Well that's exciting.

200 prominent (who decides that?) economists signed a brief letter on behalf of the CATO institute which. The CATO institute then put a full page ad in several publications. Here's the story that goes with the letter.




While using the search string "with+all+due+respect+mr+president+that+is+not+true", I shit you not, I found this:




Also a very nice image, but affects a slightly different part of the weevil in me.

Brainweevil.com

I'm working on a new website. If you get here from www.brainweevil.com already, you've noticed the change. If not, you may want to start doing it that way, just in case it takes over for this.

In other news, life is really, really damned good. Thank you for asking. I think the website is going to be a lot of fun.

Zombie: Think about it in terms of CTCGs, in addition to books, music, and movies. That's the new thought I had today. Shhhh. Don't tell anyone. It's a secret.

Kids are cute

I finally get it!

PETA gets it right!

Sort of.

From the Orlando Sentinel:

"PETA has withdrawn an offer to televise an anti-dogfighting public service announcement with Michael Vick after his release from prison.

The organization said Wednesday that an agreement was reached with Vick's representatives to shoot the spot, but that Vick's attorneys sought assurance from PETA the group would support Vick's return to the NFL."

That starts us out ok. Vick was to do a spot in apparent contrition and as part of his redemption for PETA. Then he goes all... human on us and wants to know what's in it for him, RIGHT NOW.

So PETA says, "Bugger off." (Don't you know that all western commies sound a bit British?)

I'm heartened at first - perhaps there's a connected set of synapses at PETA. Then they go on:

"Saying sorry and getting his ball back after being caught enjoying killing dogs in hideously cruel ways for many years doesn't cut it," said PETA President Ingrid E. Newkirk. "Commissioner Goodell knows that he has an obligation to the league and to millions of fans, including children who look up to ballplayers as idols, to make sure that Michael Vick is mentally capable of remorse before he can touch, let alone wear, an NFL uniform again."

This is more like it, PETA. Let your lunatic heart bleed with a sound of inanity lacking anything resembling a realistic world view. Goodell has an "obligation" all right; an obligation to ensure that he keeps as much money flowing into the NFL as possible.

What the hell does being "mentally capable of remorse" have to do with playing football, anyway?

And wouldn't it be emotional capability, anyway? I ask because I'm not so good with the non-sociopathic.

So much for that.

"Change you can believe in"? How about "Change a monkey could have predicted"?

Is this really the best way to start our new world? Fear mongering one day after the nation celebrated a moment in black history and pundits declared that we are all, finally, equal?

(not that the gays are fooled)

It's just the same old human nature: those in power abusing those in their power.

We've traded one group of fringe wackos for a different mob from the other side of the spectrum. Make no mistake about it, though - they're still wackos.

I am so angry I cannot see straih staaigh streadh atraight straight to typo type.

Fuck it, I'm going to bed.

Take a deep breath.

Hold it. Ok, do you feel calm, now?

If you're one of my non-conservative dears, you can go back to your regularly scheduled programming. Or enjoy some laughs at the fear of my conservative friends and family.

So,
There's a viral story going around from some commies, er... liberals on LiveJournal about the FOGCC. It's all a lie. Read it carefully. The little signs of a hoax are all there.

It's a hoax, I'm sure you'll see that after reading a couple of these. It's War of the Worlds, all over again. This time with gun owners being attacked by the big, bad government and much cooler technology for spreading the fear.

I feel your fear. If I owned guns, I too would be fearful. Be sensible, though. Even if a great gun grab is going to happen, it will be very gradual and not crescendo until at least 2012.


Please, please don't call me at some ungodly hour of the morning in a panic.

Please?

DUCK!

It what's for dinner.

Hope springs...

I got married again on Tuesday.

That probably should have been posted earlier this week, but I've been rather busy with the honeymoon; which, for us, is really just doing all of the things I cannot put here because my pornography license has been revoked - only more.

Did I mention that the woman I married is the smartest, best educated, most financially stable and mature woman I've ever known?


That notwithstanding, this is a picture of the dresser by the bed I refused to mention before:




I hereby wish myself well. Feel free to join me in that, and hoping this time it comes off much, much more successfully... particularly on the long term ongoing front.

Oh, and if you want to buy a pony, I can make you a crack deal.

Who says fashion doesn't matter?

Went to Sears to return a broken tool. Talking to the guy
(Really clean cut kid; if he were knocking on my front
door, I'd have worried that he'd come to save my soul.)I
became distracted and said, "...and apparently you have
cute girls running through your store. I'm sorry I was
here at this moment to keep you from seeing that." His
mouth gaped. Just like a fish out of water and he turned
a most impressive shade of red.

Dinner was Greek. They had live music. The usual: one guy,
microphone, acoustic guitar, folksy sounding music... until
I arrived. Our server looks at me and says, "He's going to
play 'Cowboys from Hell', next." While looking at the
guitarist. I blinked a couple of times and realized he was
looking at the band named on my shirt. I replied, "I'd
prefer 'Broken'. Think that would sound nice on the
acoustic." We had a good laugh and the guy went away.
Something odd happened, though. The guy was playing folksy
music I didn't recognize right off, when we got there, but
the first song I did recognize was after my date started
humming along and I asked, "You recognize that?" and she
said, "Yeah. It's 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds'." About
this time, he had a bass player join him. Next he played
"Done with the night"; Cougar, but harder than the other
stuff. Then he stopped and asked, "Where's the guy who wants
to hear Pantera?" I raised my hand, belatedly, since I
wasn't paying a lot of attention to anything not immediately
at my table. (I'm proud to be an American) He continued,
"Security! Can we get some security in here?" I laughed
good nature-dly and went back to my date. Then I heard the
bass player playing the intro to 'Walk' and the guy says,
"I'd love to play it , really, but I don't know it." Which
was OK with me, since just the intro was quite out of place
for the setting and the set. The next song, though, was
"Wish You Were Here", followed by "Turn the Page",
"Going to California", and "Black". The whole tone of the
guy's set had suddenly changed.

I was pleased.

The place cleared out.

Oops. Sorry `bout that.