On saving oil

Armed Liberal sesz there's no sea change required. To wit:

Six years ago, I needed a new car to replace the minivan I gave my ex- in the divorce. I had three sons, we camp and ski, and so the mandate was three rows of seats (so I don't have to Tase them too often on long trips) with space in back to put the plastic Tupperware boxes of gear that we travel with.

There were only three cars (plus several 12-passenger vans) that fit the requirement. Ford Excursion, Chevy or GMC Suburban, and a Honda Odyssey minivan.

Read on ==> Winds of Change.NET: The 3% Solution

Seen on Instapundit

Tunnel Bomb Schmunnel Bomb

Rolling Stone Moonbat sez: "the Holland Tunnel story is fabricated!!!!".

Commenters at LGF have it covered. I love the first one.

Reunite Sheehan and Chavez

Keep your credit card handy!

Chancellor Dies

Denice Denton has died.



Denton was the Chancellor at UC Santa Cruz, hotbed of anti-military moonbattery.

Reason [Magazine] Online blames, in part, Michelle Malkin.

Did anyone else used to read Reason? I loved it when I first saw in ten years ago, but now it's just, well, ick.

Oh boy, I'm stealing that!

So I'm reading Protein Wisdom. Down in the comment section, one idiot named brooksfoe is showing his ass, and it gets spanked.

As I said, kid, a tin ear. You are articluate, but you don’t know much about the devices of rhetoric. Sullivan isn’t mentioning slavery and Rumsfeld in the same breath to create an objective, dispassionate impression. Only a naif would believe such a thing--and I grant you your poetic juxtaposition.

Jeff was merely pointing out that Sullivan’s increasingly left-wing spew undercuts whatever claims he may be making to ‘conservatism’ and objectivity.

Your worldview--as I’ve suggested before--is predicated on a dislike and distrust of the United States so deeply ingrained that you are not even aware of it. From this single attitude, all else in your “political philosophy” devolves. Yet, you examine yourself and find yourself to be a reasonable, liberal fellow. Logic, my ass. You are not the one to judge the quality of a logical argument. You haven’t the tools.

Yours is an attitude that is as repellent to others as it is to me. That’s where the hostility is coming from. You have no gift for perspective, knowledge of history or sense of the ebb and flow of life. You are a nihilist. You read neither broadly nor deeply. You do not interpret the things you have read very well. You cobble your arguments together from dry cuds left over from your school days and bits of hoary leftist propaganda you’ve collected from various fashionable, politically-caressed news sources. Contrary to what you may believe, you haven’t an original idea in your skull. You are a dupe, a tool and a useful idiot.

Yet, even that fails to prevent you from speaking arrogantly about issues of which you know virtually nothing and disparaging honorable people whose feet you are not fit to kiss.

I am so stealing that. There might be a better summation of Leftist ideology, but I haven't read it this month.

Nork Missiles launched

Yay.

Here's what pisses me off in all of this: North Korea is China's dog. Without China, North Korea would not even exist. Hell, without China, North Korea would never have come into creation. Kimmy Dimmy Ding Dong would fall quicker than a ten-dollar whore on payday if China simply said "Knock it off, you moron!"

But China is propping North Korea up, and I'm fairly certain they're encouraging the Norks to launch it's missiles, because it's making us rather uneasy. And in the Chinese government's eyes, that's a good thing. It's warmongering by proxy, and China holds the keys.

So if I were president, here's what I would do: Tell China, in no uncertain terms, that if they refuse to keep their dog on a short leash, we will arm every ally we have within Nork missile range with nuclear warheads. That means South Korea, Japan, and most importantly, Taiwan.

Let China throw it's fit, and tell them to go fuck off. And then start shipping missiles to those three countries, until China clamps a lid on North Korea.

It's time that we started playing hardball with those communist clusterfucks, because they've been playing it for decades while we've tried to be nice. And what did nice get us? North Korea with a nuke. Gee, that worked out well, didn't it? We're not dealing with a rational person, we're dealing with a half-pint commie filled with delusions of grandeur who has been selling weapons to anyone with cash for the past twenty or thirty years. Diplomacy doesn't work on the criminally insane. That's a proven fact. And Kim Jong Il is insane, make no doubt about it. He's nuts. Fucking loco. We need to stop treating him like he's an equal, and remind him that should the balloon go up, we can and will wipe any memory of him off the face of the earth. And let China know that should any hostilities take place, the Chinese would have US Army divisions right on their border within ten days.

If they don't like it, too bad.

But then, I'm not president. More's the pity.

And yes, I'm still typing this from an undisclosed location.

"An experiment"

BREAKING!!!!

Democratic Underpantsian casts HUGE doubt on 9/11 story!!!!



Check it out!

UPDATE: Maxi preesh to the proprietor of punditry in the Heart of Jesusland for the link. In the original post I was remiss in not tipping the cap to the place where i saw this story first: The Corner.

Ann Coulter was crass...

...when she said caustic things about the "Jersey Girls". Today we get an American Leftist Principle Text: will they (American Leftists) or will they not celebrate the death of Kenneth Lay dead?

Fourth of July barbecue, ...

...Leftist-Style.

Happy Independence Day, all.

Don't forget to pause at some point today and raise your glass high to honor those who 230 years ago created the greatest invention in the history of mankind: the United States of America.




Read it here.

News that is fit to print

From the New York Times, 30 June 2006:



WTF???

Cartoons: Still Waiting

Gateway Pundit, impressed by the intrepid bravery of NY Times et al to print leaked stories re: Bush Administration anti-terror programs, invites NY Times et al to get really brave.

DANEgerus Roundup

DANEgerus has a nice roundup of NY Times / SWIFT polls and commentary. While it is pretty claer that the stoyr was a naked political offering to Democrats and other Bush Haters, I think I see nothing warranting prosecution of the Times here.

At the same time, I'd like to see the leakers found, tried, convicted, and, most importantly, stripped of their government pensions.

ALSO: Lichtblau: spinning, and busted.

Talking Point defined

It's almost like a contest; count the instances of "Zionist regime" here and win an Ayatollah Khomeini bobblehead.

The definition of "Talking Point"

It's almost like a contest; count the instances of "Zionist regime" here and win an Ayatollah Khomeini bobblehead.

No Internet notice

And for anyone who cares, the Puerto Rico Telephone Company is nothing more than a third rate craptastic group of incompetent shitnozzles.

After somehow losing the payments for the past two months, as well as still charging us for services we cut off three months ago, they had the gall to tell us that they would reconnect our phone sometime next week if we paid them a fee that was over one-hundred dollars. Y'know, to make up for the payments they lost, even though our bank statement says that they deposited our checks.

The Raging Mrs. lived up to the first part of her name. The person on the other end of the line was rather lucky that they were on the phone, rather than in person. I'm rather lucky as well, because had the conversation taken place face to face, I would have to find a place around here to dispose of one shredded body.

So the short short version is this: The Raging Mrs. told PRTC to fuck themselves with a chainsaw, which means we have no phone line. And since we can't get cable internet on post, we don't have any internet at our house. I'm typing this from an undisclosed location on post. In the meantime, we're trying to find some way of getting internet that doesn't require a phone line or cable. We thought we had found a company that could get us internet, but due to our location (or more importantly, due to the location of their broadcasting tower) that fell through. Needless to say, posts from me are going to decline in number for a while until we get this figured out.

But we will get it figured out, one way or another.

And now for some good news - the laptop stolen from a VA employee's house has been recovered.

WASHINGTON - Social Security numbers and other personal data on 26.5 million veterans and military troops were not copied from a Veterans Affairs computer missing for eight weeks, the FBI said Thursday.

The recovery of the laptop and external drive was a "positive note in this very sad saga," VA Secretary Jim Nicholson said.

Now, according to some of the reports I've seen, the employee had permission to take all that information home so that she could continue working. If that's the case, I want to see some heads way up high start rolling. But hopefully, none of the information was copied or removed.

Time will tell. The wife and I had a password installed on our bank account because of this. The tech we spoke with said that quite a few people had been doing that. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

He's Moderate

Barack Obama sez: white men have difficulty clapping in rhythm and adds that John Murtha is not to be second guessed.

Unfortunately...

...they seem to prefer the Stone Age: Hostage Murdered

Whatever it takes

Bomb them further into the stone age.

Level their power plants. Flatten their water supply. Destroy everything that allows them to function, until the terrorists give up the captured Israeli soldier.

And if they find the soldier dead, continue to flatten everything the terrorists have, until the terrorists can no longer attack Israel.

I have never understood the restraint Israel places on itself. They target as selectively as possible. They give up the Gaza Strip, for god's sake, hoping that the Palestinians will just leave them alone! But nothing works. Nothing works when the people you're dealing with are people in name only.

So if they don't want the carrot, give them the stick. And make damn sure it's a big stick.

Burn the ground and then salt it, so that no Palestinian can ever again use that land to attack Israel. As far as I'm concerned, until the Palestinians stop their terrorism against Israel, they have forfeited the right to live. If they cannot draw breath without using it to attack Israel, then prevent them from drawing another breath.

Is that nice? No. But the Palestinians have shown that they will only allow one group of people to survive. It is their own choice to attack. Israel should ensure that they never get the chance.

NEVER AGAIN!

There are some people....

There are some people out there that you just hate to meet, for whatever reason.

Some people don't know how to have any fun, as if laughter was something to be avoided. They don't know how to keep an interesting conversation going; they always interject something off-topic or smothering.

Some people have gone through life trying not to offend people by being PC, or by changing themselves to fit other people's perceptions. They try to be everything to everyone, and in doing so make themselves less, as if in assuming so many identities they have forgotten to forge their own.

Some people only say what other people want to hear, instead of saying the truth. Truth can be uncomfortable. Truth can be harsh and acidic. And thus, the truth can make some people fidget in their chairs and plug their ears.

Some people have run away from risks in life, staying in their comfort zone at all times, even when it means living a bland, average life. They've never experienced anything great, because they refuse to risk failing in their goal, and thus never even make it halfway to greatness.

Some people go through life doing what they're told, and never once saying "You know what? Screw you, I'm going to do what I want for once in my life!"

And then there are the other people. The other people that you love to meet, and try to surround yourself with.

These are the people who say what's on their mind, even when it might piss people off. They care more about the truth than your feelings, and even if they offend you in the process you're thankful that there's at least ONE person in the world who won't load you down with bullshit.

The other people not only know how to laugh and have a good time, they try to do it as much as they possibly can.

The other people are individuals to the core, and you know when you meet them that there ain't anyone else in the world quite like this guy or gal. Put twenty people in identical clothing and identical haircuts, and you can still pick those other people out, because the sheer act of fitting in with everyone else is so alien to them that they just can't do it.

The other people know that you don't get rich, or famous, or achieve greatness by sitting on your front porch bragging about what you did in highschool. You find the highest peak you can, and start climbing it, because the reward at the top of that peak is worth all the risks involved. And if you only made it halfway there, you can at least look down at all the miserable pukes who didn't even try, and pity them. Or tell them where the hand-holds are. Or both. What if the Wright Brothers said "Nah, too risky!'? What if the Pilgrims said "You know, Greenland should be good enough don't you think?" What if Christopher Columbus had said "Turn it around boys, it's too risky."? But they didn't. They were the other people.

Rob Smith was one of those other people. You read his blog, and you didn't know whether to curse him out or laugh out loud. You looked at the things he did in life, and you had one of two thoughts. It was either A) "Oh hell, I wish I'd done that!" or B) "Did you mean to fuck it up that bad, or was it an accident?"

Never once did you read his writing and go "Meh. Whatever."

Rob was found slumped on his couch this morning. He was in his mid 50's, but he packed more life into those years than some people could experience in three lifetimes. He lived life on his terms, and if you didn't like it then you could kiss his cracker ass.

I met Rob in Tacoma, when he and his friend Catfish (and Catfish's wife Georgia) were doing a road trip through the States. He was a cranky old coot, but that could have something to do with the fact that I showed up in a kilt and a smile with my then girlfriend (now wife) on my arm. We talked, and drank, and had a good time, and then my wife and I went home. We've kept in touch, kinda-sorta. I'd read his blog, he'd stop by here every now and then, and we'd wave at each other over the internet. I figured I'd get another chance to hang out with him when I got off this island.

Not this time.

Rob had written steadily for years. He influenced more people than even he knew. And when the bullshit was flying, you could always count on Rob to cut through the crap and lay out the truth as he saw it. Even if you didn't like what he presented, you knew he wasn't giving you a line of BS. He had a hell of a life, both good and bad, and towards the end of it managed to beat down his personal demons. Again, life on his terms. There wasn't anything that was going to control him if he had anything to say about it.

Rob wrote the way people should write. He was popular because he not only put his heart out on his blog, he made sure you could understand how he felt and why he felt that way. He was a better communicator than most of the intellectuals today could even dream of being.

Dammit, Rob, you're going to be missed. This planet needs more of people like you, not less.

But Godspeed, brother.