)
An appropriate post for Veterans Day. Sent by SN1 this morning…more pics from the AOR.Captions as provided by SN1.
These are some of my troops…
MSgt Gena Harris on the right is the base engine manager, me, TSgt Jocelyn StDenis is the wing scheduler, TSgt Timmy Waters is a C-130 analyst, SMSgt Clark Sato is my superintendent, and TSgt Roger Perry is my wing analyst.
We’re in front of the Army “Hunter.” Crazy little airplane…toylike…
A bunch of MRAPs…About which SN1 sez:“We had a Veteran’s Day “Capabilities Display” over here…it was fun to walk around and see a couple of the interesting things the Army has going on…”Note the “photography restrictions” poster in front of the MRAP on the left.I couldn’t read the print in the large version of this photo, but the restrictions look pretty extensive!
And finally... this pic was taken by one of Buck's co-workers: Sunrise at Balad. Pretty nice, innit?
A Proclamation by the President of the United States of America
On Veterans Day, we pay tribute to the service and sacrifice of the men and women who in defense of our freedom have bravely worn the uniform of the United States.
From the fields and forests of war-torn Europe to the jungles of Southeast Asia, from the deserts of Iraq to the mountains of Afghanistan, brave patriots have protected our Nation's ideals, rescued millions from tyranny, and helped spread freedom around the globe. America's veterans answered the call when asked to protect our Nation from some of the most brutal and ruthless tyrants, terrorists, and militaries the world has ever known. They stood tall in the face of grave danger and enabled our Nation to become the greatest force for freedom in human history. Members of the Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines, and Coast Guard have answered a high calling to serve and have helped secure America at every turn.
Our country is forever indebted to our veterans for their quiet courage and exemplary service. We also remember and honor those who laid down their lives in freedom's defense. These brave men and women made the ultimate sacrifice for our benefit. On Veterans Day, we remember these heroes for their valor, their loyalty, and their dedication. Their selfless sacrifices continue to inspire us today as we work to advance peace and extend freedom around the world.
With respect for and in recognition of the contributions our service members have made to the cause of peace and freedom around the world, the Congress has provided (5 U.S.C. 6103(a)) that November 11 of each year shall be set aside as a legal public holiday to honor America's veterans.
NOW, THEREFORE, I, GEORGE W. BUSH, President of the United States of America, do hereby proclaim November 11, 2008, as Veterans Day and urge all Americans to observe November 9 through November 15, 2008, as National Veterans Awareness Week. I encourage all Americans to recognize the bravery and sacrifice of our veterans through ceremonies and prayers. I call upon Federal, State, and local officials to display the flag of the United States and to support and participate in patriotic activities in their communities. I invite civic and fraternal organizations, places of worship, schools, businesses, unions, and the media to support this national observance with commemorative expressions and programs.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this thirty-first day of October, in the year of our Lord two thousand eight, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and thirty-third.
GEORGE W. BUSH
Note 1: You can read the original Veterans Day Proclamation issued by President Eisenhower in 1954 here.
Note 2: Downloadable files of the official 2008 Veterans Day poster are available at the Department of Veterans Affairs web site (in various resolutions, up to an image suitable for printing at 11 x 14 inches, 300dpi).
Note 3: Sticky post (remains on top all day)... scroll down for updates.
A lot of folks… me included… typically respond with “Who gives a shit?” when Euro-Weenies opine on American politics. But there ARE exceptions to the “Who gives a shit?” rule, especially when it comes to the Brits. It’s that “special relationship” in play, in large part, and the fact that the Brits tend to look at America and see the best in us, rather than the worst (other Europeans do, too, although they’re in the minority on “the continent”). One such exception appears in today’s Daily Mail, under the heading of “The night we waved goodbye to America… our last best hope on earth.” Excerpts:
Anyone would think we had just elected a hip, skinny and youthful replacement for God, with a plan to modernise Heaven and Hell – or that at the very least John Lennon had come back from the dead.
The swooning frenzy over the choice of Barack Obama as President of the United States must be one of the most absurd waves of self-deception and swirling fantasy ever to sweep through an advanced civilisation. At least Mandela-worship – its nearest equivalent – is focused on a man who actually did something.
I really don’t see how the Obama devotees can ever in future mock the Moonies, the Scientologists or people who claim to have been abducted in flying saucers. This is a cult like the one which grew up around Princess Diana, bereft of reason and hostile to facts.
It already has all the signs of such a thing. The newspapers which recorded Obama’s victory have become valuable relics. You may buy Obama picture books and Obama calendars and if there isn’t yet a children’s picture version of his story, there soon will be.
Proper books, recording his sordid associates, his cowardly voting record, his astonishingly militant commitment to unrestricted abortion and his blundering trip to Africa, are little-read and hard to find.
If you can believe that this undistinguished and conventionally Left-wing machine politician is a sort of secular saviour, then you can believe anything. He plainly doesn’t believe it himself. His cliche-stuffed, PC clunker of an acceptance speech suffered badly from nerves. It was what you would expect from someone who knew he’d promised too much and that from now on the easy bit was over.
He needn’t worry too much. From now on, the rough boys and girls of America’s Democratic Party apparatus, many recycled from Bill Clinton’s stained and crumpled entourage, will crowd round him, to collect the rich spoils of his victory and also tell him what to do, which is what he is used to.
Dang.That’s harsh. Author Peter Hitchens (Christopher Hitchens' brother, oddly enough) goes on at some length, and his op-ed is pretty much on the money, for the most part.I tend to disagree with his evaluation of The One’s acceptance speech, but NOT with his views on The One’s qualifications for office. I’m also in semi-agreement with his views on how things are likely to unfold in an Obama administration, but less so with his gloomy outlook on what this all means.Peter Hitchens delivery tends to be a little hyperbolic, but he does articulate my objections to The One fairly accurately.The op-ed is worth a read.
Let us bend over and kiss our ass goodbye. Our 28-year conservative opportunity to fix the moral and practical boundaries of government is gone--gone with the bear market and the Bear Stearns and the bear that's headed off to do you-know-what in the woods on our philosophy.
An entire generation has been born, grown up, and had families of its own since Ronald Reagan was elected. And where is the world we promised these children of the Conservative Age? Where is this land of freedom and responsibility, knowledge, opportunity, accomplishment, honor, truth, trust, and one boring hour each week spent in itchy clothes at church, synagogue, or mosque? It lies in ruins at our feet, as well it might, since we ourselves kicked the shining city upon a hill into dust and rubble. The progeny of the Reagan Revolution will live instead in the universe that revolves around Hyde Park.
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It's not hard to move a voting bloc. And it should be especially easy to move voters to the right. Sensible adults are conservative in most aspects of their private lives. If this weren't so, imagine driving on I-95: The majority of drivers are drunk, stoned, making out, or watching TV, while the rest are trying to calculate the size of their carbon footprints on the backs of Whole Foods receipts while negotiating lane changes.
People are even more conservative if they have children. Nobody with kids is a liberal, except maybe one pothead in MarinCounty. Everybody wants his or her children to respect freedom, exercise responsibility, be honest, get educated, have opportunities, and own a bunch of guns. (The last is optional and includes, but is not limited to, me, my friends in New Hampshire, and Sarah Palin.)
Reagan managed to reach out to blue collar whites. But there his reach stopped, leaving many people on our side, but barely knowing it. There are enough yarmulkes among the neocons to show that Jews are not immune to conservatism. Few practicing Catholics vote Democratic anymore except in Massachusetts where they put something in the communion wafers. When it comes to a full-on, hemp-wearing, kelp-eating, mandala-tatted, fool-coifed liberal with socks in sandals, I have never met a Muslim like that or a Chinese and very few Hispanics. No U.S. immigrants from the Indian subcontinent fill that bill (the odd charlatan yogi excepted), nor do immigrants from Africa, Eastern Europe, or East Asia. And Japanese tourists may go so far as socks in sandals, but their liberal nonsense stops at the ankles.
We have all of this going for us, worldwide. And yet we chose to deliver our sermons only to the faithful or the already converted. Of course the trailer park Protestants yell "Amen." If you were handling rattlesnakes and keeping dinosaurs for pets, would you vote for the party that gets money from PETA?
In how many ways did we fail conservatism? And who can count that high? Take just one example of our unconserved tendency to poke our noses into other people's business: abortion. Democracy--be it howsoever conservative--is a manifestation of the will of the people. We may argue with the people as a man may argue with his wife, but in the end we must submit to the fact of being married. Get a pro-life friend drunk to the truth-telling stage and ask him what happens if his 14-year-old gets knocked up. What if it's rape? Some people truly have the courage of their convictions. I don't know if I'm one of them. I might kill the baby. I will kill the boy.
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But are we men and women of principle? And I don't mean in the matter of tricky and private concerns like gay marriage. Civil marriage is an issue of contract law. A constitutional amendment against gay marriage? I don't get it. How about a constitutional amendment against first marriages? Now we're talking. No, I speak, once again, of the geological foundations of conservatism.
Where was the meum and the tuum in our shakedown of Washington lobbyists? It took a Democratic majority in the House of Representatives 40 years--from 1954 to 1994--to get that corrupt and arrogant. And we managed it in just 12. (Who says Republicans don't have much on the ball?)
Our attitude toward immigration has been repulsive. Are we not pro-life? Are not immigrants alive? Unfortunately, no, a lot of them aren't after attempting to cross our borders. Conservative immigration policies are as stupid as conservative attitudes are gross. Fence the border and give a huge boost to the Mexican ladder industry. Put the National Guard on the Rio Grande and know that U.S. troops are standing between you and yard care. George W. Bush, at his most beneficent, said if illegal immigrants wanted citizenship they would have to do three things: Pay taxes, learn English, and work in a meaningful job. Bush doesn't meet two out of three of those qualifications. And where would you rather eat? At a Vietnamese restaurant? Or in the Ayn Rand Café? Hey, waiter, are the burgers any good? Atlas shrugged. (We would, however, be able to have a smoke at the latter establishment.)
Those are lengthy excerpts from an article that is long, and I’ve barely scratched the surface.Yes, the article is long, but more importantly… it’s GOOD.I don’t believe I’ve read a more perceptive (and humorous) catalog of conservative failings… ever.There’s more than one reason I claim P.J. as one of my favorite authors… not the least of which is his sense of humor… but I love him primarily because of his sensibilities and his uncanny ability to put his finger directly on the pulse of sensible conservatives. “Sensible conservatives,” of course, is defined at El Casa Móvil De Pennington as me and those who think like me.My tongue isn’t completely in my cheek as I write this, ya know. I've been having friendly discussions (heh) with other, more strident conservatives in this space throughout the election season. To no avail, mostly.
I know a lot of folks who visit EIP don’t chase all the links I post. We all have limits on our time… understood. But if you read anything I link at all, then please read this. Especially if you claim to be a conservative… and even if you’re not (Lori!). You may disagree with O’Rourke in the end, but I’ll wager he’ll give you a LOT to think about.
Today’s Pics… or Broadening Our Horizons, Part Deux. The pics above were taken just before I grabbed up all the important bits and hit the verandah for Happy Hour yesterday afternoon. The last pic is a close up of one of my favorite beer vessels... purloined from the quintessential dive bar... and the very act of drinking from it makes me think of many, many good times, Gentle Reader.
Today’s Pics… or Broadening Our Horizons, Part Deux. The pics above were taken just before I grabbed up all the important bits and hit the verandah for Happy Hour yesterday afternoon. The last pic is a close up of one of my favorite beer vessels... purloined from the quintessential dive bar... and the very act of drinking from it makes me think of many, many good times, Gentle Reader.
