Driving us nuts

This is a typically excellent piece on congressional skullduggery from Investor’s Business Daily, with the best head I’ve seen in a while:

Flying Miss Nancy

By INVESTOR’S BUSINESS DAILY | Posted Wednesday, August 05, 2009 4:20 PM PT

Washington: The Democrat-controlled House wants to buy nearly $200 million worth of private jets so lawmakers and a few high-level bureaucrats can travel in style. We truly have an imperial Congress.

As radio man Mark Levin said last night, if you’re looking for a missing birth certificate, look for Pelosi’s.  She may be an alien.  He let it go at that, but I thought right away of space alien.  Her eyes go pop in the night, right?

Nancy_Pelosi_Botox_Smile

Those airplanes, by the way?

The taxpayer money the House plans to spend is to be used to buy three Gulfstream G550s at roughly $65 million each. These are long-range business jets with large, palatial interiors and three temperature zones. Company literature says the “impeccably equipped cabin” of a G550 offers “best-in-class comforts” and can be configured “with up to four living areas.”

They would pretend they are CEOs.

Members of congress blasted the CEOs of the nation’s big 3 automakers for their use of luxury jets several months ago. 

But . . .  (see above) 

 

 

 

Anguish about being liked

Liz Cheney:

To survive as a nation, our President can’t function as a disinterested international arbitrator. He can’t attempt to stand above America and our enemies. In other words, America needs a Commander in Chief, not a Global Community Organizer.

If he returned to Saul “Hardball” Alinsky dealing with domestic capitalistic leaders, he would learn how to deal with international bad guys.  Trouble is, he’s been raised on thinking we’re them.

Detective Blogger at work

At Ridgeland pool (not Rehm), they give everyone a wrist band to i-d you beyond the ticket counter. Why? Because some have been sneaking in — not at Rehm apparently and (I say) not septuagenarian season-pass-holders. I dump mine at the first trash receptacle, but kids don’t, I presume, lest they be nailed for sneakers-in.

They climb over the fence, I have thought, the sneakers-in. Ridgeland has one that is reachable from atop heavy trash containers at its southeast corner, where Ridgeland Avenue meets the viaduct.

I was wrong, and clapped my forehead in amazement at my own stupidity in the matter: they get in through the northwest entrance, to the jumbo-size indoor soccer field, where kids are trooping in and out all the time, and soccer-camp (or other) counselors can hardly keep track.

This I realized today, seeing a boy 11 or 12 years old slip into the near-empty locker room as I was finishing dressing, 2 p.m. or so. He took in the scene as soon as he entered, then tried out his way to the pool through the shower area.

A few minutes later, after I looked over the soccer field and far entrance, I spotted him and two buddies confabbing at the locker-room door, none of them wrist-banded.  The only way would have been through that soccer-field door.

It’s easy if you know how.

When J. Swift got his Irish up . . .

Next time you’re really mad at Congress, read what Jonathan Swift wrote about the Irish Parliament in 1736:

Let them, when they once get in,
Sell the nation for a pin;
While they sit a picking straws,
Let them rave at making laws,

While they never hold their tongue,
Let them dabble in their dung:
Let them form a grand committee,
How to plague and starve the city;
Let them stare, and storm, and frown
When they see a clergy gown

Let them, ere they crack a louse,
Call for th’ orders of the house

Let them, with their gosling quills,
Scribble senseless heads of bills ;
We may, while they strain their throats,
Wipe our arses with their votes.

That’s from “The Legion Club.”  The big Protestant landowners were cheating the Church of Ireland (Anglican) clergy of their due, hence the “clergy gown” reference. 

“Crack a louse” is to smash it after picking it — off one’s head, for instance.  For us maybe “pick a nose.”

Read the rest of it here, p. 547 ff.

Near beer

Go here for very pungent assessment of last night’s agree-to-disagree summit at which the president drank Bud Lite:

Absolute crap beer for an absolute Bullshit moment. This fine Teaching moment on race( brought to you by the Jackson Family Budweiser Distributorship) , like Obama’s Philadelphia Thigh Tingler, where Reverend Wright’s idiocies became America’s problem, because Young Barry dug his creed, is pure bullshit and yet another nuanced way to avoid a problem of his own making for Barack Obama – not President Obama – Barack Obama – the guy who can not admit a mistake.

Also very good on the main subject, beer.  Am keeping cans of Milwaukee’s Best in the fridge door these days.  Few months back, I kept High Life quarts next to the milk, which in my golden years I find myself drinking more of — the milk, I mean.

What this tells you is that while I too abhor Lite, I do not relish the richer non-U.S. stuff, which I find harder to digest.  My delicate stomach, you know, especially at risk in these days of O. in the W.H.

Are they black or white?

The woman whose report of a possible house break-in led to the arrest of Harvard professor Henry Louis Gates Jr. said she never mentioned race during her 911 call and is “personally devastated’’ by media accounts that suggest she placed the call because the men she observed on the porch were black, according to a lawyer acting as her spokeswoman.

She couldn’t tell.

[She] saw the backs of both men and did not know their race when she called 911, said Wendy J. Murphy, a Boston lawyer from New England School of Law. [She] phoned police, Murphy said, because she was aware of recent break-ins in the area.

But the 911 operator would have asked if he or she were worth his or her salt.  [911 tape is out: he did ask, “white, black, or hispanic,” she thought one maybe hispanic, wasn’t sure, couldn’t say about the other]  In Oak Park they ask, as they should.  They don’t want to go looking for a black if a white did it, which they would do, considering the near universal blackness of such perps in Oak Park, most but not all being spillovers from the Austin (city) neighborhood immediately to the east.

You never know.  It could be a white guy “jimmying” (O’s word) the front door or back door or garage door.

A bit of history: Years ago, I told 911 I’d just seen two black kids on a bike, that being the going description of bike thieves on the prowl from Austin.  The operator berated me, I complained to her superiors and got a call from a sergeant apologizing. 

It was relevant to my call-in of suspicious behavior, and everyone but this (tyro) operator knew it.  She sounded white, by the way, and had something to learn.

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Later: See bracketed note above.

An editor hath done this . . .

In today’s Wed. Journal column, I say goodbye.

And now a sweet sorrow. Adieu, my friends, adieu. I am leaving you for something else. Books. Here lies my life as a columnist, tattered and torn, shuffling off this mortal coil that is Wednesday Journal. Books, I say, to read and to write. You will be hearing from me, yes, but not monthly and not in these pages. Let’s leave it at that. For now, in the words of the immortal Porky Pig, th-th-th-that’s all, folks.

Read it online, and it’s how I wrote it.  However, this week’s hard copy suffers indignity with insertion of a fatal comma which, in the panoptically viewed scheme of things is small potatoes.  But let us here recount it as reflecting the power of that one-character facet of English punctuation.

My sentence:

[Letter writer Ray Simpson] gets calls of encouragement “every once in a while” from people who tell him to keep at it. So far, he’s doing that, if nothing else providing a fat target for left-thinking people.

Hard copy version:

. . . gets calls of encouragement “every once in a while” from people who tell him to keep at it. So far, he’s doing that, if nothing else, providing a fat target for left-thinking people.

Hah.  But editor giveth, editor taketh away when writer howls.  Is digital journalism great, or what?

In addition, submitted too late for hard-copy publication, was “primarily” in front of “You will be hearing from me, yes, but not monthly and not in these pages.”  Leaving myself an out, you see.  Just thought I’d add that while I’m at it.

As for books to come, stay tuned . . .

Usage loses two

Sarah Palin’s advisors “sniped with other Republicans,” reports AP’s Rachel d’Oro.

She means “argued with.”

Her spokeswoman “shot down speculation” that Palin would do such and such.

She means “tried to shoot down” or “denied,” unless d’Oro wants to say the spokeswoman convinced her, which goes against standard practice.

Then there’s this from Wm. Yardley in NY Times:

So while her announcement on Friday that she would step down less than three years into her term made for shocking political news, it kind of felt familiar to many Alaskans.

“Kind of”?  In the nation’s newspaper?  Why not just “kinda”?  With a “gosh” thrown in?

And this from Andy Ostroy at Huffington Post:  Palin “literally came out of nowhere” on to the national scene.

Look.  No one literally comes out of nowhere.  Literally she came out of Wasilla, figuratively out of nowhere.

Johnny faces music, Richie explains everything

“Where have you been, you rascal you?” some of you may be asking.  Well, it’s been vacation time-cum-time with family extended and otherwise.  But here I am back at the K-board, 24 hours after pursuing Johnny in the guise of a great white shark in the shallow-end waters of Rehm Pool

So unrelenting was my pursuit, in fact, that Johnny (entering first grade in the fall) bumped into woman-with-child-already-born-and-clinging to her, winning himself a scolding.  At sight of which the great white veered away, wanting no trouble from scolding mother-with-child and leaving Johnny to face the music.

Johnny’s mother, #2 Daughter, was busy elsewhere with her #’s 1, 3, and 4.  Johnny, #2, survived nicely, however, so all’s as well as can be expected.

Meanwhile, the hopper has some less than pressing items with nonetheless important ramifications.  Such as:

* A few months back, Chicago’s Mayordaley II found himself eloquently defending private over government enterprise

“We can’t compete with the private sector. Government doesn’t have customers, they only have citizens. You know that. Many times, your relationship with your local government or state or federal government – they’re not customer related. They’re going to leave at 5:00 p.m., and they’re going to leave at 4:30 p.m. or 4:00 p.m. ‘I’m sorry, we’re on the time clock.’ They walk out. In the private sector, when you have a customer, you’re going to stay there and make sure they’re happy and satisfied.”

He will take any position that advances his agenda, in this case selling off (leasing for 99 years) a municipal asset (Midway Airport) to raise money to keep his allegedly bloated and inefficient enterprise going.  So there was the Mayor of Chicago making a pretty good case for not looking to government for help.

But he didn’t mean that at all, he said the next day, in a classic display of doubletalk:

Instead of apologizing for offending city employees, Daley said his remarks had been taken out of context.

“I said that some people just watch the clock — government workers or anybody else — and leave,” Daley said. “But here in Chicago, we’re fortunate that people just don’t watch the clock.”

He played the good-natured wounded public official:

“I never said city workers of … Chicago are not good workers. Would you correct that for me? I know it’s hard because I’m a ping-pong ball for the media. If you don’t have the Daley name, I guess they don’t read the newspapers. But just correct that … Don’t misinterpret what I say to try to bring confrontation against city workers. That’s really unfair.”

As for his own people:

“City workers work hard. I talked about the city in a positive way. But you’re trying to follow me in a negative way so you have people yelling at me. I know that’s your gig. But be responsible.”

Isn’t he reasonable?

It hadn’t helped any that the Chicago Federation of Labor president had taken his own umbrage:

Dennis Gannon said he was offended by the mayor’s remarks because of the “sacrifices” city workers make every day to get Chicago through another brutal winter.

“At 3 a.m., we’ve got guys making sure the streets are safe and sound for citizens trying to get to work,” Gannon said. “Firemen were out at Holy Name. When you had that huge water main break on the North Side, they didn’t care about the clock. They were there to do a job for taxpayers.

“There are hard-working people doing more work today than they’ve ever done because of the downsizing of government. I know a lot of city workers. They’re my friends. I grew up with them. I know how hard they work and how dedicated they are.”

And in the background, violins.

More more more later, but as Porky Pig said, th-th-th-that’s all for now.