“I’m a murderer, even when I play.” – Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game, Ch. 6 What if we waged war the same way most teams play round one of soccer’s World Cup? You’d be careful never to lose. You’d put in some, but not all of your resources. You wouldn’t play to maximize the probability of a win. You’d play to minimize the chances of | Read More »
It seems that Dr. Tom Coburn is one, primo sick puppy. He’s Uriah Heep, Mean Mr. Mustard and The Grinch Who Stole Christmas in one tightly-wound, down-home package. He’s successfully made the heads of liberal bloggers from coast to coast go pop like so many miniatures of the Pheonix, AZ condominium market. Talking Points Memo earned extra points for over-the-top, caffeine-induced, stupid commentary. According to | Read More »
It was a dreary November morning in 2006. I still lived in Alexandria, VA back then. While voting for the GOP, I reminded myself of a classic Robert Heinlein novel – Stranger In a Strange Land.
Standing in line, I was surrounded by angry hordes of liberals. They anticipated a Visigoth holiday at the expense of Speaker Hastert’s dying GOP majority. I heard endless talk of ending the war. The line repeated by many in line was that this was the most important election of their lifetime. The war had to end.
At another precinct near the one I voted in, a man drove up in a pick-up truck with a coffin in the back. A sign on it read “George W. Bush Killed My Son.” The Democrats swept into power, the wars continue interminably, and the bereaved gentleman’s son still lies dead. It’s the major-league protests that are missing.
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