URLs du Jour


  • Hey, kids! You too can go to Recovery.gov to find the jobs the stimulus created in your home state. Let's see…


    W00t! Twenty-two whole jobs for the Granite State. Heckuva job, stimulators! (Inspired by Jim Geraghty's comments on New Jersey and Virginia.)

  • Speaking of jobs: if you can do visualizations like this, you shouldn't be unemployed.

  • Ray Cardello got the same taxpayer-funded mailing I did from our common Congresswoman, Carol Shea-Porter. It has a nice little "feedback" card you can (a) rip out, (b) fill out, and then—for all the good it will do to influence her voting behavior—(c) throw out. Comments Ray from Raymond:
    Ms. Porter, it is clear from your actions and your voting record, along with your lack of response to hear from your constituents this summer, that you really do not care what we think and you will vote whatever way Speaker Pelosi wants you to, for that is how to secure your seat in the House.
    Well, maybe. I would think that the Congresswoman's complete lack of independence from the Democratic House leadership would be a killer campaign issue for her opponent. Didn't work for Jeb Bradley in 2008, but it might work for someone who didn't have his or her own independence issues.

  • Can you see the cap on my head over there on the right? (No, your right.) I need no additional reasons to despise the New York Yankees, but Matt Welch provides one more big one: they're corporate welfare queens.

  • Merry old Finland has declared broadband Internet access to be a "right" of its citizenry. Adam Thierer is mercilessly scornful, and judging by the adulation at other sites, some of my fellow geeks should check Adam out.

  • Winding up on a more serious note for a change: Charles Krauthammer is absolutely devastating in his column on President Obama's foreign policy. Conclusion:
    The Russian leadership, hardly believing its luck, needs no interpreter to understand that when the Obama team clownishly rushes in bearing gifts and "reset" buttons, there is nothing ulterior, diabolical, clever, or even serious behind it. It is amateurishness, wrapped in naïveté, inside credulity. In short, the very stuff of Nobels.
    Or beauty paegants.

Last Modified 2012-10-05 9:07 AM EDT