Monthly Archives: November 2016
Fidel Castro Dies
Remember this, eulogists: Krushchev to Castro: In your cable of October 27 you proposed that we be the first to carry out a nuclear strike against the enemy’s territory. Naturally you understand where that would lead us. It would not … Continue reading
Begone!
The presidential election recently concluded gave us curmudgeons the rare pleasure of being grumpy no matter the outcome. The contest between knaves and fools was unique that way.* I get to say for the next four years (or until he … Continue reading
This Day
Today marks the 53rd anniversary of the death of C. S. Lewis, among others. I first learned of Lewis some months after his death, in a magazine notice, probably an appreciation or obituary, in the winter of 1964. In The … Continue reading
Eye on the Ball
Mr. Pence said that when he heard boos from the audience, he told his daughter, who was also in attendance, “That’s what freedom sounds like.” Don’t get distracted by the President-elects ability to distract us with his tweeting. He’s a … Continue reading
Freakout! Division!
There’s something in educator’s water that’s driving them to long letters about last week’s presidential election. Readers have been sending examples to Scott Johnson at Powerline: here’s his most recent example. This has spread to chairfolk of YWCAs and even … Continue reading
My Brain Hurts
Harnessed, the incendiary codswallop I’ve read in the last 24 hours would light North America, easy. One reason for #NeverTrump was always that he might win, and his horribleness used to paint conservative policies with the ugly brush. It’s already … Continue reading
Feeling Disenfranchised
My 11th Presidential Ballot. A few observations. McMullins’ people (does he have people?) didn’t get him on the ballot here, leaving the Gang of Eight at the top of the ballot. Hurl. In a state that is now infamous for … Continue reading
Something completely different
Things seen in the garden yesterday.
Told Ya
Been saying this for months. Wish I’d been wrong. Gee, we’re dumb.
Tomorrow. Hide.
Election Day is tomorrow. No happy eve, this, for those who cannot stop their noses at the stench that roils off the both of ‘em. I understand those who, finding one stench more unpleasant than the other, make their decision … Continue reading
Premodern Ramblings 