[Reporter:] “Excuse me, do you mind if I ask what you thought of [Marco Rubio's]
speech?”
Woman: “I thought it was great. I liked how he related to average
people, you know? I don’t hear a lot of candidates talking about how to
make it easier for low-income families to succeed in America.”
Reporter: “It didn’t bother you that his second cousin once removed said
Tom Brady wears ladies underwear?
Woman: “Who said that?”
Reporter: “Rubio’s second cousin once removed. He said it at a Miami
fund-raiser three weeks ago. Thus far, Rubio has failed to disown his
cousin, denounce the comment, or apologize to Tom Brady for it."
I got "Libertarian" on this quiz. See how you do:
[Darn. Doesn't work any more.]
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(I've also pre-ordered Charles C.W. Cooke's book, and so should you. Link at right.)
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There's Dave Barry content at the WSJ this
weekend, musing about whether his (and my) parents' generation
managed to have more fun than ours. It's hard to find anything
excerptable, just go read it if you can breach the WSJ paywall.
(Or buy—ahem—Dave's
book.)
Let us count the layers of awesomeness in this Variety
story: (1) Rosamund Pike is said to be co-starring
with (2) Christian Bale, who is playing (3) Travis McGee in
The Deep Blue Good-by,
an upcoming movie based on John D. MacDonald's novel. That was
enough for me, but: (4) the movie's screenplay is by Dennis Lehane.
Does that mean it will be set in Boston instead of Fort Lauderdale?
Nah, probably not. In any case, could the filmmakers just tell me
where I should send my wallet?
Pun Salad's first post was 10 years ago today. Not sure how to
celebrate, but here's a somewhat arbitrary "greatest hits"
selection of posts, one per year:
Top
XLII Facts About the Super Bowl (Historical note: the Pats
lost. I regret the snark directed at the psychic powers of Dionne
Warwick in this post.)
I encourage you to read the long but worthwhile
article "Grievance
School" by Steven F. Hayward at National Review; it's a piece
with which I was much impressed when I read it in my dead-trees copy
a few days ago.
Of all
the college towns fixed in the American mind as bastions of elite
leftism, a Big Four stand out: Cambridge, Madison, Berkeley, and
Boulder. It was no wonder, then, that the University of Colorado at
Boulder received national attention, and raised many eyebrows, when it
announced a couple of years back that it wanted to hire an identified
conservative as a visiting faculty member — the beginning of a privately
funded pilot program to bring conservative perspectives to its storied
campus. I ended up being the guinea pig for this unorthodox
experiment.
Steven was (briefly and unsuccessfully) accused of "bigotry"
for un-PC observations at the Power Line blog.
And more recently, Steven has been one of the scholars
targeted
by Rep. Raul Grijalva (D-AZ); Rep Raul has demanded that Steven's
employer, Pepperdine, produce "detailed records on the funding sources
for affiliated researchers who have opposed the scientific consensus on
man-made global warming". Steven calls Raul and his ilk "McCarthyite
witch hunters" and it's hard to disagree.
I do hope the House Committee on Natural Resources will hold a
hearing on this topic, because I’d love to ask Rep. Grijava some
questions in return, such as which contacts at Greenpeace ginned up the
particulars of his complaint (since I doubt the worthy Rep. or his staff
actually read Power Line, which is cited in his letter). Further, it
will be fun to ask a series of questions about the incentives of
government-funded scientists, such as what might happen to their
government research grants if they didn’t report a result congenial to
Rep. Grijalva. More to the point: why pick on the seven of us at
universities? Does he really just say “how high?” every time
Greenpeace asks him to jump?
And, yes, I've heard of Pepperdine:
Another scholar under investigation by "Tailgunner Raul" Grijalva
is Roger Pielke, Jr. His reaction
is also very much worth your attention. His heresy was minor: asserting (with
plenty of solid evidence)
that it was “incorrect to associate the increasing costs of disasters with the
emission of greenhouse gases.”
Pielke's conclusion:
The incessant attacks and smears are effective, no doubt, I have
already shifted all of my academic work away from climate issues. I am
simply not initiating any new research or papers on the topic and I have
ring-fenced my slowly diminishing blogging on the subject. I am a full
professor with tenure, so no one need worry about me — I’ll be just fine
as there are plenty of interesting, research-able policy issues to
occupy my time. But I can’t imagine the message being sent to younger
scientists. Actually, I can: “when people are producing work in line with the
scientific consensus there’s no reason to go on a witch hunt.”
When “witch hunts” are deemed legitimate in the context
of popular causes, we will have fully turned science into just
another arena for the exercise of power politics. The result is a big
loss for both science and politics.
Good luck unringing that bell.
Katherine Timpf reports
that Wesleyan University is now offering "Open House", a "LGBTTQQFAGPBDSM" dorm.
The uncensored version of the acronym:
"Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Transsexual, Queer, Questioning,
Flexual, Asexual, Genderfuck, Polyamourous, Bondage/Disciple,
Dominance/Submission, Sadism/Masochism".
Politifact attempted to check
an aside in Jonah Goldberg's recent column
on "gotcha" questions
posed to Scott Walker:
As my National Review colleague Kevin Williamson
notes, “Everybody wants to know what Scott Walker and Sarah Palin think
about evolution, but almost nobody is asking what Nancy Pelosi and
Barack Obama think about homeopathy, acupuncture, aromatherapy and the
like.” Even though such remedies have been given elevated legitimacy
under the Affordable Care Act.
The quote is from Kevin Williamson's article here.
Specifically:
I have made the point here a
dozen times — and you’d think that one of these big-on-science guys like
Neil deGrasse Tyson or Bill Nye would take up the cause — that there is
in reality an important federal project under way giving rank
pseudoscience and pure hokum the force of law: Obamacare, which, thanks
to the efforts of Senator Tom Harkin (D., Iowa), will oblige
taxpayers to subsidize all manner of scientifically illegitimate
“alternative medicine.” Everybody wants to know what Scott Walker and
Sarah Palin think about evolution, but almost nobody is asking what
Nancy Pelosi and Barack Obama think about homeopathy, acupuncture,
aromatherapy, and the like. The same people who are scandalized that
Walker doesn’t want to talk about something that he doesn’t know the
first thing about celebrate as the most important health-care advance in
a generation a law that treats as legitimate sundry species of quackery
based in pure
mysticism.
The point Jonah and Kevin assert about Obamacare
is somewhat tangential to the main point of their articles, but that's
what the Politifact-checker, Lou Jacobson, chose to "factcheck".
And deemed it "Partially True". Because “it leaves out important
details.”
Really?
A fair reading of Jacobsen's "analysis"
reveals that those statements are true, full stop.
As best I can tell, [Jacobsen's quibbles] amount to the fact that Jacobson
doesn’t like the fact that my statement was entirely true. So he
meanders along pointing out things I didn’t mention (because there was
no need to) as a way to lessen the blow of the point I was making.
Also amusing: Jacobsen asserts:
(Neither Williamson nor Goldberg returned inquiries for this
fact-check.)
Jacobsen's "inquiries" were (1) e-mail message to one of Jonah's
public addresses and (2) a tweet to Kevin.
Watch out, ladies!
The Law School of the University Near Here has announced
that Joe "Excuse Me While I Feel Up Your Wife" Biden
will be on hand in Concord tomorrow.
Vice President Joe Biden will receive the second Warren B. Rudman Award
for Distinguished Public Service on February 25, 2015, when he visits
the University of New Hampshire School of Law.
Biden and the late Senator Rudman were pals, of course.
Their most magical moment was a recreation of one of the scenes
in Brief
Encounter between Trevor Howard and Celia Johnson.
The setting was immediately after the Supreme Court's Casey v.
Planned Parenthood
decision, in which David Souter helped to reaffirm Roe v. Wade.
Rudman had previously shepherded Souter's nomination to the Court
by quietly assuring Democrats that Souter wasn't as anti-abortion
as they (or George H. W. Bush, who nominated him) thought.
And so:
As fate would have it, on that same day Senator Rudman and Senator Joe
Biden bumped into each other at the train station, not in Washington, DC
but in Wilmington, Delaware.
“At first, I didn’t see Joe; then I spotted him waving at me from far
down the platform,” Rudman later recorded in his memoirs, Combat: Twelve
Years in the U.S. Senate. “Joe had agonized over his vote for David, and
I knew how thrilled he must be. We started running through the crowd
toward each other, and when we met, we embraced, laughing and crying.”
An ecstatic Biden wept tears of joy, telling Rudman over and over: “You
were right about him [Souter]! ... You were right!”
The two men were so jubilant, so giddy—practically dancing—that Rudman
said onlookers thought they were crazy: “[B]ut we just kept laughing and
yelling and hugging each other because sometimes, there are happy
endings.”
… except for all those dead babies, of course. They weren't available to
dance on the train platform with Joe and Warren.
Joe's also famous for … wait for it … getting caught at plagiarism
when he was a law student at Syracuse. And now he's getting
getting honored by our law school. Is that irony? I can never
tell.
The subtitle (and I swear I am cutting-n-pasting, not just making it
up): "The vice president won’t win, but it’d be the best thing for
Hillary Clinton and the Democratic Party."
Bouie's entire
argument seems to be that using Biden as a "sparring partner" would
help Inevitable Hillary get ready for the November election. (I would have said
"punching bag", but …)
I don't get it. Why would anyone find this kabuki useful?
Good for J.K. Simmons, who won an Oscar for Best Supporting Actor
last night. Nice to see someone from my demographic
(bald 60-something white guys) win something.
Like many Oscars, I see this as really an acknowledgment
that Oscar failed to honor him for his work as J. Jonah Jameson
in Spider-Man (2002).
In other Oscar-related news, Monica Guzman did
not care forThe Imitation Game.
Instead of an inventor, it shows a stereotype. Instead of a machine, it
shows an obsession. And instead of inspiring us to follow in the
footsteps of a person who shaped technology, the film inspires us only
to get out of the way of the next genius who can.
Monica is (like my kids)
a graduate of St. Thomas Aquinas High School of Dover, New
Hampshire. She's turned into a perceptive and successful journalist.
Good for her. (Unfortunately, her take on "Network
Neutrality" is dreadful, but you can't have everything.)
A recent NYT op-ed discusses "The
Government’s Bad Diet Advice (the URL gives a possible alternate
title: "When the Government Tells You What to Eat").
As expected, Rand Paul's multi-million phony hit
count has come crashing back to earth this week.
But (slightly unexpected), Betfair
odds on Chris Christie being elected in 2016 have gone to 48, longer
than our arbitrary cutoff of 30. So, at least for now, Governor
Christie is outta here.
And (totally unexpected), Joe Biden's odds have improved
to 30, which has us include him in our standings. Phonywise, he's edging
out Rand Paul for a respectable third place:
Biden's improved odds perhaps show that there's no such thing
as bad publicity. As a WaPo blogger summarizes:
First, he's getting heat for placing his hands on the
shoulders of Stephanie Carter, wife of new Defense Secretary Ash Carter.
Then, Biden said he has great relations with the Somali community in
Wilmington, Del., "because an awful lot of them are driving
cabs." (Fox
News, Huffington
Post) Worse, or not as bad, as the 7-Eleven crack about Indian
Americans?
It's easy to be depressed about the future of our nation
when Biden's odds
of becoming President are better than those
of Rick Perry, Ted Cruz, or Bobby Jindal.
Another significant phony news story was: Pinterest took
down Rand Paul's fake "Hillary Clinton" page.
So, alas, we won't be able to see:
Among the pinned items on the parody page were photos of Clinton posing
with Muslims, as well as quotes poking fun at the former secretary of
state's statements on the killing of Americans in the terrorist attack
on the U.S. diplomatic compound in Benghazi, Libya.
Hillary's supporters deemed it "sexist". I get the feeling we're
going to hear that a lot over the next (at least) 624
days or so.
While the candidates are certainly phony enough, let's give some
extra attention to the good old MSM, which did its best this week
to live
up to the "Democratic operatives with bylines" insult. As
former Governor Tommy Thompson tweeted:
The national media has
now asked 2016 GOP presidential candidates more about Obama's
background than they asked Obama in 2008
I am not a huge fan of Jennifer Rubin, but she had some wicked
fun with a competing journalist covering Jeb Bush's foreign
policy speech/Q&A;
There is a decided lack of seriousness among the press in the
substance of foreign policy, typified by an unintentionally hilarious
tweet from a Huffington
Post reporter: “Ok. Tuning out now. I think Jeb’s pretty good at
this Q+A thing. Real approachable. And obviously has knowledge/data
points.” So whatever. Nothing remotely suggesting a gaffe so let’s
tune out.
It's sweet of Jen to classify the HuffPo as "the press",
instead of "Democrat propaganda site". Although there's certainly
overlap there.
The author of a Minnesota newspaper slideshow that called President
Obama an "assclown" for using a selfie stick apologized Monday.
… "If any actual assclowns took offense at being compared to the
President, I sincerely apologize to them."
I've been shovelling snow a lot recently. The mind tends to
wander. Specifically: what if I had a flamethrower?
I need wonder no more, because someone in a no doubt similar situation
asked Randall Munroe:
I've long thought about putting a flamethrower on the front of a car to
melt snow and ice before you drive across it. Now I've realized that a
flamethrower is impractical, but what about a high-powered microwave
emitter?
Short answer: his flamethrower idea is more practical
than the microwave idea. But click through for the long answer,
because the discussion is (as is standard for Munroe) funny and
entertaining.
Well, now, if we wanted our children to listen to Bob and Ray's
Komodo Dragon sketch… where would be take the children to listen
to Bob and Ray's
Komodo Dragon sketch?
A couple months ago, I read Free by Alfred Mele, who examined the
philosophical "free will" controversy. Professor Mele was on the pro-free
will side. At the time, I resolved to read someone on the anti-free will
side, and here he is: Sam Harris, a relatively famous
philosopher/neuroscientist.
It's a short book, with the main text coming in at 66 pages.
Acknowledgments, notes, and the index add a couple dozen more.
(Still, it's an actual book, and counts toward my yearly
total.) I took my time going through it. I wanted to give it a fair
shake.
But I was not won over.
Part of the problem was Harris's somewhat surprising sloppiness
in language, right from the start. The book opens with a description
of a 2007 horrific rape-murder in Cheshire, Connecticut committed
by Steven Hayes and Joshua Komisarjevsky. Harris
then considers a thought experiment:
As sickening as I find their behavior, I have to admit that if
I were to trade places with one of these men, atom for atom, I would
be
him: […]
Wait a minute. That's not right.
What Harris is describing is a entire body swap (the only thing
"atom for atom" can possibly mean), kind
of a combination of a Star Trek-style transporter with a time machine.
But if all the Harris-atoms are magically transported to 2007
Connecticut (while, say, the Komisarjevsky-atoms are transported
elsewhere), the result is (simply) Sam Harris. He's incorrect to assert
that "I would be him".
So Harris means something other than what he says here. He is not
actually proposing an "atom for atom" swap. Instead he's imagining a
different magic:
If I had truly been in Komisarjevsky's shoes on July 23, 2007—that is,
if I had his genes and life experience and an identical brain (or soul)
in an identical state—I would have acted exactly as he did.
From this we can deduce that, far from an "atom for atom" swap, Harris
is imagining that nearly nothing is traded. The
Komisarjevsky body and brain (with its memories) remains in 2007
Connecticut.
So it's not a Star Trek transporter at all.
It's not even like the "Turnabout Intruder" episode of Star Trek
where Kirk's personality was switched with that of the
homicidal
Janice Lester; in that case, Kirk's memories went into Lester's body
and vice-versa. (Also: not like either version of Freaky Friday.)
So what does Harris imagine is being traded with Komisarjevsky in
his thought experiment?
When Harris uses the personal pronoun "I" above, he is referring
to "the conscious witness of my thoughts and actions" (page 7).
This is the "I" he imagines
is transplanted into the (otherwise intact) murderer's
body.
And Harris's position is that this "I" is extremely powerless. It can't
stop the 2007 horrors. It's like a toy boat, helplessly tossed
on the vast ocean of thoughts, memories, desires, physiology
that make up the remainder of our physical bodies, which generate
actions that we only imagine are under our conscious control.
Harris relies heavily on the famous experiments of
Benjamin
Libet, which (he claims) support his assertions that
"unconscious causes" in the brain are the true initiator of our volitional
acts. Libert's EEG measurements showed telltale neurophysiological
activity significantly before his subjects perceived corresponding
conscious thoughts. (Interestingly enough, Libet himself
was on the pro-free
will side, and thought his experiments tended to confirm free
will.)
Harris sets a high bar for "free will" (page 13):
Consider what it would take to actually have free will. You would need
to be aware of all the factors that determine your thoughts and actions,
and you would need to have complete control over those factors.
Or… not. Isn't Harris making a too-convenient assertion here? Can't free
will involve being aware of some (if not all)
of the factors that determine
my thoughts and actions? Can't free will mean
I have incomplete control
of some of those factors? This seems to me to be a pretty accurate
description of reality, but as near as I can tell, Harris would
prefer to refute his absolutist strawman.
A late chapter has gratuitous slams of conservatives. You see,
they "often make a religious fetish of individualism".
Which Sam is happy to excoriate them for, except the entire rest of
the book is an argument that they have no free-will control over
such beliefs.
There's more, of course, but this has already gone on too long.
Rand Paul has leapt to the lead with a near-twentyfold increase
in his Google phony hit count. I assume this is yet another Google
glitch, but stay tuned…
Scott Walker got jumped on for telling the story of Megan Sampson,
a teacher who was laid off by her Wisconsin school district
in 2010 under then-onerous last-hired-first-fired seniority
rules. Typical headline: "Scott
Walker's laid-off teacher story turns out to be a phony".
Meanwhile, a different teacher, Claudia Klein Felske,
who also got a "Teacher of the
Year" award was pretty bothered by Walker's remarks to the extent
that she penned an "open
letter" to the Governor.
You failed to mention these details as you used Sampson’s lay-off from
her first year teaching position as an opportunity to bash Wisconsin
schools on the national stage. You blamed the seniority system for
Sampson’s lay-off when, in good conscience, you should have done some
serious soul searching and placed the blame squarely on your systematic
defunding of public education to the tune of $2.6 billion that you cut
from school districts, state aid to localities, the UW-System and
technical colleges.
Only problem (as many people have pointed out):
Sampson’s layoff notice came in June of 2010. And Scott
Walker wasn't Governor until 2011.
Ms. Felske is a "language arts" teacher; my guess is that this doesn't
involve pesky things like facts and dates.
Obama advisor David Axelrod wrote a book. The big story was
his admission that then-candidate Obama lied and hid
behind his (alleged) faith
in 2008 when he was asked for his position
on gay marriage.
So, yes, Obama was, is, and always will be a huge phony.
A slightly more odious one for dragging religion into it.
But
Colin Campbell of Business Insidernotes
that Axelrod makes similar unflattering observations about Hillary:
Despite offering effusive praise for her elsewhere in his book, Axelrod
also tore into Clinton for her allegedly phony embrace of Obama's 2008
"change" message.
Axelrod is quoted:
She had pressed her advantage on Washington experience and gamely
parried our call for change by embracing the word. Yet the 'change'
Hillary was offering was not much change at all — certainly not a move
away from the raw, divisive politics that had come to define Washington.
Rather, she seemed to revel in those politics. ('So if you want a winner
who knows how to take them on, I'm your girl,' she boasted.) The change
she was offering was not away from Washington's habit of parsing words
and passing on tough issues. (She habitually sought safe harbor.) The
change she was offering was not away from a system dominated by PACs and
corporate lobbyists. (She had taken their money and vocally defended
their work.) The only real change she was offering was in political
parties, and that simply wasn't enough. … In the memo, we said our task
now was to 'create a distinct and sustained contrast in all of our
communications: …. Hillary Clinton is a prescription for more of the
same, meaning that our shared goals will once again be frustrated by
Washington's failed politics.'
Yeah, thank goodness Obama won and spared us the "raw, divisive
politics" … oh, wait a minute.
Campbell
also summarizes an
incident with
a New Hampshire connection from Axelrod's book:
the dustup caused by (now-Senator) Jeanne Shaheen's
husband, Billy, asked out loud whether Obama sold drugs
in his addled youth.
Good times, man. Good times.
Elizabeth Warren won't
support Rand Paul's bill to audit the Federal Reserve. Comments
Robby Soave:
So the next time anyone talks about Warren in the context of a populist
hero, remind them that the senator from Massachusetts believes the
activities of the most powerful money-related institution in the country
should be hidden from public scrutiny.
Why it's almost as if all her class-warfare rhetoric was just boob-bait
for the (left-wing) bubbas, just a tool to grab onto political power.
Book number 5 in C.J. Box's series about Joe Pickett, a game warden
working for the State of Wyoming. It helps to have read the previous
ones. I can't say enough good things about the series.
In this one, Joe is tasked with filling in for the Jackson Hole
game warden, Will Jensen. Joe had always looked up to Will, so it's
very disturbing for him to learn that Will had gone crazy, taking
his own life. Jackson Hole is also fast-paced, high-pressure, and
very upscale
compared to Joe's normal station. There's a meat-is-murder group
not only trying to get hunting shut down in the area, but also
opposed to a real estate mogul
trying to establish
a "pure meat" development. The developer is trying to railroad
Joe's approval of his plans, and his comely wife seems to have
an independent interest in Joe. Is she just a sucker for his
game warden uniform?
But the overriding mystery is: what happened to Will? Is
Joe in danger from the same nefarious forces? (Hint: yes, he is.)
Meanwhile back home, Joe's wife and kids are being harassed by
anonymous phone calls. Joe's friend-with-a-mysterious-past, Nate,
has pledged to look after Joe's family, but he has problems of
his own: a guy from out of town is trying to track him down,
and it's not to give him flowers.
Mr. Box does his usual fine job of describing the spectacular
beauty and (sometimes) danger of the Wyoming countryside. Unlike
many genre heroes, Box's Joe is quite human: he makes mistakes,
he gets scared, he's a little slow on the uptake. He and his
wife have believable strains on their marriage.
Sometimes I gripe about books getting padded out to
contractually-obligated lengths. I didn't get that impression here,
even at 384 (paperback) pages.
[Update 2024-07-26: no longer available at Amazon, apparently, link removed]
After his
trilogyofbooks
about a dystopic United States under Islamic
rule, Robert Ferrigno returns to his previous genre of hard-boiled crime
fiction. Apparently only available as an e-book, it's an insanely great
deal, $2.99, at Amazon.
The bad guys here are eco-terrorists, hoping to save the world by
various foul deeds, like blowing up a development on
the orange bluffs above South Laguna Beach. Collateral damage:
one real estate agent and her Mercedes, crashing in flames onto
the beach below.
The bad guys are various mixtures of evil, stupid, and crazy. Behind
them is the secretive beauty, Chloe, who is playing her own game.
Their next gig is a complex one, involving (a) the kidnapping of a show-biz
lawyer, Remy, whose daddy just happens to be a tycoon; (b) the hijacking of
a truckload of anhydrous ammonia.
Things go off the rails pretty quickly. Remy is not a docile victim;
when she regains post-snatch consciousness, her first words to
her captors are: "Get me a triple-espresso. Two sugars. And a bottle
of Advil." And her boyfriend, Mack, is an ex-cop, a maverick who
didn't play by the rules, etc. Just the sort of guy to track Remy down.
It's all sorta predictable, by the numbers thriller, but you get to
wonder about how many of the characters will survive until the last
page, and who will do who in.
Boston Globe columnist Scott Lehigh uses Mitt Romney's exit from
the race as a springboard to generalize about the problem of political
authenticity: "Voters
want political candidates to get real". No great insights here,
but you might find his classifications either convincing or contestable.
Phony: Romney, George H. W. Bush, George W. Bush, both Clintons, and Kerry.
Authentic: Reagan, Ford, Carter, and Obama (!?)
Lehigh does not provide his assessment of Jeb Bush, but his paper
did its part with a hit piece researching his time
at Phillips Academy in Andover MA, the kind of research they never seem to
do about Democrats. While some of the more scurrlious yarns are
unconfimed, Jeb has admitted that he was a lousy student, partaking of
both alcohol and pot.
And yet, as many have pointed out, he went on to be an eager participant
in the drug war, putting less fortunate people in the slammer for the same
thing he got away with at Andover. For example, Rand
Paul:
“He was even opposed to medical marijuana,” Paul said of Bush, a
potential rival in the 2016 Republican presidential primary. “This is a
guy who now admits he smoked marijuana but he wants to put people in
jail who do.
One side effect of NBC News anchorman Brian Williams long-running
fabrications has been for people to recall Hillary's equally
fabulist yarn about coming under sniper fire during her visit to
Bosnia in 1996. For example, Linda
Stasi in the New York Daily News:
The fact that Brian Williams and Clinton thought
they’d get away with their outrageous war stories despite there being
living, breathing witnesses, video and now social media, is bizarrely
disturbing. The hubris of the famous in believing that they can get away
with lying forever because they are above it all never fails to astound.
And never fails to happen.
It's the sort of thing that makes me doubt Scott Lehigh's belief
that voters want authenticity in their political candidates. Dude,
if that were even close to being true, Hillary would be
baking cookies in Little Rock.
I didn't know much about this movie going in; it was one of Mrs. Salad's
picks. Just the Netflix description:
Confronted with the potential end of their marriage, Ethan and Sophie
take off for a weekend together, hoping to negotiate their future. When
they reach their idyllic destination, however, the couple strolls into a
bizarre new brand of trouble.
Ethan is played by Mark Duplass and Sophie by Elizabeth Moss. Their
whiny mutual insecurity is played for some very subtle humor at
the start. They go to a marriage counselor, and before you can
say "Hey, that's Ted Danson", they are off to a very nice estate
where they are to spend some time alone together.
Except: are they really alone? Pretty soon the movie takes
an unexpected turn into what Sophie calls "Twilight Zone" territory.
I can't really say any more here without spoilers, but it's a very
clever script that sneaks up on the viewer.
I was impressed by the acting talent of both Mr. Duplass and Ms. Moss.
But (again) I can't go into much detail about that without spoilers.
A sequel to (guess what) How to Train Your Dragon. The IMDB
raters (as I type) have given this a slightly lower rating (8.0) than
its predecessor (8.2, and number 152 of the best 250 movies
of all time). But I liked it a bit better.
The Viking land of Berk has settled into a cooperative harmony with
its dragon population. Hiccup, the previous movie's hero, is getting
along with his dad, Stoick. Hiccup and his dragon, Toothless, are
devoted to each other, and like nothing better than to explore
the neighboring lands.
But Hiccup and his pals happen upon a ragtag crew of dragon-trappers,
who
are accumulating the beasts for the brutish,
evil, wannabe-world-conquering Drago. And another strange character
appears, a masked dragon-rider whose skills are comparable to Hiccup's.
Who is it? No spoilers, sorry.
This movie has a fine plot and sympathetic characters, but wait, there's
more:
The animation folks at Dreamworks continue to display their almost-Pixar
levels of imagination and expertise to make it jaw-droppingly gorgeous
at
points, hilarious in others, and butt-clenching at others. So good on
them.
I plunked this into by TBR pile … whoa … must have been back in 2008 or
so, when I read the first novel in John Scalzi's trilogy, Old
Man's War. I followed up by reading the second entry
in 2009, The
Ghost Brigades. And now, nearly six years later, I'm finally
getting around to the third book in the (then-)trilogy, The Last
Colony. This delay was due to the randomness in my book-selection
algorithm and the depth of the particular sci-fi sub-pile.
So (bad news), the details of the first two books in the series had
faded. Fortunately, this didn't matter too much, although
I wouldn't recommend the delay to others.
Here, John Perry, the hero of Old Man's War, and Jane Sagan,
the heroine from The Ghost Brigades, have married and adopted
a teenage daughter Zoë (who has her own story).
The previous books were heavy with mind-blowing levels of genetic
engineering and consciousness transfer, and all three are a product/victims
of those technologies. Talk about an untraditional family!
They reside on the colonial planet of
Huckleberry, where John is an administrative bureaucrat.
A very peaceful existence, but things change when they are persuaded
out of semi-retirement to establish a new colony, Roanoke.
Problems abound: earthlike planets in the reachable parts of the galaxy
are rare, and hundreds of different species are willing to fight for
them. Setting up on a new world is inherently risky. It doesn't help
that the government that's sending John, Jane, and Zoë to the new world
is lying through its teeth about everything involved: the risks, the
opposition, its own motives, and the nature of the world itself.
It doesn't take long before the risks develop into actual danger,
not only for Roanoke, but for the entire human race.
But… (quibble) it takes awhile to get going. On page 110 or so, Zoë
complains about how boring things are for her. I thought: you and me
both, little girl. Things pick up shortly after that, but a lesser
writer couldn't have brought this plot off at all.
Scalzi is a gifted writer, and the people who compare his storytelling
technique to Heinlein's aren't wrong. I need to add at least one more
book of his to the TBR pile: Redshirts, which won the Hugo Award
for Best Novel.
For some inexplicable reason,
Mitt Romney's odds of being elected
President have gone very long at
Betfair.
So he has been dropped from our tabulation:
That's quite a phony bump for Jeb this week; based on past experience
it's more than likely one of those inexplicable Google Glitches,
and he'll be back in the pack next time we look.
But what else is going on in the world of Presidential Political
Phoniness?
If he runs again in 2016, Romney is determined to rebrand himself as
authentic, warts and all, and central to that mission is making public
what for so long he kept private.
Not for the first time (or the last), we'll quote Jean Giraudoux:
"The secret of success is sincerity. Once you can fake that you've got
it made." If only Mitt had figured this out four years ago!
Mike Huckabee does not, as I type, have odds at Betfair,
but Indispensable
Geraghty notes that his "homespun schtick" is getting on some
peoples' nerves. Charles
C. W. Cooke is quoted, from his article
on Huckabee's "cornpone politics":
Unlike so many in Washington, Huckabee claims, he is firmly on the side
of “Bubbaville” rather than “Bubbleville”; of the “catfish and cornbread
crowd” rather than “the crepes and caviar set”; and of those who “come
home tired at the end of the day” rather than those who “burn tires in
the street.” Are you tired of the incumbent set? he seems to ask. Then
you know what to do.
Geraghty goes on to note
some facts in discord with Huckabee's trying to paint
himself as jes' folks: his $2.8 million Florida beachfront house;
his recently-concluded $500K contract with Fox News; his $50K+ speaking
fee; his PAC that doles out $400K in salaries to his extended family
while providing a relative pittance in support of GOP candidates.
Rand Paul posted a
fake transcript of a phone call between Jeb and Hillary.
In this vein:
Hillary: Well you're right...Maybe we can work something out…we both
agree on so many issues! Bigger government, common core, and amnesty for
illegal immigrants!
Jeb: Well, we've both got problems... you've got problems with the
grassroots and I've got all those damn conservatives. What say, we make
a deal
Everyone says it's fake, anyway. I'm not too sure.
A group of major liberal donors who want Elizabeth Warren to run for
president have paid for a poll intended to show that Hillary Clinton
does not excite the Democratic base and would be vulnerable in a 2016
general election.
Shadowy fat cats trying to push their radical agenda
by torpedoing a mainstream candidate? That would be real
alarming news if they were Republicans!
[Update 2017-11-29: wow, that turned out to be prescient! Vulnerable
even to Trump!]
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