September 9, 2005 - September 2, 2005
Friday, September 09, 2005
It's You They Trust
Well, there has been no word from InstaPunk -- we hope he is okay.
We thought we would direct your attention today to Robert Tracinski's editorial for
The Intellectual Activist that should be
entitled, Welfare State Failure,
but instead is entitled, An Unnatural Disaster: A Hurricane Exposes the Man-Made Disaster
of the Welfare State. Read the whole thing HERE.
He highlights the mental lethargy induced upon those who rely on the government for answers to
their problems. We thought it a proper tonic for all who rely on government promises. From the
lowest on the economic ladder to the top.
The New Orleans disaster is filled with private enterprise
vs. public enterprise solutions to problems. Whether you contrast the failure of Mayor Nagin to
use public school buses to evacuate his citizens with the hotels (private) banding together to charter buses --
out of their own pockets -- to evacuate their guests; the misery of Charity (public) Hospital with
Tulane Medical Center (private) across the street; or the harbor police (public) heading to higher ground
with Israeli security firms (private) watching over the more fotunates' stuff -- the preference is apparent.
So, as you watch the machine pour out the solutions to avoiding such a crisis in the
future, know that no one will be proposing smaller public works, smaller bureaucracies, or making self-reliance
an integral part of public policy. Rather, we will hear the same old things -- bigger/more/increased public
works. Simply -- more and bigger promises.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
We've had altogether too much excitement lately here in the U.S. of A.
Apart from drugs, where can we turn for some calming influence that
reduces the heart rate, blood pressure, and neural activity? Sad to
say, there aren't many fishing shows on TV these days, and who wants to
look at a lot of still water right now, anyway? But the good news is
that God in his infinite wisdom gave us the most ferociously popular
sport in the world to divert us at times just like these. What could be
better for generalized flood anxiety than a game consisting of two or
three 45 minute halves in which NOTHING EVER HAPPENS, EVER?
No wonder the pansy Europeans look forward to the World Cup year after
year, and start rioting long before the super athletes on their
national squads fight their way to a nil-nil tie. No wonder the rest
of the world has come to idolize the sissies in short pants who run up
and down the 100 by 200 meter field and back again, occasionally
connecting with that kickball thing in prodigious arcs that go all the
way to the fairy goalie who makes sure that NOTHING HAPPENS EVER.
You see? All the other countries of the world know how to exist in a
state of artificial reality in which there are no responsibilities, no
problems, no consequences, no worries because NOTHING HAPPENS EVER.
So , in the spirit of global serenity, we offer you the best news of
the day, the drive of the best nation on earth, Scotland, toward
victory in the World Cup:
1 - 2 Scotland
Hang on to your hats, boys, Scotland's World Cup campaign is still
alive. This near-miraculous [Ed: somebody SCORED] affair in Oslo last night, a thrilling
match in which the Scots throttled Norway with two first-half goals
from Kenny Miller, means Group 5 is not yet the graveyard where Walter
Smith's hopes of reaching Germany next summer are supposed to rest.
Smith enjoyed one of those baffling nights of international football,
when confidence and excellence were suddenly strewn throughout his
team. Having started efficiently, Norway were traumatised to find
themselves two goals down inside half an hour. From this point,
naturally, self-belief started coursing through Scottish legs as
Smith's team asserted much midfield composure.
Midfield composure! That's what we need. In the bad old days, a meeting
between Norway and Scotland would have resulted in beheadings,
disembowellings, rapes, and enough arson to make California wildfires
seem like marshmallow roasts. Now we have a somnolent interval marked
only by fights in the stands and deranged announcers who live for the
remote chance of being able to yell "G-O-O-O-O-O-O-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-L!"
once or twice a year. What could be better? If you
want to calm down to a state
resembling coma, then all you have to do is click here
The other great thing is that this entry will always be here. Whenever
you or your loved ones are about to stroke out over looters who aren't
getting properly shot to death or the newest pinnacle of evil achieved
by a president who doesn't measure up to Pierce Brosnan's exacting
standards, come here and cool out.
You're welcome. Just remember that this is a service you'll never get
or Hugh Hewitt
. Why? Because we care.
And they're just
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
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THE LIBERAL FAITH
That Hastert guy sure has vision.
We'd love to play the blame game like everyone else, but we put in our two
about it while everyone else was still setting up the
gameboard and laying out the pieces. So we'll stand on what we think is
still a winner of a preemptive strike.
Besides, so much is happening, and everyone else is so determined to be
dour and depressed that we thought we'd try to concentrate on more
positive stories. For example, the U.S. House of Representatives' Video
Services Department -- unlike other parts of the federal government --
has moved at lightning speed to produce this dramatization of Dennis
Hastert's much ballyhooed redevelopment plan for New Orleans. The
Speaker has proposed that while flood waters are still high, U.S. Air
Force bombers should release millions of tons of powdered cement over
the city. When it joins with the water and hardens, Presto! New Orleans
will have brand new streets and plenty of seating space.
There's especially good news from the
American Red Cross, which has already taken in more than $200 million
in donations since Katrina struck. Provided giving continues at the
current pace for a few more weeks, the organization is confident it
will be able to fund a six-month cruise around the world for all its
managing directors -- on the glorious new Queen Mary 2
I'm sure we're
all pulling for them to make their goal.
ALL ABOARD!!! The Red Cross has
struck it rich this time!
We're also pleased to report that our
spate of worry about Greta van Susteren is at an end. When the
hurricane pushed every other news story out of the headlines, we feared
that Greta would become as invisible as, say, Chris Matthews at MSNBC.
A sorry fate for such a plucky
. We should have had more faith.
Greta has already made the big expedition to Louisiana, where she is
covering an angle no one else seems to have thought of -- the missing white
women of New Orleans. There
must be some of those anyway, and if there are, we're certain Greta
will not find hem as surely as she has not found Natalie Holloway.
Look behind you, Greta! Someone's
taking a white woman away!
And finally, we must admit that apart
from his doomed attempt to make blogs useful
to someone other than charity executives, InstaPunk is still
. We did receive this photo via email yesterday, but it
might as easily be one of the Bush
touring the scene as InstaPunk.
It COULD be InstaPunk, we suppose.
Until he returns, we will keep on being our callow, unhelpful selves.
was up early. The blame game has a way of causing insomnia
for the guilty
and the innocent. Something about that bad taste in the mouth.