Category Archives: Deep Thoughts

Deep thoughts, omphaloskepsis, and other random musings.

Rule Five Book Review Friday

Recently I had a read through J.N. Welch’s work An American Divorce: A Profound Protest Against The Politics Of Guilt And Fascism.  Thumbnail:  I wasn’t terribly impressed.  I was expecting some kind of discussion as to an actual, peaceful (more or less) dissolution of the United States, but what I got was… something else.  I nevertheless recommend anyone interested read this for yourself, rather than taking my word for it.  Selected excerpts, with my comments, follow.

One of my primary concerns with this work is that Mr. Welch seems to borrow a lot from the Left to try to hold the Republic together – and not just the moderate Left, assuming there still is such a thing, but from no less than Liawatha Warren; from a discussion of student debt on pages 122-123:

I have also been thinking about Elizabeth Warren’s “wealth tax.”  Her 2020 campaign plan was to fund Medicare-for-all by levying a tax on accumulated wealth beyond fifty million dollars.  The tax would have to be paid every year – it would not have been a one-time deal.  Warren’s proposal would have resulted in an incredible wealth transfer of over 300 billion dollars every year forward.

No, it wouldn’t have.  Setting aside for a moment that Warren’s proposal is blatantly, laughably unconstitutional – the tax would have had little effect other than to drive capital offshore.  Anyone with fifty million in accumulated wealth has more than ample resources to move that wealth into havens where the tax won’t apply.  This is a stupid idea no matter how you slice it – and unconstitutional, to boot.  Welch continues:

We’ll get back to health care in a moment, but what about the idea of taxing billionaires a one-time, after-tax hit that wipes out the student debt bubble?  I acknowledge this type of talk sounds like it is coming from a Bernie Sanders campaign rally.  But the students didn’t create the college debt problem – the adults did.  The government should never have involved themselves in student loans in the first place.  The result of politicians moving into the loan business was a big economic bubble and a diluted piece of paper.

Agree with the last two sentences.  But that’s all.  The one-time tax is still in violation of the taxing requirements in the Constitution, would still serve only to drive capital off-shore, and is a stupid, stupid idea.  And no, I don’t agree that the “students didn’t create the college debt problem.”  These “students” are adults, they signed contracts, and they should be held to those contracts that they signed of their own free will – or else our entire body of contract law means precisely jack shit.

Welch goes on to propose the theory of ‘retrenchment,’ following President Trump’s exit from the White House:

A retrenchment would mean traditional voters would formally walk away from the establishment GOP.  And they would return after they repurposed themselves into a unified movement that has the majority power, and conviction, to take the fight directly to their cancel culture foes.

We would allow the Democrats to temporarily run the national government while we worked underground to build a new and lasting movement.  This type of declaration would represent and astounding moment in American politics.  It would be the first time in the US, the people, and not the elites, completely overhauled a political party from the ground up.

Under such a retrenchment plan, building a new GOP would be prioritized over stopping progressive overreach in D.C.

There’s so much wrong with this it’s hard to know where to begin, but I’ll settle for this:  The idea of just passively allowing the current crop of Democrats to “temporarily run the national government” is just plain stupid.  We’ve already seen the lengths they are willing to go to to grab and keep power; only their razor-thin Congressional margins have kept them from outlandish acts like Puerto Rico and D.C. statehood, Imperial takeover of elections and stacking the Supreme Court.  If the GOP walked away and passively let them take over, they would arrange it so they never lost power again – and if you doubt this, take a look at California.

I read An American Divorce because I was expecting an in-depth discussion of how this might be achieved and what form it would take.  Instead I found a discussion of borrowing Leftist ideas to appease voters and surrendering control of the Imperial City to a ruthless cabal who would never surrender that control.

But by all means, read this work for yourself, and come to your own conclusions.  My opinions are, after all, worth every penny you pay for them!

 

Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

Thanks as always to The Other McCain, Whores and Ale, and Pirate’s Cove for the Rule Five links, and to our blogger pals over at The Daley Gator for the link!  As always, if I’ve missed your link somehow, let me know in the comments and I’ll add you to the weekly FMJRA (hat-tip to Robert Stacy McCain for this term.)

Now then:  I found this interesting piece by Emmett Tyrrell on the infantilization of the West, and it’s worth the read.  Excerpt:

Are you familiar with the work of professor Simon Gottschalk? I have only become familiar with his work recently, but I commend it to you. He is a professor of sociology with the University of Nevada at Las Vegas. He apparently watches a lot of television in the course of his work, and he even takes notes. He has come up with a brilliant, if alarming, insight. According to the professor, television assists in spreading the “infantilization of the West.” For instance, if you have seen a grown man wearing shorts as winter approaches, pay attention. Probably, he is carrying a bottle of water and has his baseball cap on backwards. Perhaps, he is wearing a T-shirt with an infantile declaration across the chest. If this spectacle alarms you, you probably are in Gottschalk’s camp. You certainly are in my camp.

I live in Washington D.C., and I see spectacles such as the above all the time. Since the Biden Administration settled in, I have even seen an influx of this sort of dress around the White House. In fact, I would not be surprised to see a fellow dressed like this on the very steps of the Old Executive Office Building. He probably checks his water bottle at the front door and submits his attache case for the Secret Service’s inspection. Protocols have declined in the dress code, but I assume everyone still observes security regulations. By the way, I would not be surprised to see women in the Biden White House attired in this way, too, particularly wearing their baseball caps backwards as they skip into the Oval Office. Doubtless, Gottschalk would be alarmed even if he is a Bidenite.

I hadn’t really thought about the infantilization angle but I do remember back to school nights when the kids were younger, some years ago now (our youngest is 24.) It never failed that some guy in is forties would show up in baggy shorts, white sneakers five sizes too big, an a massively oversized t-shirt.  These were the same assholes who wore sunglasses indoors and inevitably asked about five stupid questions that the person speaking had already answered, if only the idiot had been paying attention instead of looking at his phone.

Granted I dressed casually when I couldn’t avoid those things; jeans and a decent button-down shirt.  I’m a big fan of business casual when circumstances require me to go into a work site.  Around the place, I wear Duluth Trading jeans or Key hickory bib overalls for choring.

Oh, yeah, and the backwards cap.  The bill is there for a reason, stupid.

Tyrrell goes much further than clothing, particularly in advertising, citing as an example the use of cartoons to sell products to adults.

Maybe there is something to the idea of this being a symptom (probably not a cause) of infantilization.  But the cause, I think, is obvious:  We have raised several generations of the most coddled, pampered, soft-shelled, weak individuals that have ever existed in the history of mankind.  And we’re seeing the fruits of that now, as we’re well into the “weak people make hard times” phase of the historical cycle.

Animal’s Hump Day News

Happy Hump Day!

Winter’s on the way for most of the Forty-Eight.  But for us, it’s already here, and has been for some time!

First snow.

Last week saw our first significant snowfall here in the Great Land, with six inches of the white stuff landing on us Thursday and Friday.  This week it’s sunny all week, with high temps in the single digits and lows around zero.  Up here six inches of snow and single-digit temps are no big deal, mind you; this is, after all, Alaska, not Miami Beach.

With that comes shorter days, which is taking a little getting used to.  Right now it’s not really light until a bit after 0900, with the sun setting about 1600.  The next month will see some more shaved off of that, at least until the arc starts to bend back towards spring again.  But what we love about winter here is this:  The snow is a lovely, pristine white, and stays that way.  No city gunk messing up the view.  It’s like the land has pulled a clean white blanket of snow over itself, and will sleep until spring.

With that said…

On To the Links!

Will President Biden(‘s handlers) turn the U.S. military on the citizens?  And how will the military react?

It’s not so much that Democrats are engaging in “woke” stupidity.  It’s more that they’re actually incompetent.

We take our heroes where we finds ’em.

The current state of the Biden(‘s handlers) Administration.

Is President Biden(‘s handlers) the second coming of Herbert Hoover?  Well, given how things are at the moment, I wouldn’t rule it out.  Seems like lots of folks aren’t too happy about it.

More on that same note.

This is what happens when your primary criteria for a VP candidate are “brown skin and a vagina.”

Seems our ancestors took several tries at getting into Europe.

It’s not even The Police’s best song.

A meteor just gave Earth a haircut.  Yipes!

Keep your damn booger-hook off the bang-switch!  What an asshole.

No shit, Sherlock.

I’m wondering if this is the start of a trend.

Yes.

Holy crap!  A 128-foot long dinosaur.

President Biden(‘s handlers) throw Taiwan under the bus.

President Biden(‘s handlers) throw U.S. consumers under the bus.

We should all be really grateful that this asshole never ended up on the Supreme Court.

This Week’s Idiots:

The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette‘s Tony Norman is an idiot.

538’s Hakeem Jefferson and Michael Tesler are both idiots.

Jacobin’s Luke Savage is an idiot.

Paul Krugman (Repeat Offender Alert) is still a cheap partisan hack, and an idiot.

The New York TimesBryce Covert is an idiot.

The Guardian’s Ed Pilkington is an idiot.

The New Yorker’s John Cassidy is an idiot.

The Chicago Sun-Times’ Mark Brown is an idiot.

Bloomberg’s Allison Schrager is an idiot.

The Nation‘s Elie Mystal (Repeat Offender Alert) is an idiot.

Being as stupid as MSNBC’s Tiffany Cross should be physically painful.

The Nation’s Kali Holloway is an idiot.

This Week’s Cultural Edification:

Something a little different this week.

In 1998 Sunrise Inc. and director Shinichirō Watanabe released what was to be one of Japanese animation’s benchmark series:  Cowboy Bebop.  Having worked, lived in and traveled around Japan, I have a pretty good understanding on how prevalent anime is in Japanese culture, but it’s pretty damn common over here as well.  Some pretty serious work has appeared in the format, such as Mushishi, Ghost in the Shell and Spice and Wolf, but Cowboy Bebop set the standard, with well-choreographed action, good character development and an amazing soundtrack.

Now Netflix is bringing out a live-action adaptation.  I’m not sure how this will play out, but the trailer looks interesting.  We’ll see.  It starts this Friday, and I expect Mrs. Animal and yr. obdt. will be tuning in.

Animal’s Daily Parent’s Choice News

Yr. obdt. 1991

Before I start, happy and reflective Veteran’s Day to all my brothers and sisters who, like Mrs. Animal and myself, wore Uncle Sam’s colors.

Now then:  John Stossel has another piece on education, and like most of his work, it’s worth reading.  Excerpt:

As Virginia’s gubernatorial election drew to a close last week, Democrat Terry McAuliffe brought in teachers union president Randi Weingarten.

He thought that would help?

I suppose he, like many progressives, believes everyone thinks the way he does.

“I’m not going to let parents come into schools and … make their own decisions,” he’d said. “I don’t think parents should be telling schools what they should teach.”

That’s the political attitude: Government runs things. We, the experts, know what’s best. Parents as “customers” who make choices? Nonsense.

I hope his defeat means Americans are figuring out that such politicians are enemies of progress.

Years ago, I was surprised to discover that NYC’s failing public schools spent $20,000 per student. Teachers had been holding protests where they shouted: “Fund schools! We don’t have enough money!”

But they spent $20,000 (now nearly $30,000) per student! At 25 students per class, that’s $500,000 per classroom! Think what you could do with that money: hire five good teachers?

Where did the money go? No one in the bureaucracy had a good answer. Governments make money … disappear.

But these guys were hot for teacher.

My preferred answer would be, of course, to get government out of education altogether, but I can’t have that.  So Governor-elect Youngkin’s preference may not be the best of all imaginable solutions, but it may be the best of all possible solutions:  Choice.  Vouchers, or a robust charter school system.  Let a thousand flowers bloom, and yes, let parents have the final say in what their children are and aren’t learning.

Here’s the bit John Stossel misses:

Of course, some parents will make bad choices, and doom their kids to a bad education.  OK.  Explain to my how that’s my problem.  Explain to me why I should shield these people, with my tax dollars, from the consequences of their own bad decisions.

That’s the part I’d like to see John Stossel address.  I love ya, John, but you keep leaving that part out.

Rule Five Six Decades Friday

Life is full of little milestones, and sometimes some larger ones.  Tomorrow morning, at around 8:00 AM, I will reach one of those more significant milestones:  Sixty years of age.

Age sixty doesn’t carry quite the senior-citizen status it did a few years ago, although I am beginning to see some of the benefits of that status, in odd little things like breaks on theater ticket prices, the occasional ten percent off on senior days at the grocery, and so on.  Probably the most significant of these benefits is a lifetime general hunting and fishing license here in our new Alaska home, which allows me to take a wide variety of fish, small and large game, and exempts me from the King salmon stamp and state waterfowl stamp requirements.  That’s nice, but what’s a little more interesting, for me, is to look back on these last six decades.  All in all, I’ve had a good time.

Not many folks are familiar with my birthplace:  Oelwein, Iowa.  The farm my parents were working at the time is gone now, having been absorbed into a wildlife refuge.  I spent most of my youth in Blackhawk and Allamakee counties.  But that’s just location.

I was fortunate in having strong, capable parents.  My father and grandfathers, as fine a group of men as ever drew breath, taught me early on the things a man needs to know to be a man:  Courage, determination, the value of education and, more than that, knowledge.  The value of work.  From all of them I learned what it was to maintain a rural home, to raise crops and stock, to hunt, to fish, to shoot straight, to build.  The Old Man was also an artist of some repute, for years one of his paintings always was on display in his dedicated place in the Iowa state capitol.

My mother was the first to show me what unconditional love meant, and also that a woman can fill what was then the traditional home-making role while being tough and capable – certainly not oppressed by anyone.  She was, as the Old Man would have admitted, a better angler than even he, and her knowledge of northeastern Iowa wildflowers was unmatched; botany professors from universities around the Midwest brought students to our Allamakee County home to have Mom escort them through our wooded hills and hear her describe the plants that grew there.

From that foundation I’ve moved through my life.  My time in the Army changed me, as the Old Man, a World War Two veteran, and my paternal grandfather, a Great War veteran, said it would, in ways that people who have not served would not understand.  That service also led me to the single greatest blessing of my life:  My own dear Mrs. Animal, who I met during Operation Desert Storm.

The values learned in my youth served well in my civilian career:  Hard work, perseverance, reliability.  Moving into self-employment as an independent consultant re-enforced those attributes, and I have now spent over half my career as such, in contract work.  Success in such depends on reliability; being known as the guy who can get the job done, on time if not ahead of time, on budget if not under budget.  In the course of that career I’ve been to some interesting places:  Japan, China, South Africa, Germany, Ireland, as well as all over Canada, Mexico and the United States.  Some of those places (Japan) I came to love; others (China) I don’t care if I never see again.  But I wouldn’t go back and change a thing; travel gives one a lot of perspective that may be gained in no other way.

Colorado was a great place to live when I moved there in the late Eighties, and Mrs. Animal and I loved our home there, the natural beauty that state holds, and we raised our family there.  But as anyone who has long read these virtual pages are familiar with our unhappiness with the direction that state has taken as well as our ever-increasing love of the Great Land, and so as Americans have done since the Founding, we voted with our feet and made our home in Alaska, where we intend to spend the rest of our lives.

So, six decades.

I’ve always been the guy to look forward, not back.  While this milestone is one of some significance, still, there is a lot to look forward to.  In a few more years, retirement from my primary career will give me more time for other pursuits, writing, fishing, hunting, exploring the vastness of the Great Land.  All with Mrs. Animal by my side, of course.  We look forward to seeing our four daughters and (so far) six grandchildren continue down their own lives’ paths, and when possible, to welcome them as well as old friends to visit us in this place which is, for most, a once or twice in a lifetime vacation but, for us, is home.

It’s been a great ride so far.  I’ll continue to push ahead as I always have; an intelligent person, after all, should be able to live a thousand years and never run out of things to do.  As for me, I have every intention of living forever, and from my point of view, I will.

Hang in there, folks.  You ain’t seen nothing yet.

Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

Thanks as always to The Other McCain, Whores and Ale, Pirate’s Cove and Bacon Time for the Rule Five links!

So, last Saturday was a key anniversary.  Twenty years prior, a bunch of Bronze Age savages attacked America as it had never been attacked before.  On that day, the New York Fire Department and the New York Police stepped up, and did so heroically, many of them dying trying to save the lives of the innocent.  America was, for a time, united.

So what happened?

Now, today, twenty years later, we have a senile, third-rater meat-puppet President who only appears when his dementia meds are briefly moderated enough to make him coherent for a short time, so he can repeat the canned statements that some shadowy figures are “instructing” him to make.  We’ve pulled out of the third-world shithole that sponsored the 9-11 terror attacks, and allowed the Bronze Age savages who sponsored the 9-11 terror attacks to waltz back into control.  Said withdrawal, of course, being one of the worst cluster-fucks in military history, one which left hundreds of Americans and American allies behind to face the wrath of the Taliban.

The aforementioned meat-puppet President is almost daily announcing egregious violations of the Constitution that would have been unthinkable twenty years ago.  He is doing this at the behest of… somebody, because, you know, fuck the separation of powers, fuck Federalism, fuck the Constitution’s restraints on government, and fuck the autonomy of the citizenry.  His (handler’s) economic policies and the prolific spending of his socialist allies in Congress have reignited inflation the likes of which we haven’t seen in decades, and are in the attempt of doubling and tripling down with trillions – trillions of dollars of new happy-bag Free Shit giveaways.

Twenty years ago, a bunch of Bronze Age savages attacked America as it had never been attacked before.  Their goal was to bring down the nation that was a beacon of freedom and prosperity the likes of which the world had never seen.

Have they won?

Rule Five Freedom of Association Friday

I found this piece by Theodore Dalrymple at The New English Review to be an interesting take on freedom of association.  Excerpts, with my comments, follow:

Some years ago, I sat next to a pleasant Norwegian lady who had just moved to London. Her father had been against the move.

“How,” he had asked her, “can you bear to live in a fascist country in which they still permit men-only clubs?”

“And how,” I replied, “can your father bear to live in a fascist country in which men are not allowed to belong to men-only clubs?”

Unlike many modern people, the Norwegian lady saw the point: that a society in which people are not permitted to form voluntary associations whose membership they choose must be a highly dictatorial one.

But in England, a group of prominent women, including Cherie Blair, the wife of the former Prime Minister, has signed a petition to “force” the Garrick Club to admit women as members, which it has so far refused to do.

We’re seeing the same kind of agitation in the States, of course.  Busybodies want to use the political force of government to compel private clubs to admit all and sundry as members – private clubs, mind you.  Freedom of association is also freedom of disassociation, right?  But not in the eyes of people like Cherie Blair.

The Club, which is nearly two centuries old, is named after David Garrick, the famous eighteenth-century actor, and has long had theatrical and literary associations. Dickens, Thackeray and Trollope were members, for example.

The petition contains the following words: “We believe that membership of the Garrick cannot be consistent with a commitment to equality and diversity.”

This suggests to me that the women, though prominent lawyers, are not very intelligent, or at least not very careful with their words: for by definition a club is committed to inequality and, if not quite to uniformity, at least to exclusivity.

A club to which everybody could be admitted would not be a club at all, but more like a voters’ roll, a street meeting or a mass demonstration.

Leaving the liberty issues aside for a moment, how would one presume these women would be treated by the existing membership, having used the force of government to, as it were, crash the gates and force their way in?  Do they anticipate a warm welcome?

Mr. Dalrymple continues here with the really interesting bit:

The petitioners’ resentment blinds them to the obvious corollary of their complaint: women’s only clubs or associations could not exist, at least if any men wanted to join them.

According to their principle, private voluntary associations ought to be forced to accept as members anyone who felt himself to be unjustly excluded.

A Christian or Moslem club or association could not admit only Christians or Moslems, for to do so would be to discriminate on religious grounds.

A law to prevent discrimination in private associations would mean that the very idea of private associations would have no application, and a certain kind of illiberal liberalism would have achieved the point of dictatorship.

I have, however, thought of a swift remedy for the petitioners’ resentment: a two-week sojourn in Afghanistan.

That would cure these gals of a lot more than their resentment, and that’s for sure and for certain.

But that’s not the point.  A free society, one that actually realizes the goal of individual liberty, is incompatible with the kind of intrusion-by-government-force that these women propose.  In a truly free society, men are free to form or join men-only clubs, women, women-only clubs.  Christians can form clubs to admit only Christians, and so on.  That’s freedom of association, and if someone whose sex/faith/whatever falls outside of that club’s stated roster, they can always engage in another essential aspect of a free society and mind their own damn business.

And that’s the crux of the issue.  I never for the life of me will understand the compulsion some people have to be buttinskis.  So someone formed an exclusive club that you can’t join unless you have hazel eyes, or unless your last name begins with “Z.”  So what?  Form your own damn club that you can’t join unless your last name begins with “R,” and shut the hell up about what other people are doing in their private clubs, which is 1) not harming you, and is B) none of your damn business!

Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

Thanks as always to The Other McCain, Pirate’s Cove, Whores and Ale and Bacon Time for the Rule Five links, and thanks as well to our pals over at The Daley Gator for the links post linkback!

Here’s a facet of the whole Afghanistan calamity that a lot of folks may not have yet considered; the place is full of valuable and strategically important rare-earth metals, and China is in a great position to take advantage of this.  Pakistan and Russia have plans for the area, too.  None of these things are to the United States’ advantage.  Excerpt:

China is clearly positioning itself to be a major international partner to the Taliban. They could care less about human or gender rights in Afghanistan, and will only want to consolidate a dominant position in regard to the $1-2 trillion worth of rare earths — most notably lithium. As China seeks to consolidate as much control as they can over strategic supply chains for everything from microchips to electric car batteries, they want primacy in Kabul — and will be the first major nation to recognize the new regime.

For Pakistan, this is a moment of triumph. They have assiduously supported the Taliban for the past two decades, both to control terrorist groups that occasionally threaten Pakistan and to deny India a foothold in a country on the other side of their border. Closely aligned with China internationally, they will seek to partner with the Chinese in exploiting the mineral wealth and blocking India from a role with the Taliban regime. Pakistan also wants a certain level of stability to avoid mass illegal migration, something they have dealt with repeatedly from Afghanistan.

Russia has a different set of interests than the China-Pakistan axis. They seek first and foremost a stable situation that can reduce the propensity for radical Islamic terrorism exported north through the former republics of the old Soviet Union.

And while Putin is always happy to see the U.S. receive a black eye, the Russians are also hopeful that the Taliban can be encouraged to exert a higher level of control over the massive heroin production — much of which ends up in the arms of young Russians and other Europeans. Look for Russia to quickly recognize the Taliban, ignore any human or gender rights violations, and offer modest assistance in return for stability and at least some level of reduction in the narcotics trade.

Not only is this the biggest screw-up in American military history since Pickett’s Charge (which was, arguably, Lee’s charge, as he ordered it) but it’s a screw-up on the international trade scene as well.

Even without the rare-earth metals, Afghanistan is in kind of a key position; it’s nowhere, but it’s on the way to everywhere in central Asia.  And now that America, the UK and the EU nations are out of the picture, that leaves the door open for China and Russia to swing a big economic bat in the region, and believe you me, neither nation has any warm-fuzzies for the United States.

And Pakistan?  Ostensibly a U.S. “ally,” Pakistan has watched America’s disorganized assholes-and-elbows retreat from Afghanistan and is now in the position of still having a traditional enemy on one side (India) and the Taliban, who they have long supported, on the other.  And Pakistan has nuclear weapons.

The world is now looking at the United States and seeing it as the image of its “leader” – weak, feckless, incoherent and doddering.  And nothing good for us will come of that.

Animal’s Hump Day News

Happy Hump Day!

It’s a lovely time of year up here in the Great Land.  As we move into August, the leaves on the birches, poplars and alders around the place are turning from the bright green of spring and early summer to the darker green of late summer, and in a few places there is a bit of yellow starting to creep in.

Alaska fireweed

Meanwhile, the fireweed is growing up thick and fast everywhere.  Mrs. Animal is starting to gather the blossoms for fireweed jelly.  Fireweed grows pretty much everywhere up here.  It takes its name from being the first plants to move in to burn sites, and in late summer it turns all the roadsides this lovely purple.  We have quite a bit of it around the edges of the yard.  I’d like to get some Indian Paintbrush and some Forget-Me-Nots planted as well.

In another week or two, the berry season starts.  Alaska just continues to prove itself better and better.

And so…

On To the Links!

Not just mayoral politics.

A trillion here, a trillion there, and pretty soon you’re talking about real money.  And a metric buttload of inflation.

The Ginsu missile.  It slices!  It dices!  It even makes Julienne fries!

RIP, Dusty Hill.

RIP, Ron Popeil.  Two great Americans gone.

Where have we heard this before?

No.  No, they won’t be legal.

It looks like Liz Cheney is on her way out.  Now if we can just manage to dump Murkowski up here.

Dirty Business: China’s Dominant Coal-Fired Solar Panel Industry Belches More Net Carbon Than Oil or Gas.  But hey, go on feeling great about those solar panels!

National treasure Dr. Victor Davis Hanson nails it again.

Stupid ideas are stupid.  Film at eleven.
The Space Race Among Billionaires Is Just Beginning.   Good!  Let them compete.  I’ve always said that the next big breakthroughs in space exploration will (and should) come from the private sector.

This last Monday from our good friend and fellow blogger Jillian Becker:  A Reign of Stupidity.   Go read it all, but here’s my favorite bit:

Now, in America, under a leftist Democrat federal government – the stupidest government the republic has ever had with a doofus gone senile for a president, a cackling fool for a vice president, a childishly vindictive harpy for speaker of the House, all supported by mass media staffed with parrots and toadies – generations are being raised to be ignorant and dumb. Illiteracy and innumeracy will be conditions of honor; ability, talent, mastery, mere proofs of “white privilege” and “white supremacist” ambition.

This is why Jillian’s blog is on my daily reading list.

Boy, karma is a real bitch, ain’t it?  Honestly, though, I wish Ms. Griffin a speedy and complete recovery – because that’s what decent people do.

No shit, Sherlock.

California just keeps on fucking up.

Dolly Parton is and always has been a class act.

Team DeSantis nails it.

It’s hard to see how Governor Andrew Dice Cuomo can slime his way out of this one, but then, he has a “D” after this name, so…  Then again, lots of people are calling for his resignation – including one incoherent senile old fart.

You know what they say about blind hogs and acorns.  As for Cuomo:  It couldn’t happen to a more deserving asshole.  Seriously, fuck that guy.

Fuck you, cut spending.

This Week’s Idiots:

CNN’s David Perry is an idiot.

CNN’s Stephen Collinson is also an idiot.  Beginning to see a pattern here?

Slate‘s Adam Sobel is an idiot.

The New York TimesAtossa Araxia Abrahamian is an idiot.

The New York Times’ Charles Blow (Repeat Offender Alert) is also an idiot.  Seeing another pattern?

The New Yorker‘s Mike Giglio is an idiot.

Maureen Dowd is an idiot.

DC Mayor Muriel Bowser is a hypocrite, and an idiot.

The Hill‘s Albert Hunt is an idiot.

The Miami Herald‘s Leonard Pitts is an idiot.

Maxine Waters (Moron – CA) is and always has been an idiot.

MSNBC’s Hayes Brown (Repeat Offender Alert) is an idiot.

This Week’s Cultural Edification:

One of, if not the best female vocalist alive today is Mary Fahl, formerly the lead singer of the 90s alternative band October Project.  Mary has had a modest solo career since leaving OP, mostly playing small venues around the country and releasing a few albums.  Mrs. Animal and I have seen her live twice, and it’s neat; she played both times to audiences of less than a hundred people, and stayed afterwards to chat with members of the audience.

It’s important to note that Mary has had not one day of formal training.  Just a lot of practice and natural talent.

She also does larger shows, such as one of her live albums recorded at New York’s Mauch Chunk Opera House.  Here, from that show, is the closing number, Be My Hero.  Enjoy.

Goodbye, (Red White and) Blue Monday

Goodbye, (Red White and) Blue Monday!

Thanks as always to The Other McCain, Pirate’s Cove, Bacon Time and Whores and Ale for the Rule Five links!

No news today, just a few notes.  It was kind of a dreary Fourth, but Willow had a small parade, which went off with enthusiasm.  People up here celebrate Independence Day with gusto.

Today is, again, kind of dreary.  Figures, as we had a beautiful sunny week leading up to the weekend, that a rainy spell would set in.  But that’s Alaska for you.

And on that note – I’m off to enjoy the day, reflect a little bit on the Declaration that this day commemorates, and the two ancestors of mine and the one of Mrs. Animal’s that signed it.  Regular posts resume tomorrow.   Enjoy the day, Americans – it’s our day.