Not Reconciled to a Darned Thing…
Believe me, I am as desirous as the next guy to have a rallying-point in the 2012 Presidential election field. Obviously, we conservatives yearn for solid, thoroughgoing leadership. We want, we pray, for a Reagan, a Goldwater, a Taft. Glumly, we find it lacking. We noodle around, finding glimmers of hope in the most middling of circumstances, saying that, in essence, if we squint, and | Read More »
..O’er The Land of the Free (–free money, free mortgages, free food..)
–Or, how the Gravy Train barrels right down your own quiet street. She’s an attractive young lady–don’t get me wrong. But, being attractive doesn’t mean you always attract the right things. Around these parts, we have a particularly large employer that caters to the needs of a very exclusive and wealthy clientele. And this particular youngish lady worked for them, and was obliged at times | Read More »
Pima County, Arizona wants to Secede. Gee Whiz, I hope this Starts a Trend..
Baja California, Here We Come! Some leftist malcontents are all a-dither in the border regions of Arizona. They find their Republican lawmakers too stuffy, too icky, too conservative. They want their freedom, and, no, I am not making this up. I could noodle around the internet and provide a bunch of links, but trust me: The authoritarian statists in Pima Country, Arizona want to start | Read More »
8.9% or 10.4%?
I guess in Barack Obama’s national classroom, we are now grading unemployment on a curve. The Labor Department (one of the most oxymoronically-named agencies in the world) has pegged the February unemployment rate at 8.9 percent. I guess we’re supposed to explode into V-J Day-style celebrations in the streets of Times Square, with one gay Green Energy technicians grabbing another and giving him a great | Read More »
It’s A Small World-View After All: The Left’s Increasingly Sophomoric, Disneyland Foreign Policy
Mrs. Corner was my fourth-grade teacher. If you looked up “Fourth Grade Teacher” in the dictionary, you’d most probably be confronted with Mrs. Corner’s picture. She was the very image of a public school teacher in the early 1970′s: Fifty-ish, although she could have been Seventy-ish, with a mountain of silver-white hair that towered above her, and a bosom the size of a house. Mrs. | Read More »
Para-Sailin’ with Sarah Palin..
Robert Taft was the proto-conservative. The grandson of the President by the same name, he found himself in the mid-1930′s fighting the nascent and deranged excesses of Franklin Roosevelt as the junior senator from Ohio. He was convicted to his core that liberty and freedom would pull America out of whatever economic slump came down the pike. Government wouldn’t rescue the people from the depression; | Read More »
February 28, 1991: The End of Operation Desert Storm and the 20 Years After
[promoted from the diaries by streiff] In what may well be remembered as the high-water mark of the projection of American power and prestige, it was at Midnight on February 28, 1991 that President George H.W. Bush announced the suspension of combat operations, and an end of Operation Desert Storm. Gulf War One had come to a close. This Sunday marks the 20th anniversary of | Read More »
Me Aaaaaaaand, Mister– Mister Jones, Mister Jones, Mister Jones…
I’ve been worried. Sick, actually. What on earth has Anthony Jones been doing since September 10th, 2009? It was on that day that Mr. Jones –known by his more hip sobriquet “Van”– suddenly found himself shuffling flat-footed to the unemployment line. How was this man, so unceremoniously dumped by Barack Obama, going to pay his rent? How was he going to find sustenance? This brave, | Read More »
“What if?” –A Question that Refuses an Answer, but Demands to be Asked
Conservatism is not the hide-bound philosophy of the remorselessly grumpy. It is an optimistic celebration of the possibilities of the human heart and brain and soul. It is an optimism born out of our nation’s ancient traditions, and watered by the absolute knowledge that there is always an earthly answer to an earthly problem. Here, in America, we’ve never met a problem that couldn’t be | Read More »
The Summer of ’70, Onion Stew, and the Children of Tomorrow..
The year was 1970 It was the year after Woodstock, and every long-haired, sandal-shod college student in the nation decided the most important civic event they could participate in was attending some sort of outdoor rock concert, or love-in, mass demonstration, or out-and-out riot. I was seven years old. Much cultural hay is made about the late 1960′s and early 1970′s– watching neo-nostalgia pablum in | Read More »