Tuesday, September 26, 2006


As some of you know, my long defense of the ACLU came to an end last year when I found out that they were selling me to some damned service after saying that they would never sell data to one of the whore machines. So I quit the organization and told them to take me off of their sucker list. Unfortunately, they asked for a renewal of my membership using the same data mining techniques. Assholes.

Now there are finally some like minded folks who are trying to get the ACLU biggies to get tossed out on their asses for the asshat slant that the organization has taken in the last few years.

Finally, the pendulum has begun to swing back. Does this mean that they are no longer willing to make being a liberal asshat one of the mandatory elements of being a constitutionalist? Probably not. But it's a beginning.

Here's the link.


Friday, September 22, 2006

Stolen from a grumpy old crippled guy while he was out of town.



That's Ulysses Handy III and his girl friend. The "get over it" guy. I checked with Tacoma inmate info and he's been checked out, hopefully for a one way trip to the needle. He and three of his buds snuffed three people before being introduced to the Man. They managed to steal a collective take of a grand. Split that up among the entire gang and you barely get cigarette money.

The guy has a web site! At least his beautiful girliefriend does. Amazing, These thugs are just so stupid it's beyond amazing, but someone in the group can write HTML. What a laugh. They've got a page on YourSpace.com. Amazing!

Can you see that ink? What cha think? Is that guy a Latin King or a MS18? Tacoma... maybe a Crip? Whatcha think?

Here's the link.



Check out is link.

This guy is charged with 3 murders, goes to court and tells the victims families to "Get over it." I tell you, this kind of stuff just can't be made up. I wish I had a picture to this guy. Let me go surf a little. I wonder if he maybe looks a little bit like Ramirez?


Thursday, September 21, 2006


My friends Pat and Ali are working their way through the Med. and are in Rome now. Left the boat in Sicily and are just doing the tourist thing. Here's a pic of Pat walking through a sunbeam while in the Basilica and it looks like he's getting one of those "touched by God" religious experiences.

He probably needs some divine help. Those two have about as much spiritual depth as I have: none. Beautiful church tho, ain't it?


Wednesday, September 20, 2006

~REPEAT FROM 11/30/03~

I went out with a young friend for dinner tonight and got into a lengthy repeat of a "conversation" that I once had with Leete about my approval of loyal oppositions in our body politics. My naive position is that lots of times the fact that libs are full of shit is not sufficient reason to excommunicate them from the church of reason. I know, I know. I just caused my friend Tom Leete to start foaming at the mouth. Any how, I promised to put the screed back up on the blog so that I could get back to my shrimp scampi. Here tiz:

Pogo Was Right

My friend Tom and I agree on any number of things, but we disagree on a few. Actually, most of the things we disagree on are just a matter of scale. We both belong to the NRA... life members. We're both Republicans (my grandmother, who believed that FDR walked on water, just did a backflip in her grave). We're both educated guys and fairly successful in the money wars of the middle class. So... what's the problem?Well, I'm sure that the problem is mine, not his.

For a long time I have been uncomfortable with the way the breeze has been blowing through the bushes. I didn't like the fact that Nixon was in the burglary business. How did he get so far away from any central assumptions of honesty? Hell, he was the President (with deliberate capitalization) for Christ's sake! Heck, I wanted to vote for him... mostly because I thought then and I still think that Henry Kissinger is the definition of a heavy hitter. And I didn't like the fact that Kennedy and his brother were humping Marilyn Monroe. OK... happy birthday Mr. President. But why did those guys have to act like a couple of arrogant prep school boys handing around a cheerleader in the back of the school bus? Well, the reason they acted that way was because that was the way they actually were. They were arrogant and elitist, monied snobs and insufferable coxcombs. But in spite of all that Jack was elected and is still part of the mythology of America. I wanted to like him because I thought his wife was a classy babe and deserved better. I feel the same way about our current president's mom. Very classy lady. And we all know that it's actually the women who run things. Right? I didn't like the fact that we actually elected a lizard like Bill Clinton to the office. I don't particularly care that the guy was a whore dog... heck, I've been accused of that myself... but I didn't like the fact that he was willing to write his legacy with his pecker and rub the whole world's nose in it. The only image I can recall of the man's presidency is that big stain on the front of Monica's dress. First of all, it was huge! Did he come on her or piss on her? And why did the dizzy bitch save the dress? Was that something she was proud of? Look Mom... I saved the jizz of the President of the United States. Wanta smell? Is that all there is? I guess so.

But he was the capital letter P President... symbolic leader... and we all voted for him. At least enough of us did that he got the chance to abuse the office. That shudder you feel is the collective revulsion of a whole generation. And Mrs. Clinton allowed that vulgarity. She gave it house room. Sanction. All that tells me is that she is more dangerous than he was. What hunger, what brutal exercise of power, what force of will is required to condone that fall from grace? Does she honestly believe that we will see her as the victim when she stayed with the guy and continues to practice the art of politics with Bill because he is the only show she can dance in? Yikes!

Also, I don't like the fact that tuba players at Jones High School in Orlando don't have to have a C average to play in the Macy's Thanksgiving parade. There were nine high schools invited to march in the 2003 parade. It's a big deal because it was on national TV. The principal of the F-graded school established the rule that if you didn't have a passing GPA you couldn't participate in any extra-curricular activities. That's a fairly standard rule, I think, in most schools. If you're flunking you don't have time to go all the way to New York. You need the time to study for your FCAT. Right? Well.... Jones is the traditional black school in Orlando and a third (yikes!) of the band was not passing. The black mothers of the black band members protested the rule. They have a right to march! They are being discriminated against! The school board crumbled and gave in and did not back up the principal. The flunking band members went to New York and the whole country saw that you don't need passing grades so long as you're black. Really? The other eight schools marching had to have passing grades, but not Jones. Why? Well, because they are black and should not be held to any kind of recognizable standard. Do we really believe that? What we're really saying is that black kids don't matter, right? Do what ever you want... you guys don't count anyhow. Heck, you're not even the leading minority anymore. There are more hispanics now than blacks. I wonder if they have a band. But wait... do they have entitlements? Maybe not.

I read an excellent article by Bryan Caplan the other day: Mises and Bastiat on How Democracy Goes Wrong.The question addressed by Caplan is -- How can majoritarian politics durably sustain policies harmful to majority interests? Of course, both Mises and Bastiat were the architects of all that supply side thinking that stands on the other side in opposition to Keynes. Ah... a dichotomy. Hegel rears his ugly head.Bastiat once said that "Public opinion, whether enlightened or misguided, is nonetheless mistress of the world." Of course, that's true. But is it right? That's a separate question, isn't it. The fact that Kennedy and Clinton were electable means that they acted as conduits of public opinion. The fact that a group of academic failures can humble a community leader like the principal of Jones High School is not right, but it is a fact and no amount of carping on my part will change that.Bastait believed that the public was guilty of what he called "broken window" thinking, that they ignored opportunity costs. They want to maintain a large army because they don't want unemployed soldiers roaming the streets. They want protectionism because they don't want to give up jobs to foreigners. He says that "When one of these fundamental errors... becomes firmly established as a conventional judgement, unquestionably accepted and agreed to by everyone, it tends to proceed from theory into practice, from thought to action."You have to admit that most of our politicians are secretly Keynesian. Mr. Bush is a political conservative because talk radio says he is. But he is the guy who has just pushed through the largest increase in governmental spending since the New Deal... a new and improved Medicaid/Medicare complete with a free for all drug store attached. Give them what they want! They've got a right to all the free stuff! That begs the question: is there such a thing as a conservative Keynesian? You betcha. How did that happen? Well, we want the government to pay for all this stuff. We... want this. But at the same time we all want to agree with Mises and Bastiat that majoritarian issues are not necessarily the "right" thing. What I heard Trent Lott say this morning on TV is that our grandchildren will have to pay for all these "free" programs. Excuse me while I go get my lovely daughter to agree to stay on the pill for a while... at least until one of us can win the lottery and make taxation a moot issue for us.Bastiat said that "Protectionism is too popular for its adherents to be regarded as insincere. If the majority had faith in free trade, we should have free trade." True. If we wanted to help our grandparents get help at the drugstore we would open up an account for them down at Eckerds and pay the bill when it came due. But we don't want to pay. We want the government to pay. And we are willing to saddle our grandchildren with the debt. Really? Well, no... not really. But I suspect that most of us don't really believe that we will ever have to pay. Most of us believe that our world will end before any final accounting can be done.That's another one of those dichotomies, isn't it?

The duality between our heads and our hearts that Rebecca West described so elegantly in her Black Lamb and Grey Falcon: Only part of us is sane. Only part of us believes that we can die at home in bed in a house that we built with our own hands, surrounded by people who love us and grieve our passing. The other part wants to burn down the house so that we are left in blackened ashes surrounded by desolation, alone, and beyond the responsibility of hatred or hope. We love the science of modern medicine but hate the fact that we have to pay for it. We love the taste of success when our children are invited to play the tuba in a famous parade but hate the fact that we are forever branding them as the losers from Jones who can't win by following the rules but have to cheat to get in the parade. We are fascinated by filth, especially powerful filth, so we debase our institutions because we secretly wish that it was us who pulled back Lewinsky's hair so that we could see our tumescent selves in her mouth, pulling out just in time to see it spurt down the front of her dress. That's what power is, right? The ability to heap degradation on others, right? Do we really believe that? Only part of us does. The other part sees it as that nililistic part of us that wants to destroy every good thing in our lives. We find ourselves hating our own souls. Lincoln once said that there are two angels in our nature, and that good does not always win. Sometimes the darker angels of our nature has acendancy. Hell, we do this to ourselves.So I still belong to the ACLU. Why? Because I believe that they are part of the Heglian dance that we all are a party to. Some of what they do will form the opposition to what needs to be opposed. Are they right all the time? Hell no. No more than Mr. Ashcroft is always wrong. We agree that most of what he is working for is agreeable to us... but not all. There is no pure dialectic. Mises said, "Democracy guarantees a system of government in accordance with the wishes and plans of the majority. But it cannot prevent majorities from falling victim to erroneous ideas and from adopting inappropriate policies which not only fail to realize the ends aimed at but result in disaster." As Caplan so aptly notes, "Bastiat anticipated the rise of socialism but Mises actually lived through it."

The dialectic... the process... persists. We have painfuly learned that socialism is a mistake. So, there is no longer a USSR... just the lingering foolishness of academic marxists. But we still don't want to pay for our parent's medications. Or our children's tuba lessons.I'm actually the only optimist in the crew. I believe that if we can continue to blunder along we will find some common ground to move towards the future. Thesis opposes antithesis and begats... synthesis. Which becomes a new proposition, or... thesis. And so the Heglian dance moves painfully forward. Somehow, my daughter will find a way to get me the medical attention I'll need in my dotage (a rapidly approaching certainty). And I'm sure that just because the principal of Jones High lost this round he will ultimately win the war because what all those politically correct mommies really want is educated children. Black or white or brown or whatever they are tomorrow.

Who said the culture war was unwinnable?


Tuesday, September 19, 2006


From Leete:

Subject: Only in America

Let''s say I break into your house.

This says it all.

Recently, large demonstrations have taken place across the country protesting the fact that Congress is finally addressing the issue of illegal immigration. Certain people are angry that the US might protect its own borders, might make it harder to sneak into this country, and once here, to stay indefinitely. Let me see if I correctly understand the thinking behind these protests.Let's say I break into your house. Let's say that when you discover me in your house, you insist that I leave. But I say, "I've made all the beds and washed the dishes and did the laundry and swept the floors. I've done all the things you don't like to do. I'm hard-working and honest (except for when I broke into your house).According to the protesters, not only must you let me stay, you must add me to your family's insurance plan, educate my kids, and provide other benefits to me and to my family (my husband will do your yard work because he too is hard-working and honest, except for that breaking in part). If you try to call the police or force me out, I will call my friends who will picket your house carrying signs that proclaim my right to be there.It's only fair, after all, because you have a nicer house than I do, and I'm just trying to better myself. I'm hard working and honest, um, except for well, you know. And what a deal it is for me!! I live in your house, contributing only a fraction of the cost of my keep, and there is nothing you can do about it without being accused of selfishness, prejudice and being anti-housebreaker. Oh yeah, and I want you to learn my language so you can communicate with me.

Why can't people see how ridiculous this is?! Only in America . . . . if you agree, pass it on (in English).


Monday, September 18, 2006


Well, OK... the Divine Ms. Althouse has gotten back into harness and is ready to crank out another year of nascent lawyers up there in the frozen wastes of Wisconsin at Madison, the home of Ray-o-Vac batteries, and she has said in her podcast that this may be her last edition. There have been 65 of the things... and I'll admit to dawdling with the construction of my own. But... the toads at the Wisconsin Law School have strained a new Apple out thru the academic sphincter, one of those things that has a built in camera along with all the bells and whistles, so now the lady has upgraded from a lowly podcast to one of those V cast makers... god forbid that she should be held back when there is something new and outstanding to wow the peasants. Damn the expense, feed the worms another shot of tequila and let's stagger forward to some new... OK, I'll shut up.

I intend to continue with my plans to put my own podcast up even if I come in out of date again like I always have since I once bought an original Apple I and had to get an aftermarket shifter so that it would wordprocess. I just want to find one of those nifty antique studio Sure mikes. To hell with Apple. Hillbilly rock music was the original gangster rap. Dylan told me so. I'm with Roger Entwhistle anyhow ("it's the old man who's got all the money").



I don't know the story or even if there ever was one, but the menumaker from Austin is back.


Saturday, September 16, 2006

~a joke from Ashley~

My buddy Tom's youngest daughter is a forestry babe out in the wet NorthWest. She sent me a joke via the blog that had to do with math and the lack thereof. Here's the joke :

It’s just a bunch of nested “forwards” Bob. Your email server is paranoid!! J Here, I copied and pasted it for you. I thought it was funny enough to pass on…

Evolution of Math ~

> Last week I purchased a burger and fries at McDonalds for $3.58.
The counter girl took my $4.00 and I pulled 8 cents from my pocket and
gave it to her. She stood there, holding the nickel and 3 pennies. While
looking at the screen on her register, I sensed her discomfort and tried to tell
her to just give me two quarters, but she hailed the manager for help. While
he tried to explain the transaction to her, she stood there and cried.

Why do I tell you this?
Because of the evolution in teaching math since the 1950s...........

Teaching Math In 1950

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production
Is 4/5 of the price. What is his profit?

Teaching Math In 1960

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production
Is 4/5 of the price, or $80. What is his profit?

Teaching Math In 1970

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production
Is $80. Did he make a profit?

Teaching Math In 1980

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production
Is $80 and his profit is $20 Your assignment: Underline the number 20.

Teaching Math In 1990

A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is selfish and
inconsiderate and cares nothing for the habitat of animals or the
preservation of our woodlands. He does this so he can make a profit of $20.
What do you think of this way of making a living? Topic for class participation
after answering the question: How did the birds and squirrels feel as the logger cut down
their homes? (There are no wrong answers.)

Teaching Math In 2006

Un ranchero vende una carretera de maderapara $100. El cuesto de la
produccion era $80. Cuantos tortillas se puede comprar?


Friday, September 15, 2006


These guys are causing me to seriously revisit my youth. I fell into Deep Tracks Channel 40. All day I've been listening to all that stuff that my parents disapproved of when I cranked up my 8 track (a cool addition to my old ragtop E Jag... definitely a girlgetter)... Let Me Tell You About Texas Radio and the BIG BEAT !!... Muswell Hillbillies... Mrs.Vanderbilt leave me alone. You Gotta Be Cruel to be Kind.

Damn. I wish I still had some tie died t shirts. I wonder if it's possible to score something other than meth or a felony rap in this lousy century. Ah, what's the use of worrying. What's the use of hurrying?

Sometimes I think that I should have died thirty years ago.

Well, there' still Neil Young to keep me breathing. And Dylan. Turn it up! Oh Lord... I used to have a Hammond organ. This makes me want to go back to Brasil and look for Ibogaine.

Help. They just spun Recurring Dream. I'm falling thru a time warp! Where's my old Crowded House tape?

Here comes Captain Beyond.


Wednesday, September 13, 2006


The nice thing about blogging is that there's always something to gab about if you just go looking around for that golden goodie that you can drag out and say... lookit hear folkies! Well... lookit hear folkies:

One of my favorite people is James Lilek.He's the guy who writes "The Bleat". I think that he originally kachinged for me because he reminded me of Dan Gilmartin, who occasionally injects some liberal Democrat foolery into my otherwise bland dullness. Newspaper guy, teacher, writer. well, never mind.

The dolts at BBC have a podcast called The Bloggers where they go interview somebody from the bloggersphere, and the other day they did Lilek. Absolutely golden! The link for the show is HERE.

Now I'm wondering what Lilek actually looks like. He's such a prankster that I doubt if he is really as advertised.


Monday, September 11, 2006


There's nothing more to say.


Friday, September 08, 2006


Now there's this.



Yes... Canada is a source of all weirdness in this hemisphere. This is where the BBC gets it.

Check it out.


Thursday, September 07, 2006


I saw that Eric had 11K roll over for his commentorcounter and he posted something about it. Althouse the law school babette had something like that that she commented on the first of the week... and it got me thinking about my own bloggery. I suppose that if Blogspot would count for me I'd like to know, but it doesn't, or at least I'm too stupid to figure out how to do it. I've got the same problem with editing comments. I know that it can be done, but I'm too stupid to do it. So when some guy says something that probably shouldn't be broadcast to the world (a friend from Polk County recently asked for the loan of my pickup so that he could move from over there to the campus of UCF and couldn't put his hands on me so he put his address and phone number on the blog... probably a mistake... Dana told me to drop it off and I failed but tried... she's been too nice to point out that I'm a moron.).

Anyhow, I have no idea how many guys have used the blog. If they come thru the company website then I can figure out the numbers. There's a mechanism for tracking routing on the pages called on the website server on the stuff from the hosting company, but they caused some grief last year when they changed something that wiped out the old number on their counter so I just started over. But that's mostly for my own ego, I think. Everybody wants to become a famous writer I suppose. I have a friend who is a successful writer and he only gets mail thru his publisher... doesn't want to hear a whisper otherwise. I suppose I could piss him off by putting his email address up here, but I can understand why he doesn't want me to do anything stupid. But it is tempting. Whatcha think Pete? No? OK.

But.... but.... I really don't care. I think that mostly I use this thing as a sort of computerized diary and I write stuff because I don't have anyone to talk to. That's not exactly true because there's people around me... my daughter and the Redhead, Tom, business guys, a seemingly endless supply of ex-students. But I've always kept a diary. I have kept the old handwritten ones since I was a snot nosed kid sitting in the snow up at Phillips Exeter in frozen New Hampshire. Occasionally I'll drag out the old diaries and revisit what I was thinking about years ago. Mostly that's a reminder of how dumb I was back then, or at least how mindless and naive I was back then. Same thing these days, just quicker.

I think that maybe I just want to carry on a conversation with myself. Someone to talk to who will always agree with me and not point out all the mistakes I make (like Elaine (the redhead) or Tom (my oldest friend) or Katherine (my kid, who is still raising daddy). Those things don't need counters.... they're infinite.


Sunday, September 03, 2006


The blue eyed troubador had a birthday Friday. Did you send him a present? I've spent the weekend listening to a collection of all the Bob Dylan/Theme Radio shows being reissued en-mass for some reason by XM. Nice. I once went out with a brown eyed girl named Mary Helen and damned near married the crazy bitch because of her loving Van Morrison. She was crazy for Dylan too. She looked like Norma Jean (that did it for me) and used to keep her panties in the fridge cause she wanted me to always have a "nice cool treat to eat". Damn, I miss that crazy woman. I think I'll go call her and see if her husband is around. Last time I talked to him he was bitching about her whoring around. He didn't know that the gal mostly was whoring around with me. Hmmm... since he's a sheriffs deputy big shot and very well armed... maybe I'll just leave her alone and let the sleeping dog do just that. Anyhow, happy birthday Van. Say hello to Belfast for me.