Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
It seems their farming equipment, especially tractors, would often break down. Or they'd run out of gas and the farmers would have no money to buy more.
Their solution? Hitch a couple of cows to the front of the tractor and keep on plowing.
This struck me as remarkably inefficient. Surely, someone could come up with an adaptor of some sort that would allow the cows to pull the plow directly, without the extra weight of the tractor.
I underestimated the ability of socialism to crush innovation, I guess.
Now, fast-forward a quarter century or so, and we here in the United States have situations such as this, in which a heroic public official will not be thwarted by the range limitations of fuel-cell technology:
[Congressman] Massa [D-N.Y.] drove one fuel cell car while a hybrid SUV
towing an additional SUV followed along. Once he got half way, he switched to
new fuel cell car. The empty fuel cell was then towed back by the first SUV. As
he continued on his journey, the second SUV followed. Once Massa arrived in DC,
the second SUV then towed the second fuel cell car back to NY.
If we HAVE to have caps on greenhouse-gas emissions, I say we start with putting them on dumbass publicity stunts.
Print this out and give it to them.
[H/T 2 my friend R.]
My question is, how much did this little stunt cost taxpayers? And for what purpose, so Obama could use the picture of Air Force One with the Statue of Liberty in the background in campaign ads in 2012?
And if I might ask a follow-up, Mr. Gibbs, why hasn't whoever ultimately authorized this maneuver been fired?
This goes under "How much did this cost taxpayers, Part 2?"
Monday, April 27, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
I was planning what I wanted to post today, and while mulling over Borg Queen Obama a seemingly random memory popped into my head. A quote, I think to my friend Max, in high school or maybe my brief stint at a Government Higher Indoctrination Center.
A simple observation:
"Dogs are glad to see YOU; Cats are glad that YOU see THEM."
I've revisited this once or twice over the decades, and come up with an expansion.
"Dogs are glad for themselves to see you; cats may be genuinely glad for YOU that you see them."
Suddenly, my muse vomited the following on my head.
Obama is a cat. He thinks so highly of himself that he honestly believes he is doing us a favor by letting us bask in his presence. Our President, my friends, is a cat.
Which explains why it took him a lifetime to get a dog.
And why he is so often found sitting on the floor, one leg hiked straight up in the air, cleaning his butt with his tongue.
I just hope he doesn't spray the furniture.
Remember the hell Nancy Reagan caught for buying some drapes and dinnerware? Borg Queen Obama, against the will of Congress, decides to renovate the Washington mall at a minimum cost of $55 million (They, those monuments to Obama's narcissism, such as the "People's Garden," aren't gonna build themselves), then plans to embark on a self-congratulatory joyride in Air Force One to celebrate his first 100 days in office.
But hey, how do you* complain about THIS frivolous use of taxpayer money when you let him get by with that little jaunt to Denver for a photo-op without so much as a peep?
You want to save money, Mr. President? Then put a boot on one of the tires of that plane, and don't take it off without the permission of the minority party.
* - And by "you," I mean YOU, Lapdog Media!
Part of that is addressing my 9/11 Cable News Syndrome, which manifests itself in a need to know EVERYthing that's happening THE MOMENT it happens. I've resolved to refrain from turning on the TV (and the VCR, with which I change the channel) until at least 2 PM every day.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Attorney General Janet Reno ordered the final assault, knowing at least 25 children were still inside. On April 19, 1993, CEV tanks began pounding holes in the walls and structures at Mount Carmel Center, pumping in CS gas. While armored combat vehicles rammed and rocked entire buildings, spitting nauseating tear gas into rooms containing babies, FBI agent Byron Sage shouted over loudspeakers, "This is not an assault! Do not shoot. We are not entering your compound." Ambulances and local hospitals had been put on alert, and agents continued to call out, "You are responsible for your own actions. Come out now and you will not be harmed." Sheila Martin's husband Wayne called 911 and pleaded, "Call them off -- there are women and children in here!" When the Davidians began firing in self-defense at the building-crunching tanks, federal agents became indiscriminate in spewing clouds of tear gas anywhere they could, irrespective of where women and children might have gathered for safety. Many had gone to a second-story location from which there was no exit.
The Compound exploded and all but nine inside perished.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
And then the morning you plan to post it on Blogger, you can't remember what it was because you can't think over the ZZ Top playing on the radio?