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Fat Lip at Nuremberg


Congratulations to the Navy SEALs, acquitted all. And Lt. Col. Bill Russell is closing in on the People’s congressional seat once held by Jack Murtha. A good week for the good guys.

Maybe we should give those SEALs the proposed “Courageous Restraint” medal–they showed a helluva lot more than I probably would have.

Speaking of beer and elections, Prof. Jacobson has this Jumping in Pools link:

Andrew Griffiths won in a 12 year dominated Labour district, with 44.5% of the vote, due in part for running a campaign based on beer. I’m not kidding, this issue was substantial in his election, even his campaign website has Supporting the Brewing Industry number two on his issues page, I just can’t believe it. Apparently 33% of the price of every pint of beer goes towards taxation in Britain, forcing local Pubs to close on a regular basis, while punishing casual beer drinkers for the problems of hostile alcoholics.

As Steyn noted here, the English pub is also under assault by mass Muslim immigration.

And on the Subprime Bomber:

Incidentally, one way of falling behind with your house payments is to take half a year off to go to Pakistan and train in a terrorist camp. Perhaps Congress could pass some sort of jihadist housing credit?

It’s dangerous to joke like that, Mark; this Congress enacts the punchlines.

Speaking of celebrations, I hope you celebrated Hard Hat Riot Day with Kathy Shaidle yesterday:

On May 8, 1970, New York mayor John Lindsay ordered all flags on city buildings lowered to half staff, in memory of the students who’d died in the Kent State shootings four days earlier.

Construction workers at the World Trade Center building site got wind of the plan. When anti-war protester assembled at the George Washington statue on Wall Street that day — complete with Viet Cong flags — suits and hard hats joined forces against the hippies, in one of the weirdest 70s events you’ve never heard of: the Hard Hat Riot.

It brought a tear to my eye, *sniff*–and it’s not just the tear gas this time.

And speaking of sentimental favorites, call your Mom.


The Smear du Jour…Hey, Bubba; what’s a “Dew Shoe-er”?

OR, “When Billy Ray Met T. Coddington Van Voorhees VII”


First it was “AstroTurf” (i.e., fake grass-roots). Then it was extremist, with Nancy Pelosi seeing swastikas. Then it was racist, with still-unsubstantiated claims of invidious slurs. And it was about to turn violent, with Bill Clinton reliving his Oklahoma City glory days.

The Washington’s Post’s E.J. Dionne is trying yet another new tack. He opens his latest column by saying this movement is really a big nothing:

The Tea Party is nothing new. It represents a relatively small minority of Americans on the right end of politics, and it will not determine the outcome of the 2010 elections.

Don’t bother voting, guys. E.J. and his friends have that taken care of–and if you don’t believe it, just ask Gov. Jon Corzine and Sen. Martha Coakley. But here’s the new anti-tea-party theme:

Their findings suggest that the Tea Party is essentially the reappearance of an old anti-government far right that has always been with us and accounts for about one-fifth of the country. The Times reported that Tea Party supporters “tend to be Republican, white, male, married and older than 45.” They are also more affluent and better educated than Americans as a whole. This is the populism of the privileged.

“Privileged”? I was already one Frank Rich’s Stalinist McCarthy-ites.

Or to be more precise, a seditious Talibani, Shi’ite, witch-burning, book-burning, leaf-burning, Communist, Anti-Communist, Nazi, Anti-Nazi, Holocaust-Denying, Warming-Denying, “N”-Word-Denying, Denial-of-Service-denying, Neo-Con, Neo-Confederate McVeigh, McCain, McChimpy, McBush, McCarthy-ite MacDonald’s militia-member…and now I’m a member of the country club, too? Yee-haw!

Is this a great country, or what? One day, you’re a knuckle-dragging Neanderthal…and the next day, you’re the museum curator! One day, you’re Junior Johnson, and the next day, you’re Enzo Ferrari!

Mr. E.J. Diane has done found us out, boys; we dwell in our double-wides by day, just to fool CNN reporters and maintain our cover as the “poor, undereducated and easily led”. But at night, we come out to drive our yachts around the marina basin. Or is it “pilot”? I’ll ask my butler.

I do have a butler, don’t I, E.J.? I should.

After all, I’m one of the Tea Party’s new-fangled “privileged” six-figure “populists” who pretends to speak for the working man.

Just like you, E.J.!


Before the Glory Fades…


“The liberties of our Country, the freedom of our civil constitution are worth defending at all hazards: And it is our duty to defend them against all attacks. We have receiv’d them as a fair Inheritance from our worthy Ancestors: They purchas’d them for us with toil and danger and expence of treasure and blood; and transmitted them to us with care and diligence. It will bring an everlasting mark of infamy on the present generation, enlightened as it is, if we should suffer them to be wrested from us by violence without a struggle; or be cheated out of them by the artifices of false and designing men. Of the latter we are in most danger at present: Let us therefore be aware of it. Let us contemplate our forefathers and posterity; and resolve to maintain the rights bequeath’d to us from the former, for the sake of the latter. – Instead of sitting down satisfied with the efforts we have already made, which is the wish of our enemies, the necessity of the times, more than ever, calls for our utmost circumspection, deliberation, fortitude, and perseverance. Let us remember that “if we suffer tamely a lawless attack upon our liberty, we encourage it, and involve others in our doom.” It is a very serious consideration, which should deeply impress our minds, that millions yet unborn may be the miserable sharers of the event.”–Sam Adams in the Boston Gazette, October 14, 1771

“What a glorious morning this is!”–to John Hancock at the Battle of Lexington, April 19, 1775

A glorious morning…in which I get my first quote by Glenn at Instapundit and link by Capt. Ed at Hot Air, regarding this.

I’m such a show-off. I really should be ashamed. And I will be.

But first, I’d like to thank the Academy…


UPDATE: Speaking of spanking the Academy


Veggie-heads more…uhh, stupider

Well, this sure explains a lot:

MELBOURNE: Scientists have discovered that going veggie could be bad for your brain-with those on a meat-free diet six times more likely to suffer brain shrinkage.

There’s a sting in the tail, though:

Brain scans of more than 1,800 people found that people who downed 14 drinks or more a week had 1.6% more brain shrinkage than teetotallers. Women in their seventies were the most at risk.

Beer does less damage than wine according to a study in Alcohol and Alcoholism.

Well, damn. Not a beer guy, never will be. Not a wine guy either. I’m screwed, I guess. What was it we were talking about again?

Update! Typos fixed. I’m apparently getting stupiderer by the minute here.


We Now Return


No, I don’t mean this evening’s “Barack Onassis–Live at Caesar’s Palace!”-show. Or even Arianna’s love life.

No, I’m talking about ‘The Keith ‘n Chrissie Show’ on the Olbermann Channel, LOLNBC.

Keith and his sidekick, 300-lb. Samoan political commentator Chris Matthews are quickly descending into Hunter S. Thompson-land, an Altered Reality vacation destination fueled by yohimbe bark, Pabst Blue Ribbon and the remnants of Ed Muskie’s ibogaine stash. I think I just saw Keith licking a psychotropic toad coming out of commercial break.

Chris and Keith are the political equivalent of an O.J. low-speed Bronco chase. Their ‘Fear and Loathing in Denver’-act has become Must-See TV. But for those who care about Keith, one word–“intervention”.

By the way, when Marcus Obamis announces his plan for defeat in Iraq tonight at his Big, Fat, Greek Coronation, can we call the plan “Plato’s Retreat”?


Read a book!

Steven H. Graham, that inimitable whiner at Hog On Ice, has finally published the pinnacle of Western Literature.  This book deserves to be right up there with other required reading like triple Pulitzer Prize winner and Nobel Peace Prize nominee Jonah Goldberg’s Liberal Fascism.

I speak, of course, of Eat What You Want and Die Like a Man, a book that should under no circumstances be read by a liberal, as it might cause their wee little noggin to explode.

Get it here.

Be a total fool and pay upwards of $80.00 for the original version here.

Oddly enough, Gabby McGabberson remains silent on the subject.  Maybe Steve should send him a copy.

I started reading this book the other night and couldn’t put it down.  Thankfully I work closing shift, because I didn’t get to bed until 2AM.  Go ye forthe and do the same.


First they came for the yachts…

…but I didn’t stand up because I didn’t own one.

Then they came for the porn, but I didn’t stand up because I gave that up when I got married.

Then they came for the beer. And I didn’t stand up because I was drunk.

Almost all of the Democrats’ ideas are being met with some degree of scorn.

“Some people are e-mailing, threatening to come and slug me,” said Assemblyman Jim Beall (D-San Jose), who hopes to see a $1.80 tax added to the price of every six-pack of beer sold in the state. “We’re getting some pretty nasty comments.”

As well they should Jimbo. Didn’t Jefferson say something about…ah yes….”The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is it’s natural manure.”

C’mon Jim! Stand up for liberty! Water the tree!

Yet another Dem politico standing up for the little guy.


I just saw God.



Oh. My. God.

This beer is better than anything else I’ve ever had, foreign or domestic, in my entire life. I was in the Air Force over 9 years, with the traveling that entails. I’ve had my fair share of beer. With apologies to Denis Leary, I’ve had your share and his share and their share…I’ve had a lot.

And I didn’t even chill it first.

Have I committed a crime against the brewing arts? One of you beer nerds help me out here. Am I supposed to chill this divine nectar of the very gods before I drink it?

I dunno. Seems like that would reduce the impact of the aroma and flavor. Somebody lay some knowledge on me. Because I swear by all I hold holy, if I haven’t already, I’m going to enjoy this ambrosia the way it’s supposed to be, or die trying.




"America is at that awkward stage. It's too late to work within the system, but too early to shoot the bastards." – Claire Wolfe, 101 Things to Do 'Til the Revolution

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