I take no credit for the outcome, yet I take great satisfaction in the end result.
CNN announced the resignation of news "executive" Eason Jordan this evening.
Congratulations to Captain Ed over at Captains Quarters for his diligent efforts.
On behalf of the Blogosphere, I have a question...
"Hey Main Stream media (and Ward Churchill,) you want some more of this???"
Friday, February 11, 2005
Thursday, February 10, 2005
What a Ultra-Maroon
Just in case you have been on vacation, living in a cave, or limiting your news gathering to watching the Clinton News Network and reading the local newspaper for the past two weeks, I have a little Blogosphere news tidbit that might be finally making it out into daylight in the next few days/weeks.
There is this man (and I use the term “man” with great trepidation,) Eason Jordan, who currently holds the title of Executive Vice President and Chief News Executive of CNN.
You might remember Mr. Jordan's illustrious work since he was in charge of CNN’s Iraqi bureau when it was turning it’s collective numbskull head to Saddam’s barbarisms in an effort to keep a presence in Iraq before the US invasion. "They did what they had to do to keep their news operation open," he said
Now it has been revealed that, in an effort to pander to the US loathing international community that pays a good portion of CNN’s bills (and Jordan's salary), comrade Jordan is running around in public saying that US troops are intentionally targeting and killing reporters in Iraq:
"The head of CNN's news division, Eason Jordan, ignited an Internet firestorm last week when he told a panel at a World Economic Forum gathering in Davos, Switzerland, that the American military had targeted journalists during operations in Iraq.
Mr. Jordan, speaking in a panel discussion titled "Will Democracy Survive the Media?" said "he knew of about 12 journalists who had not only been killed by American troops, but had been targeted as a matter of policy," said Rep. Barney Frank, a Democrat of Massachusetts who was on the panel with Mr. Jordan.
In an interview with The New York Sun, Mr. Frank said Mr. Jordan discussed in detail the plight of an Al-Jazeera reporter who had been detained by American forces, was made to eat his shoes while incarcerated in the Abu Ghraib prison, and was repeatedly mocked by his interrogators as "Al-Jazeera boy."
A man who said he was a producer with Al-Jazeera at the network's headquarters in Doha, Qatar, said he was unaware of any such incident, "although we have had problems with American troops in and out of Iraq." The Al-Jazeera producer refused to give his name."
My buddy Captain Ed over at Captains Quarters has been losing a good deal of sleep over this issue over the past week or so and is one of the best sources of breaking info on the subject.
There is also a dedicated Easongate web page with an online petition asking CNN to release the videotape and answer the question of what comrade Jordan is saying once and for all. I signed it.
All I know is that this is complete crap. How can anyone believe anything coming out of CNN when they have a person at comrade Jordan’s level of responsibility telling lies like this? If his allegations are true, I want the offenders prosecuted.
If the allegations are not true, I believe that CNN should fire Jordan...NOW.
There is this man (and I use the term “man” with great trepidation,) Eason Jordan, who currently holds the title of Executive Vice President and Chief News Executive of CNN.
You might remember Mr. Jordan's illustrious work since he was in charge of CNN’s Iraqi bureau when it was turning it’s collective numbskull head to Saddam’s barbarisms in an effort to keep a presence in Iraq before the US invasion. "They did what they had to do to keep their news operation open," he said
Now it has been revealed that, in an effort to pander to the US loathing international community that pays a good portion of CNN’s bills (and Jordan's salary), comrade Jordan is running around in public saying that US troops are intentionally targeting and killing reporters in Iraq:
"The head of CNN's news division, Eason Jordan, ignited an Internet firestorm last week when he told a panel at a World Economic Forum gathering in Davos, Switzerland, that the American military had targeted journalists during operations in Iraq.
Mr. Jordan, speaking in a panel discussion titled "Will Democracy Survive the Media?" said "he knew of about 12 journalists who had not only been killed by American troops, but had been targeted as a matter of policy," said Rep. Barney Frank, a Democrat of Massachusetts who was on the panel with Mr. Jordan.
In an interview with The New York Sun, Mr. Frank said Mr. Jordan discussed in detail the plight of an Al-Jazeera reporter who had been detained by American forces, was made to eat his shoes while incarcerated in the Abu Ghraib prison, and was repeatedly mocked by his interrogators as "Al-Jazeera boy."
A man who said he was a producer with Al-Jazeera at the network's headquarters in Doha, Qatar, said he was unaware of any such incident, "although we have had problems with American troops in and out of Iraq." The Al-Jazeera producer refused to give his name."
My buddy Captain Ed over at Captains Quarters has been losing a good deal of sleep over this issue over the past week or so and is one of the best sources of breaking info on the subject.
There is also a dedicated Easongate web page with an online petition asking CNN to release the videotape and answer the question of what comrade Jordan is saying once and for all. I signed it.
All I know is that this is complete crap. How can anyone believe anything coming out of CNN when they have a person at comrade Jordan’s level of responsibility telling lies like this? If his allegations are true, I want the offenders prosecuted.
If the allegations are not true, I believe that CNN should fire Jordan...NOW.
Breaking 1000
Well folks, I’ve just reached yet another milestone in my blogging career.
In addition to rising from “Insignificant Microbe” to “Large Mammal” in the span of a little more than a month, this little ole' blog is now number 969 in the TTLB Ecosystem.
I’m all lathered up...
And to top it all off, over 190 folks stopped by yesterday to take a gander at my rantings.
For this, I offer a humble South Alabama/Coastal Georgia Thank You and I sincerely hope that you will stop back by again.
Now what was I about to gripe about??? Oh yeah--Eason Jordan--ever heard of him?
Well you are about to...
In addition to rising from “Insignificant Microbe” to “Large Mammal” in the span of a little more than a month, this little ole' blog is now number 969 in the TTLB Ecosystem.
I’m all lathered up...
And to top it all off, over 190 folks stopped by yesterday to take a gander at my rantings.
For this, I offer a humble South Alabama/Coastal Georgia Thank You and I sincerely hope that you will stop back by again.
Now what was I about to gripe about??? Oh yeah--Eason Jordan--ever heard of him?
Well you are about to...
Drowning In Cambodia
Thomas Lispcomb writes about Senator Kerry Drowning In Cambodia
I can't say it any better, but I'm not letting this topic go. Kerry is going to crack in the next few months, and I'm going to love every minute.
Hope you do too...
I can't say it any better, but I'm not letting this topic go. Kerry is going to crack in the next few months, and I'm going to love every minute.
Hope you do too...
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Eight Hours Bottle To Throttle
(More boring aviation stuff…indulge me here please)
When driving an automobile, you put your foot on the “gas” pedal or the “accelerator” to make forward progress. The engine revs according to the whim of your foot.
In an airplane they call the accelerator “doohickey” the “throttle” and it is mounted on the instrument panel on single engine airplanes and usually located between the seats on an upper or lower console in multi-engine aircraft.
You pull it out to go up and you push it in to go down. My right hand hasn’t had the pleasure of operating more than one throttle at a time thus far in my truncated flying career.
It is sort of a weird experience when you first start learning to fly an airplane because you sit really low in the seat with your legs extended outward and your feet resting on the left and right rudder pedals. The steering wheel, which you hold in your hands, has no effect on your direction of travel when the plane is rolling down the runway—you use the rudder pedals to turn so you actually steer with your feet for taxi, takeoff, and landing.
The plane’s steering wheel (or stick) controls surfaces on the wings called ailerons that cause the airplane to bank left or right into a turn in the air. The pedals that your have under your feet turn the rudder to “coordinate” the turn, making the airplane follow a smooth curve rather than slipping through the turn.
To complicate matters further, while taxiing or landing, you must engage the wheel brakes by pressing on brake pedals mounted on top of the rudder pedals. It takes a bit of getting used to, but you can actually steer the airplane by applying differential braking i.e. stopping the left wheel while letting the right wheel freely rotate. An adept pilot can make an airplane virtually pivot in place over a spot on the runway.
Having said all of that, I wonder what the hell this guy was thinking when he climbed into the cockpit of a Boeing 747 yesterday?
The guy was going to haul a load of human freight in one of the largest passenger airplanes in the world with a snoot full of liquor?
Pilots have a saying…”eight hours bottle to throttle.” I always used to go at least 24 hours myself. Flying is a pleasure, but it is also a miracle—every damn time you land a group of 200,000 parts that just spent two hours flying in formation and decided to all stay together this trip—you thank God or Jesus or Aunt Jemima or whoever that your ass has gotten back onto the ground in one undamaged piece.
I like my Jack Daniels, but there is no way in hell that I would get near the front three seats of an airplane (unless it was the first class seating section) having smelled alcohol in the past day.
I hope they put this guy under the jail…
When driving an automobile, you put your foot on the “gas” pedal or the “accelerator” to make forward progress. The engine revs according to the whim of your foot.
In an airplane they call the accelerator “doohickey” the “throttle” and it is mounted on the instrument panel on single engine airplanes and usually located between the seats on an upper or lower console in multi-engine aircraft.
You pull it out to go up and you push it in to go down. My right hand hasn’t had the pleasure of operating more than one throttle at a time thus far in my truncated flying career.
It is sort of a weird experience when you first start learning to fly an airplane because you sit really low in the seat with your legs extended outward and your feet resting on the left and right rudder pedals. The steering wheel, which you hold in your hands, has no effect on your direction of travel when the plane is rolling down the runway—you use the rudder pedals to turn so you actually steer with your feet for taxi, takeoff, and landing.
The plane’s steering wheel (or stick) controls surfaces on the wings called ailerons that cause the airplane to bank left or right into a turn in the air. The pedals that your have under your feet turn the rudder to “coordinate” the turn, making the airplane follow a smooth curve rather than slipping through the turn.
To complicate matters further, while taxiing or landing, you must engage the wheel brakes by pressing on brake pedals mounted on top of the rudder pedals. It takes a bit of getting used to, but you can actually steer the airplane by applying differential braking i.e. stopping the left wheel while letting the right wheel freely rotate. An adept pilot can make an airplane virtually pivot in place over a spot on the runway.
Having said all of that, I wonder what the hell this guy was thinking when he climbed into the cockpit of a Boeing 747 yesterday?
The guy was going to haul a load of human freight in one of the largest passenger airplanes in the world with a snoot full of liquor?
Pilots have a saying…”eight hours bottle to throttle.” I always used to go at least 24 hours myself. Flying is a pleasure, but it is also a miracle—every damn time you land a group of 200,000 parts that just spent two hours flying in formation and decided to all stay together this trip—you thank God or Jesus or Aunt Jemima or whoever that your ass has gotten back onto the ground in one undamaged piece.
I like my Jack Daniels, but there is no way in hell that I would get near the front three seats of an airplane (unless it was the first class seating section) having smelled alcohol in the past day.
I hope they put this guy under the jail…
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Powerful Women
I have previously mentioned my admiration of our new US Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice. The White House web site I reference has not yet updated her web page from National Security Adviser but you know that she just got the promotion.
World class scholar, Stanford University Provost, Exxon Oil company Director (they named an oil tanker after her--then were forced to change the ship's name when she became national security adviser,) Miss Rice had accomplished more by the time she was thirty years old than I will probably ever do in my entire life. Alabama girl done good...
Well folks, my eyes have been diverted. My attention has been drawn to the Ukraine's new prime minister, Yulia Tymoshenko, who win's my new Government Babe of the Week Award (so sorry Condi.)
Check her out guys...she looks like a movie star...
Hat tip to the Bloggers over at Strange Women Lying In Ponds for the reference.
World class scholar, Stanford University Provost, Exxon Oil company Director (they named an oil tanker after her--then were forced to change the ship's name when she became national security adviser,) Miss Rice had accomplished more by the time she was thirty years old than I will probably ever do in my entire life. Alabama girl done good...
Well folks, my eyes have been diverted. My attention has been drawn to the Ukraine's new prime minister, Yulia Tymoshenko, who win's my new Government Babe of the Week Award (so sorry Condi.)
Check her out guys...she looks like a movie star...
Hat tip to the Bloggers over at Strange Women Lying In Ponds for the reference.
Art Linkletter--Still Rocking at 93
What I Would Tell Myself If I Were 18 Again
Read what Nathan has to say over at Brain Fertilizer.
I couldn't have said it better myself...so I'll stop writing...
I couldn't have said it better myself...so I'll stop writing...
When Words Have No Meaning
(Meaning Has No Words)
Imagine if you were unable to read the written word or understand the spoken word--in any known language.
Understand? No, you don’t quite yet…
Imagine that you could see the physical gestures made by those around you, that you could hear the sounds produced by their mouths, but that you couldn’t intelligently comprehend what was being said.
Sort of a life long game of “Charades”—I guess.
The prospect of not understanding physical and verbal communication would be very limiting when doing things like conducting personal relationships or business transactions.
Under these circumstances, you might understand why cavemen are typically depicted wielding a big wooden club and dragging “their” women around by the hair. A cave man’s language apparently consisted of a bunch of grunts and shrugs. John Kerry’s “Verbal nuances” would be lost on a real life pre-historic Fred Flintstone or Barney Rubble.
Any way, hang in there with me for a minute and let me develop this concept.
When learning to read, you learn to look at the constants and vowels and phonetically “sound out” the words. You put words together to form sentences. You go from “See Dick run” to “See Jane clean Spot’s pee off of Dick’s carpet” in the matter of a few months.
By the twelfth year, you learn to read “See Jane bash Dick in the head with the empty beer bottle because he watched MTV all morning rather than cleaning the house while she was away attending her Saturday real estate class.”
As you progress in your education, you expand your vocabulary by learning to correctly spell more difficult words, understand their meaning, and connect them to other words in increasingly complex sentence structures.
Some words, as we all know, have more than one meaning. The more letters and syllables a word has, the more complex the word’s meaning as a general rule. People say that I like to throw around too many of them “thousand dollar” words like “feckless” and “obtuse” and so on in my day to day conversations.
I SAY THAT HAVING A LARGE VOCABULARY IS NOT MY PROBLEM—IT’S YOURS!
(If you really want an example of a master of million dollar words see Buckley, William F.)
What is a problem for me these days is how left and right wing politicians and the liberal media have taken to conveniently changing the conventional meaning of common words in an effort to skew the US (and even the world) population’s perception of the hard realities of the times we live in. Right somehow means left, up is actually down, bad is really good, and blaa is happy?
Case in point--the public gnashing of teeth over President Bush’s proposed “Budget Cuts” contained in the new Federal budget. The problem is the government’s concept of Baseline Budgeting. What a total dumptruck load of crappola this concept is.
Let’s look at the dictionary meaning of the hated words—"Budget Cut"
First, there is the word ”Budget” (from the Merriam Webster Dictionary):
1 chiefly dialect : a usually leather pouch, wallet, or pack; also : its contents
2 : STOCK, SUPPLY
3 : a quantity (as of energy or water) involved in, available for, or assignable to a particular situation; also : an account of gains and losses of such a quantity
4 a : a statement of the financial position of an administration for a definite period of time based on estimates of expenditures during the period and proposals for financing them b : a plan for the coordination of resources and expenditures c : the amount of money that is available for, required for, or assigned to a particular purpose.
The second word is “Cut”:
1 a : to penetrate with or as if with an edged instrument b : to hurt the feelings of c : to strike sharply with a cutting effect d : to strike (a ball) with a glancing blow that imparts a reverse spin e : to experience the growth of (a tooth) through the gum
2 a : TRIM, PAREb : to shorten by omissions c : DISSOLVE, DILUTE, ADULTERATE d : to reduce in amount
3 a : MOW, REAP b (1) : to divide into parts with an edged tool(2) : FELL, HEW c (1) : to separate or discharge from an organization : DETACH (2) : to single out and isolate d : to change the direction of sharply e : to go or pass around or about
4 a : to divide into segments b : INTERSECT, CROSS c : BREAK, INTERRUPTd (1) : to divide (a deck of cards) into two portions (2) : to draw (a card) from the deck e : to divide into shares : SPLIT
5 a : to make by or as if by cutting: as (1) : CARVE(2) : to shape by grinding (3) : ENGRAVE (4) : to shear or hollow out b : to record sounds (as speech or music) on c : to type on a stencil
6 a : STOP, CEASEb : to refuse to recognize (an acquaintance) : OSTRACIZE c : to absent oneself from (as a class) d : to stop (a motor) by opening a switch e : to stop the filming of (a motion-picture scene)
7 a : to engage in (a frolicsome or mischievous action)b : to give the appearance or impression of
8 : to be able to manage or handle -- usually used in negative constructionsintransitive senses1 a : to function as or as if as an edged tool b : to undergo incision or severance c : to perform the operation of dividing, severing, incising, or intersecting d : to make a stroke with a whip, sword, or other weapon e : to wound feelings or sensibilities f : to cause constriction or chafing g : to be of effect, influence, or significance 2 a (1) : to divide a pack of cards especially in order to decide the deal or settle a bet (2) : to draw a card from the pack b : to divide spoils : SPLIT3 a : to proceed obliquely from a straight course b : to move swiftly c : to describe an oblique or diagonal line d : to change sharply in direction : SWERVE e : to make an abrupt transition from one sound or image to another in motion pictures, radio, or television4 : to stop photographing motion pictures- cut a deal : to negotiate an agreement-
cut both ways : to have both favorable and unfavorable results or implications-
cut corners : to perform some action in the quickest, easiest, or cheapest way-
cut ice : to be of importance -- usually used in negative constructions-
cut it : to cut the mustard-
cut the mustard : to achieve the standard of performance necessary for success
I think that you would agree that the word “budget” has a very straight forward meaning. The meaning of the word “cut” takes significantly more space, but essentially, no matter what the context, if you endure a “cut” you have less than you started out with.
Are you with me so far?
So, in light of these two definitions, when it comes to talking about a “budget cut,” what would you expect the “budget cut” process to involve?
On a personal basis, a “Budget Cut,” would mean having less money this week than I had last week. Less money this month than I had last month. I hate it, but I have less money to spend this year than I had to spend last year. Right?
Not so with the politicians which exist at the Federal and State levels of Government of the United States of America. A “budget cut,” to the politicians, means having a lesser INCREASE in the amount of money you will have available to spend next year than you had to spend this year.
SAY WHAT???
In other words, if last year you got a pay raise and as a result you had an extra $5,000 of take home cash to spend in 2004, but your boss just announced that this year you were only getting a $4,000 take home raise, as a government employee you would run home to your Mama and your wife and your dog and your bird and yell at the top of your lungs:
“OUR COMPANY IS HAVING A BUDGET CUT!”
You will still have $4,000 more cash to waste at Blockbuster Video and to spend on Quarter Pounder's with Cheese in 2005 than you had in 2004, but the HOMELESS are more HOMELESS and the POOR are more POOR and the FARMERS can do less FARMING and everything is GOING TO HELL IN A HANDBASKET because the government is REDUCING THE AMOUNT OF THE INCREASED SPENDING.
THEY’RE HAVING BUDGET CUTS!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!
Well in the words of Jerry Garcia of The Grateful Dead, “I might be going to hell in a basket, but at least I’m enjoying the ride…”
This is so stupid…Are you?
Imagine if you were unable to read the written word or understand the spoken word--in any known language.
Understand? No, you don’t quite yet…
Imagine that you could see the physical gestures made by those around you, that you could hear the sounds produced by their mouths, but that you couldn’t intelligently comprehend what was being said.
Sort of a life long game of “Charades”—I guess.
The prospect of not understanding physical and verbal communication would be very limiting when doing things like conducting personal relationships or business transactions.
Under these circumstances, you might understand why cavemen are typically depicted wielding a big wooden club and dragging “their” women around by the hair. A cave man’s language apparently consisted of a bunch of grunts and shrugs. John Kerry’s “Verbal nuances” would be lost on a real life pre-historic Fred Flintstone or Barney Rubble.
Any way, hang in there with me for a minute and let me develop this concept.
When learning to read, you learn to look at the constants and vowels and phonetically “sound out” the words. You put words together to form sentences. You go from “See Dick run” to “See Jane clean Spot’s pee off of Dick’s carpet” in the matter of a few months.
By the twelfth year, you learn to read “See Jane bash Dick in the head with the empty beer bottle because he watched MTV all morning rather than cleaning the house while she was away attending her Saturday real estate class.”
As you progress in your education, you expand your vocabulary by learning to correctly spell more difficult words, understand their meaning, and connect them to other words in increasingly complex sentence structures.
Some words, as we all know, have more than one meaning. The more letters and syllables a word has, the more complex the word’s meaning as a general rule. People say that I like to throw around too many of them “thousand dollar” words like “feckless” and “obtuse” and so on in my day to day conversations.
I SAY THAT HAVING A LARGE VOCABULARY IS NOT MY PROBLEM—IT’S YOURS!
(If you really want an example of a master of million dollar words see Buckley, William F.)
What is a problem for me these days is how left and right wing politicians and the liberal media have taken to conveniently changing the conventional meaning of common words in an effort to skew the US (and even the world) population’s perception of the hard realities of the times we live in. Right somehow means left, up is actually down, bad is really good, and blaa is happy?
Case in point--the public gnashing of teeth over President Bush’s proposed “Budget Cuts” contained in the new Federal budget. The problem is the government’s concept of Baseline Budgeting. What a total dumptruck load of crappola this concept is.
Let’s look at the dictionary meaning of the hated words—"Budget Cut"
First, there is the word ”Budget” (from the Merriam Webster Dictionary):
1 chiefly dialect : a usually leather pouch, wallet, or pack; also : its contents
2 : STOCK, SUPPLY
3 : a quantity (as of energy or water) involved in, available for, or assignable to a particular situation; also : an account of gains and losses of such a quantity
4 a : a statement of the financial position of an administration for a definite period of time based on estimates of expenditures during the period and proposals for financing them b : a plan for the coordination of resources and expenditures c : the amount of money that is available for, required for, or assigned to a particular purpose.
The second word is “Cut”:
1 a : to penetrate with or as if with an edged instrument b : to hurt the feelings of c : to strike sharply with a cutting effect d : to strike (a ball) with a glancing blow that imparts a reverse spin e : to experience the growth of (a tooth) through the gum
2 a : TRIM, PARE
3 a : MOW, REAP b (1) : to divide into parts with an edged tool
4 a : to divide into segments b : INTERSECT, CROSS c : BREAK, INTERRUPT
5 a : to make by or as if by cutting: as (1) : CARVE
6 a : STOP, CEASE
7 a : to engage in (a frolicsome or mischievous action)
8 : to be able to manage or handle -- usually used in negative constructions
cut both ways : to have both favorable and unfavorable results or implications-
cut corners : to perform some action in the quickest, easiest, or cheapest way-
cut ice : to be of importance -- usually used in negative constructions-
cut it : to cut the mustard-
cut the mustard : to achieve the standard of performance necessary for success
I think that you would agree that the word “budget” has a very straight forward meaning. The meaning of the word “cut” takes significantly more space, but essentially, no matter what the context, if you endure a “cut” you have less than you started out with.
Are you with me so far?
So, in light of these two definitions, when it comes to talking about a “budget cut,” what would you expect the “budget cut” process to involve?
On a personal basis, a “Budget Cut,” would mean having less money this week than I had last week. Less money this month than I had last month. I hate it, but I have less money to spend this year than I had to spend last year. Right?
Not so with the politicians which exist at the Federal and State levels of Government of the United States of America. A “budget cut,” to the politicians, means having a lesser INCREASE in the amount of money you will have available to spend next year than you had to spend this year.
SAY WHAT???
In other words, if last year you got a pay raise and as a result you had an extra $5,000 of take home cash to spend in 2004, but your boss just announced that this year you were only getting a $4,000 take home raise, as a government employee you would run home to your Mama and your wife and your dog and your bird and yell at the top of your lungs:
“OUR COMPANY IS HAVING A BUDGET CUT!”
You will still have $4,000 more cash to waste at Blockbuster Video and to spend on Quarter Pounder's with Cheese in 2005 than you had in 2004, but the HOMELESS are more HOMELESS and the POOR are more POOR and the FARMERS can do less FARMING and everything is GOING TO HELL IN A HANDBASKET because the government is REDUCING THE AMOUNT OF THE INCREASED SPENDING.
THEY’RE HAVING BUDGET CUTS!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!
Well in the words of Jerry Garcia of The Grateful Dead, “I might be going to hell in a basket, but at least I’m enjoying the ride…”
This is so stupid…Are you?
Monday, February 07, 2005
You Have To Read This
My friends and idols over at Powerline have an interesting article about more crap delivered in the form of a newspaper editorial, emanating from the warped, evil, desperate, stupid brain of former Public Broadcaster Bill Moyers. You just have to read it.
I tilt my head back and laugh out loud as the stupid-assed main stream media continues to thrash about uselessly, suffering denial of the power of fact checking that the bloggosphere possesses.
My own personal problem is trying to not feel inferior in the shadow of the work of John Hinderaker, Scott Johnson, and Paul Mirengoff over at Powerline.
I tilt my head back and laugh out loud as the stupid-assed main stream media continues to thrash about uselessly, suffering denial of the power of fact checking that the bloggosphere possesses.
My own personal problem is trying to not feel inferior in the shadow of the work of John Hinderaker, Scott Johnson, and Paul Mirengoff over at Powerline.
Six Days of Silence
Sorry folks, but I've been distracted this past week and the words have been few and far between. Well, actually the words fit for public publication have been few and far between. Progress on the new book has been suffering also.
As mothers the world over have admonished, if you can't say something nice, better to say nothing at all.
WELL NOW...I'm about to forget that advice entirely. I have a whole load of stuff saved up and I feel a few world class rants are about to erupt...
EVERYBODY (please) return your tray tables and seatbacks to the upright and locked positions and get ready to read some new "stuff" I've been worrying about later today.
As mothers the world over have admonished, if you can't say something nice, better to say nothing at all.
WELL NOW...I'm about to forget that advice entirely. I have a whole load of stuff saved up and I feel a few world class rants are about to erupt...
EVERYBODY (please) return your tray tables and seatbacks to the upright and locked positions and get ready to read some new "stuff" I've been worrying about later today.
