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Wednesday, April 21, 2010


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THE FRANKLIN INSTITUTE IS COOL. The times we live in. Mrs. CP found this, no doubt because we have a red-tailed hawk family that nests in our yard year after year. We watch them fly in with the nest makings for days every spring, but we never get to see what's showing on the Internet now -- the live 24/7 process of hatching eggs and caring for the young.

People talk a lot about the downside of technology's virtual thrills, but that's only part of the story. I'm amazed that this supposedly unreal and soul-destroying electronic universe can leap the gap between our bay window and the natural drama unfolding invisibly a hundred yards away.

The race of mankind has its faults, to be sure, but it is also capable of extraordinary wonders.





Interesting...


A SNIP OF THE GIPP. You've probably seen this already since it's featured on several sites. (My own hat tip goes to Jonah Goldberg.) But I'm struck by the contrasts no one seems to want to notice. It's actually a live performance. Reagan is out of breath at the end because he's just finished the climactic action scene. What do I notice? James Dean -- the "rebel without a cause" who made self-destruction a generational fad -- seems like a squeaky shrimp next to Reagan, and (if you're fair) he's the lesser actor in the piece, or more accurately, the over-actor in the piece. There can't be too many acting gigs harder than live teleplays, which are an impossibly contradictory combination of stage acting (live and broad) and film acting (small and detail intensive). Dean is regarded as the vanguard of antihero film actors, but here he's too broad for the venue, while Reagan is, well, the one I keep looking at. Odd, eh?

I'm NOT saying that Reagan had more acting talent than Dean. I'm saying that when I hit "play" I expected to cringe at Reagan in such a challenging circumstance and found myself cringing at Dean instead -- actually having to look away at times. Reagan, on the other hand, looks like a, uh, pro. And surprisingly good looking. He's the one who looks like a movie star. He was 43 when this was made. Maybe that was the peak of his cinematic attractiveness.

Reagan as a pro. That's what's interesting. As I look at Obama, I keep thinking "amateur." I'm not the only one. Ed Morrissey at Hotair has a feature called "Obamateurism of the Day." But who isn't an amateur at being president? It's not like there's anyplace where you can learn the job ahead of time by being a "practice president." But there are presidents who seem to know, instinctively, how to do the job. In the twentieth century, I know of three: FDR, JFK, and Ronald Reagan. Of these, the one with the fewest unforced errors (er, dumb screw-ups) was Reagan.

And James Dean was long dead and buried before Reagan took on his biggest role. What is talent, who has it, and how do we measure it?

Just some thoughts on a snippet of show biz errata.





Courtesy of Brizoni...


FDS. Our perennial prodigal checked in via email to insist that you all drink in this exercise in French statecraft. Or, in a typical tour de force of Brizoni understatement rendered word for word:

Apropos of nothing, maybe you can do something with this, the Frenchiest Frenchness I've ever seen. Clips of what look like Godard's home movies cut to a Serge Gainsbourg song sung by the actual French First Lady. That it's in English only makes it Frenchier-- totally magnifies the hip ennui. It's like Galactus ripped France off the continent and, twisting it mightily, wrung a few drops of pure concentrated Frenchitude into... Charlemagne's goblet, or something. How are they the ones banning the burkha?

I'm tempted to cheer, but conscience compels me to acknowledge that this past weekend, I subjected the stepdaughter to the following Edith Piaf song because I believed she was losing her native sense of romance. Which would be an XY-gen tragedy. Love is still the wine that drinks our souls and savors their flavor.



You know. Full disclosure. I hate the French but I love them more. C'est la guerre.

Even though Brizoni's absolutely right on this one.




Tuesday, April 20, 2010


An Impolitic Recommendation

From Manhunter. By Shriekback.

NEWER AIN'T ALWAYS BETTER. Mrs. CP wasn't feeling good yesterday, and so we put her on the couch in the media room and turned her loose on the "On Demand" menu. To my dismay, she chose to watch on Comcast's "Fearnet" list the 1986 movie Manhunter. I should have known better. I can't watch movies as many times as she can, and I thought I was going to be bored by the star-making vehicle for William Peterson and Michael Mann. I wasn't.

It's the best movie ever made about serial killers, including the Silence of the Lambs trilogy (quadrilogy?) that followed from the same source material. I thought I was going to be put off by all the highly stylized sets -- white, white, white with darkness implied -- and the Miami Vice style of barely audible musings instead of dialogue. I wasn't.

I confess I haven't seen the remake (Red Dragon), but I know it had Anthony Hopkins instead of Brian Cox [corrected] as Hannibal Lecktor, and having seen Manhunter again, I believe Brian Cox was more scary, sinister, and real-world creepy than Hopkins's Katherine Hepburn impression.

What makes it all work so well is the twin premises of 1) Peterson as a hunter who truly gets into the head of his quarry and feels all the attendant pain, and 2) a portrayal of the killer that is human, sensual, and as close to sympathetic as it's possible to get with a monster. There's an eerie sexuality to the Red Dragon's scenes with his girlfriend, Joan Allen. You can actually feel the eros of his vicarious satiety when he arranges for his blind lover to feel the body of a sedated Bengal tiger, even as he shrinks from any contact with his cosmetically reconstructed cleft palate. The serial killer as a fatally damaged human being, not a twisted cartoon superhero.

The music also drives it all home; hence the YouTube clip above.

But it's a dangerous time for conservatives to be understanding about violent crimes. So forget I said anything. But if you want to watch the movie, I'm not stopping you.





Fore!

Concentrate on the "without tears" part.

MAYBE SOMEBODY PUT ME UP TO THIS. I'm just listening to Rush Limbaugh lamenting the fact that his "stack of stuff" contains none of the usual lighthearted items. He's right. For weeks and months now, the news has been all bad, discouraging, depressing, and even tragic. Maybe it's time for a resistance movement of sorts.  We can't make ourselves a gulag before the government does it through force of law, can we? Which is why I was actually pleased that a Washington Examiner editor came forward to defend Obama's golf outings, for which he's been getting some harsh press of late.

No, I'm not going soft on Obama. I'm getting tough on secular Calvinism, which has to be the worst of both worlds. An excerpt from Stephen Smith's Examiner column:

On my way to work on Monday -- "a day when all of nature cried fore," in the words of noted golfing writer P. G. Wodehouse -- I was startled to hear my Better Half denounce President Obama for slipping off to play a quick 18 holes the previous afternoon.

Volcanic ash had forced the cancellation of his planned flight to Poland for President Lech Kaczynski's funeral, so he did what any red-blooded guy would do, or so I reasoned.

My wife, inflamed by an item on Drudge that morning, was in not in a reasonable mood.

"I am not against a golfing president," she said. "But what he should have done is gone to church and prayed for the poor Polish president."

I immediately thought of Millicent, a character in a Wodehouse story, who ventured that "golf is only a game." As the author explained: "Women say these things without thinking. It does not mean that there is a kink in their character. They simply don't realise what they are saying."

I pointed out that I too skipped church but communed with the Almighty on the links.

She was unmollified, perhaps because she had written a book about Bill Clinton, whose "billigans" -- mulligans taken anywhere and anytime -- and CBO-style scorekeeping could transmogrify several hundred shots into a score of 82. As for me, I preferred the transparency of Richard Nixon, who after wayward shots would simply declare, "Oh, that didn't count."

My wife also faulted Obama for playing more rounds of golf (32) in his first 14 months than George W. Bush did in his two terms (24).
 
The piece goes on to point out some additional relevant golf trivia, including Eisenhower's 800 rounds during his presidency -- and the fact that our only 20th century presidents who didn't play golf were Hoover, Truman, and Carter. It figures.

Golf has been getting a bad rap recently, largely because of Tiger Woods and, unfortunately, conservative disapproval of Obama root and branch. But I'm thinking Rush Limbaugh won't criticize Obama on this count because he's a devoted golfer himself of the kind the aforementioned P. G. Wodehouse wrote about in a story called, "A Mixed Threesome." As narrated by the Oldest Member (who has given up golf), a successful businessman toys with playing golf as a diversion but finds nothing worthwhile until he hits his first outstanding drive:

From this point onward, Mortimer Sturgis proved  the truth of what I have said about the perils of taking up golf at an advanced age. A lifetime of observing my fellow creatures has convinced me that Nature intended us all to be golfers. In every human being, the germ of golf is implanted at birth, and suppression causes it to grow and grow till -- it may be at forty, fifty, sixty -- it suddenly bursts its bonds and sweeps over the victim like a tidal wave...

Mortimer Sturgis gave himself up without a struggle to an orgy of golf such as I have never witnessed in a man...

Actually, Wodehouse is the real reason for this post. I'm recommending him as an anodyne for the poisonous mood we all feel ourselves tempted by these days even if we don't succumb to it entirely. Golf excels not as a game so much as an alternative universe that takes away the cares of real life by substituting its own humbling and ecstatic realities in their place. Which is a fine and healing thing. P. G. Wodehouse's stories about golf, on the other hand, are the armchair version of exactly the same phenomenon. No need for an expensive bag of clubs, lessons, greens fees, or caddy tips. For the price of a book, you really can get absolutely, completely away from it all. And you don't even have to like or play golf. It's still funny.

Does that sound good about now? You bet it does. Here's the book to buy. (Available from 44 cents up.)



Fact is, P. G. Wodehouse was a genius. Britain's last great novelist, Evelyn Waugh, declared that he had learned everything he knew about writing dialogue for his wicked satires from the gentle soul who wrote about golf, dimwit lords, and their terrible, intimidating ladies. The good news is that if you like the golf stories, that's just the beginning. You have almost a hundred hilarious and completely diverting novels to read, and there's not a mean bone anywhere in the lot. Properly rationed, that could last you through an Obama presidency to the year 2016.

You'll know right away. People either fall immediately in love with the timeless Wodehouse universe or they just never get it at all. Which are you?

You're also welcome to nominate your own flavors of "humor resistance." We have to find some way to keep laughing, don't we?





The Problem


MADITUDE. If you're good, you can distill all problems to one problem and make it stick. I can. My problem is Charles Krauthammer. I know he's the smartest man in the room, and I actually have this hope that off camera he's Denzel Washington in The Bone Collector, with his own Angelina Jolie to make his life better. But on camera, he's all I need to see that our country is slowly dying.  He's become the one famous person I want to meet. All I want to tell him is that I admire his intellect and his ability to keep sitting in that third chair on the Brit Brett Report. That's it, I swear. The National Review tracks him like a bloodhound chasing down a murderer. Here's their latest report:

Krauthammer's Take.

On President Obama’s remarking of the Tea Party movement that “You would think they would be saying thank you”:

I think it was Obama with his usual condescension — except he ratcheted it up to Code Orange into snootiness — where he looks down his nose at the gun-and-god crowd, the lumpenproletariat, as he sees it. And he ridicules them because they're not grateful enough to him.

And look, it's quite obvious what he’s talking about. He thinks that they are stupid because they don't recognize that he hasn't raised their taxes.

The point is the movement began a year ago before there were any hikes in taxes, but it was a prescient movement: it understood — and it wasn't really that hard to see, although a lot of the press entirely overlooked it — that if you’re going expand the government hugely (as he has) you’re going to have to end up raising taxes. There‘s no other way.

That's why we’re all talking about a VAT.

He’s assuming that these people are paranoid or agitated because they are expecting that taxes are going to rise. We just had the chairman of the Federal Reserve, who’s not exactly a member of the Tea Party, say exactly that. In order to sustain our economy, we’re going to have to raise taxes.

So it's a fact. And I think it is in his character to ridicule — this is a man on the day he won the Democratic nomination said that day would mark a day on which the earth began to heal and the oceans recede. So he does not have a low opinion of himself.

On Bill Clinton’s comparing the rhetoric preceding the Oklahoma City bombing to that of the Tea Party movement:

I think it's disgusting. It's a replay of what he did — his administration did — after Oklahoma City. Remember, that happened shortly after he got crushed in the mid-term elections, the Gingrich revolution, that he began his comeback by exploiting Oklahoma City and implying — and having his minions imply — that it was a result of Newt and Rush and all the agitated, angry white males, as it was called by the media at the time. This is a replay.

When there was dissent in the Bush years, he was called a Nazi, Cheney a war criminal, and there was actually a play on the assassination of George Bush — you didn't hear a word from him or others about agitated language.

When a Republican is in power, dissent is the highest form of patriotism. And when a Democrat is in power, dissent is near treasonous and a call to mutiny and insurrection. This is really disgraceful.

On the increasing talk of VAT:

Well, here is the syllogism. If you enact Obamacare, it follows as the night after the day that you have to have a VAT, and the reason is if you legislate yourself, as we just have done, into European levels of entitlements, you are going to have European-level taxation — or you will end up with Greek levels of debt.

And the easier option, ultimately, is going to be the VAT. It's not going to be today. It won't even happen after the 2010 elections, but I assure you if Obama is re-elected it will all of a sudden be a big issue and a big proposal of Democrats.

Which is why I can't watch the news anymore. I'm supposed to be reporting the key stories and insights to all of you, and all I can see is Krauthammer in his chair, declaring himself over and over like Marvin from Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.

I have to shake it. I know I do. I will. I promise.

Maybe tomorrow.




Monday, April 19, 2010


April 19, 1981

The Shuteye Train, The Shuteye Train...

THE REMAKING OF WRITING CONTINUES. Before Instapunk, there was Writing America Down, the Delphi Forums, and places called Shuteye Town and Shuteye Nation.

Before all of them, there was a book: The Boomer Bible.

This book was published in 1991 by one R.F. Laird, but the book itself claims to have been written by an army of punk writers from South Street in Philadelphia.

Its Dedicatory page is dated April 19th, 1981, 29 years ago today. It reads:

To the Most Exalted and Dreadly Punk

DOCTOR DREAM

By the will of St. Nuke,
King of Punk City, in the Realm of Philadelphia,
Defender of Knowledge and Guardian of Valor

The Assemblers of the Boomer Bible seek Truth, Hope, and Justice
through the intermediation of the RAPTOR our Father


We, the Punks of Punk City, do hereby dedicate to you, our ultimate voice, this testimony of our pitiless anger against the population of the Most Chosen Nation in the History of the World. We so dedicate this work in the manner of a petition for your advent, and an invocation for your wrath. The number of petitioners is in excess of two thousands of us, which are represented by signatories identifying the most august and fierce of our kingdom, located on and about the environs of South Street, in the City of Brotherly Love.

We do not protest our right to receive you in your full power and eloquence; rather we invite your presence humbly, having demonstrated in such small ways as have been shown to us our willingness to exchange our lives for Ardor, and to devote our energies to Learning, notwithstanding the darkness of the Ignorance, Despair, and Indignity from which we came to embark upon this work. Further, we have sworn ourselves, and the strength of all our arms and instruments, to the rediscovery of the Light that had been so malignantly concealed from our blindered eyes. If there be some particle of value in this our shared monument, we do beseech you, on bended knee, to hear this petition, and so redeem our lives.

Over the last year, a far smaller group of people, punks of a different sort, have endeavored to bring this monumental work to the internet. As a shadowy reflection of the South Street Punks, they fastidiously labored to enter every word from the three major Testaments of the printed Boomer Bible into an online database. Along with the thousands of verses, they created a linking system to track the book's Intercolumn Reference (ICR), which is a key component of the book's content and structure.

Today, as we reveal to the world a fully cross-linked and searchable digital version of The Boomer Bible, we want to recognize the efforts of the "TBB Team," who are largely unknown to each other. Several are commenters on this site, but others remain in the shadows.

Elph-kun made the results of his own massive amount of work available: a PDF scan of the entire printed version and a Java-framed HTML version based on the scans. This sped the data entry process up immeasurably, and this project could have taken another long year without it.

Apotheosis established the database for online entry, created an interface for proofreading the entire work, and completed the manual entry of several books.

Lake organized the group effort, entered several books manually, and created a data entry system to allow for several books at a time to be entered.

Guy T. created scripts to output the database into HTML pages and coded the ICR links

marymcl painstakingly proofread the entire work, reporting hundreds of data entry errors and typos in the original printed work. This version of the book more closely matches the authors' vision than the original.

This is just the beginning. The Book of Harrier Brayer, a hyperlinked version of the Table of Harrier Days, the two Prefaces, and any remaining pieces will soon be added.

The team also hopes to create advanced tools for readers to better explore and understand the book. A multi-step ICR thread-following interface, an advanced search tool, and an iPhone / iPad app are all being considered, along with other possibilities. If you have suggestions, please post them. If you have skills in these areas and want to help further the process, please post a comment and I (Lake) will contact you.

The Boomer Bible has finally come to the Internet, where it belongs. The labor of the punk writers of South Street is now both everywhere and nowhere, a superposition of states made of electron pulses and packets stretching over the entire Earth. We hope that this effort inspires longtime readers of the book to return and discover new avenues of thought. We hope that new readers are empowered to explore this complex, multi-dimensional, and unique work that represents the mind of modern man and a new universe of consciousness-expanding possibility.

With the support of R.F. Laird and the compliments of the "TBB team," please enjoy for free, at least temporarily...

The Boomer Bible. Liberated at last from the printed page.

UPDATE VIA INSTAPUNK/hs. I'm told this will work if you want to honor the TBB Team:


I hope it does.

LAKE'S UPDATE. Thanks to IP for his update. Now it's time for mine. The Boomer Bible does not stand alone, even in our new multi-dimensional incarnation. It has a deep context, a complex backstory, and an entire mythology built around its core.

What is the importance of The Boomer Bible? Why should people be interested in a 20-year-old book that is now going out of print after having sold just under a hundred thousand copies? There are multiple reasons.

1. It's more obviously relevant now than it was at the time of its publication in 1991. Its primary subject was the worldview of the Baby Boomers who inherited prosperity and influence from the so-called Greatest Generation.

The book never found its proper audience at the time because it so successfully mimicked the nihilist perspective of the boomer generation until the final Punk Testament, which blasted everything that had gone before. The young reader for the National Review should have loved it, but hated it and never got to the surprise ending that would have pleased an educated non-poseur. Many of the other MSM reviewers of the time somehow knew the book was not their friend (largely because the book told them so). The author was told, early on, that despite a very favorable Wall Street Journal review, the book would never be reviewed in the New York Times. The publisher was confused and afraid for his life (all those crazy born-agains don't you know?). Bookstores placed it variously in the humor, religion, fiction, and sociology sections. A lot of people still bought it. It was large and unique on any shelf, and the hologram on the cover beckoned readers in. And truth to tell, a lot of reviewers outside New York loved the book, like the San Francisco Chronicle scribe who wrote that it was "one of the oddest, funniest, darkest, smartest and most innovative books to come along in years" and the Hartford Courant reviewer who proclaimed the book "a miracle." Though not one of them ever understood it.

Today, the Baby Boomers are in their full power, and it's time for Americans to revisit the one comprehensive attempt ever made to expose their philosophy and history.

2. The book was a significant innovation in form, not yet matched by any work of fiction written since. Some have called it the "last printed book," meaning that it straddled the era of paper and ink and the incipient era of electronic writing and Internet links.

Yet the mechanism for this straddling was very old. The Boomer Bible included an Intercolumn Reference akin to that included in the old King James Bible but with a significant difference. The links in the KJB were reciprocal, matching like with like, but they were in a sense self-cancelling, purely reflective.

In The Boomer Bible, the Intercolumn Reference (ICR) became the organizing principle of the entire work, an inductive tool that superseded the traditional linear reading process. Indeed, the ICR served to encompass history and memory and lasso it into a simultaneous map of the baby boomer consciousness, building vast networks of assumptions from a single verse. This is how that relates to this -- a model of how worldviews are created and sustained. It foreshadowed the structure of hyperlinking that was and is the key to the worldwide web, but it went further as well, linking not just content but ideas and concepts.

Nothing like it had ever been written before. It was both a demolition of chronological time (to replace it with simultaneous time across the ages as it exists in individual consciousness) and a picture of how people come to think of themselves and their place in life. It was a microcosm of the Internet on paper, written before the Internet took over our lives.

3. The book was itself, in all its referential interconnectedness, only one part of a much larger work that continues to this day. The originating conceit was that it was the work of a community of writers employing technology and a distinctly rebellious artistic vision to remake fiction altogether in an age when linearity -- the writer's one line from beginning to end -- would inevitably be replaced by a field of competing contexts -- and the confusing relations between them -- created by the new technology of hyperlinks and databases.

Like life itself, there would be no monolithic truth of the matter, no Joycean source that if sufficiently understood could explain the whole. Each reader would have to plot his own story, not on a line but through a field that forced him to declare his own self as part of the story. The implications of this expanded view of fiction are so large they require another number...

4. The Boomer Bible represents a performance of unreality as a challenge to truth. It exists as its own universe of links, a whole that can be "lit up" by the mind which can contain the text and all the specified interrelationships. It's a nonlinear universe. How much of its "shape" can you hold in your head at one time?

Beyond this, The Boomer Bible was generated as the product of a particular culture whose works, history, and technology are also available. The scriptural figures of the book's Punk Testament also have personal histories, conflicts, and works of their own. They are the context of The Boomer Bible.

Beyond even this, there is a mythology of the punks which produces the first truly integrated graphic/textual work of truly massive scale in the emerging computer technology -- Shuteye Town 1999 -- adding another 350,000 words and nearly 4000 graphics to the punk story. This is followed by a purely Internet work called Shuteye Nation, which is attributed to the same punks surviving into the 21st century. This led in turn to a website called InstaPunk which has produced approximately 2 million words of text and countless graphics carrying their mission forward under the old names.

All one work, representing every kind of writing there is, from fiction to journalism to essays to criticism to parody to satire to poetry to slapstick humor and back. And...

5. Things come in fives in the punk universe.

One work. By one author -- unless that author's quantum conceit that he can alter history from the present and bring the nonexistent into being by force of will is valid -- who more than any other writer of this or the past century has revealed his worldview to those who would comment on his creations.

Unlike all his forebears in the world of fiction, he tells us who he is, where he comes from, what he believes, so that the reader can plot his own course without the fake objectivity of the prevailing Hemingway model of 'modern' fiction: "I control the horizontal and the vertical..." is a princely claim of many writers. This is the one time it's true without being dictatorial.

More importantly, everything said above can be proved with links to what's already on the Internet. Use the IP search function. (Use your imagination.) Use the Wayback Machine. More will be provided than you can imagine in the months ahead, but you can get at least a tantalizing glimpse. Do it. Right now you can find ruins of a unique multimedia phenomenon. When else are ruins the precursor of advanced civilization? Precisely.




Thursday, April 15, 2010


Justified

WHAT I LIKED AND SHE DIDN'T. Have to tell you. My wife's new favorite show. She's nuts about him. He just kills people. She can't get enough of it. She loves him even more than Dexter. My wife is crazed. It's also a very good goddamned show. No shit. But my wife would have to be crazed to like me. She likes that about me too. But she doesn't want to start a fan club for me. She wants to start a fan club for Timothy Olyphant in this series. Oh well. Marriage is complicated. Queried, she said, "Yeah, you're pretty much the same but he's taller and I like his hat. Please don't hurt him." I promised I wouldn't. Bad of me, I know. He carries his. 45 a mite too high.

Women. I love her anyway. More than I can say. Like mourning doves love the morning. I call that 'justified.'




Wednesday, April 14, 2010


Puck Punk Returns...?

The Hockey: now more than ever.

HOCKEY --WHICH IS STILL THE MOST EXCELLENT WAY... Wow, what happen to this place? I go away for a little while to play with the anyshell, then I come back and find many angry people. Well okay, maybe that not so different, but I do not expect to see a big fight between Birzone and the InstaPunk about some Russian lady who look like maybe she scare children for amuse.

I see there so many anger here. But it not time for angry. It time for action. Time for excitement. Time for the hockey. That why I come back now, at these time. That and because I see this post at that Metalkort place nobody went to, and it very nice but there should not be a Spanish guy talking about the hockey. So listen up, people! The anyshell playoffs are back on Wendsesday, and there are many reason that everybody need to watch this year which I will tell you about:

1. The Fightings* - everybody at InstaPunk love the fightings. We have many fightings in the hockey. And the only words in the fights are calling names that can't be on TV, but no words like that you have to read here at the InstaPunk. Even the Russians that make the fightings do not use words, especially not like the scary lady. This is how the Russians fight in the hockey:



Much more amuse to watch than words on a paper, especially if the English is a second language for you, like for me.

*The fightings do not happen for the anyshell playoff games anymore. Nobody wish to take the penalty for being the sexist by hitting the Sidney Crosby. That is crime of hate in the Canada.

2. The Social Justice - everybody at the InstaPunk love the social justice, too. In the hockey we care very many about the social justice, and Pencilvania is the leader for all league when they draft Sidney Crosby, who is the first woman to play in the anyshell. She is very happy about this and does not have a problem to play with the men. She even try to grow a playoff beard last year with the men, and it is a good try for a young girl to grow this:


The good beard indeed for a girl who grow it for two month

3. The Russia - the people on Birzone's side of the Instapunk fightings love the Russia. Since the Canada have never the babies anymore and nobody in U.S. love the hockey, the most players of the hockey come now from Russia except Mats Sundin, who is from the Sweden or Norwegia. But anyway, he is retire. I hear from someone that there is players from other countries, too, that are between the Russia and Germany. I talk with one of them and ask if he from Russia. He answer me in a lot like the Russian, or what the Russian sound like. Plus his name has no vowels. His jersey has the English letters on it, but still anyway look just like the ceramic alphabet from Russia. What is the difference??

4. I am broke of the money - I think I am going to have a good time to make very many money since the LOCKOUT, not strike, has ended and Gary Bettman the devil has won. So I am very surprise when I arrive in Charlestown to find they have no anyshell team there, but only minor league. It is Tampa Bay where is the anyshell team, and I mix it up. The other surprise is to find the details of the job I have getting:


One child birthday party is many like the others.

So then I decide playing in the anyshell is not really the time for me at now, but maybe the writting about it is, and I have to follow my heart, just like in your Hollywood movies say. But my father is asking me about monies for pay back that loan. It' is something to do about co-signing it, but I am not economist, I tell my dad. I tell him about my heart, but he seem like he do not care about the heart. So since I do not getting paid for the writting at InstaPunk, I come up with new way for getting monies. I join that Dish Networks, and I get $50 or such if you join it and say them that Puck Punk told you to join. So if all readers of the InstaPunk join the Dish and get about 1,000 of their friend to do same, I can get up much of the loan payments. Now is the good time to do it, because you can also get the anyshell's Central Ice and watch all of the playoff game, even in HD.

Also, since I have the Dish but I can not afford a TV to watch with, I could come over to your house and watch with you. And I can tell you about the hockey to you while we watch. But since I can only go to one house, I have to explain for the rest about the playoffs. I need to start by telling you about the matches.

But there is a loan payment person knocking the door at the time, so I am coming back later about the playoffs. If I am not in the jail. Excuse me the abrupt end.





Hopeful Signs


The map will be explained. The red and pink are GOOD news.

DO YOU MISS ME YET? I know even reading the headlines these days is like watching the trailer for 2012.



But we have to keep a clear head about it all. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. As radically as Obama acts, so can we anticipate the reaction will be equally radical, and as long as we don't allow it to dissipate, that reaction will be striking. I have three exhibits to offer. The first is an extraordinary column by Dana Milbank, a WAPO liberal who is, well, exercised about Obama's treatment of what others have called the "slobbering Obamedia." Here's an excerpt:

World leaders arriving in Washington for President Obama's Nuclear Security Summit must have felt for a moment that they had instead been transported to Soviet-era Moscow.

They entered a capital that had become a military encampment, with camo-wearing military police in Humvees and enough Army vehicles to make it look like a May Day parade on New York Avenue, where a bicyclist was killed Monday by a National Guard truck.

In the middle of it all was Obama -- occupant of an office once informally known as "leader of the free world" -- putting on a clinic for some of the world's greatest dictators in how to circumvent a free press.

The only part of the summit, other than a post-meeting news conference, that was visible to the public was Obama's eight-minute opening statement, which ended with the words: "I'm going to ask that we take a few moments to allow the press to exit before our first session"...

Obama's official schedule for Tuesday would have pleased China's Central Committee. Excerpts: "The President will attend the Heads of Delegation working lunch. This lunch is closed press. . . . The President will meet with Prime Minster Erdogan of Turkey. This meeting is closed press. . . . The President will attend Plenary Session II of the Nuclear Security Summit. This session is closed press."

Reporters, even those on the White House beat for two decades, said these were the most restricted such meetings they had ever seen. They complained to both the administration and White House Correspondents' Association, which will discuss the matter Thursday with White House press secretary Robert Gibbs.

For once, the arrogance of the MSM is on our side. They don't like being locked out of the "narrative."

Second is a data-intensive electoral analysis at RealClearPolitics, which suggests the Democrats could very well lose as many as 100 house seats in the 2010 elections. Here's an excerpt that explains the map above and why Democrats are in far more trouble than even Obama's declining poll ratings would suggest:

For an idea of how the Democrats are faring in swing states, the map [above] illustrates a rough average of the President's approval in recent state polls. A dark red state has the President's net approval rating at negative 10 or less, while a dark blue state is positive ten or more.

Almost all of the Bush states are 10 points or more against the President now, while Florida and Ohio are close to -10. The President is underwater in all of the Mountain West states except for New Mexico, and badly so. If we extrapolate to the Congressional level, we can probably assume that in the average swing district, Democratic incumbents are probably running into serious headwinds.

The President's weakness in these states reveals another problem for his party. Since he is weak in Republican areas and swing areas, and yet doesn't have horrible approval ratings overall, he must be very, very popular among his party's base. Some polls have his approval ratings among African Americans at 95%. Even in Massachusetts, Martha Coakley managed to win the First, Seventh and Eighth Districts, which are home to the state's liberals and minorities.

The problem for the Democrats is that these voters are packed into a relatively few states and Congressional districts nationwide, diluting their vote share. This is why the median Congressional district is an R+2 district. Thus, the President could have a relatively healthy overall approval rating, but still be fairly unpopular in swing states and districts. The increased enthusiasm that Obama generated among minorities, the young and the liberal is useful, but only if it is realized in conjunction with Democratic approval in a few other categories.

Needless to say, read the whole thing. There are caveats, but they represent the least likely probabilities.

Finally, the steady drip-drip-drip of the healthcare bill we had to pass to "find out what's in it" continues and is likely to continue, with each new revelation a proof of the careless, corrupt, and incompetent process by which it was passed into law. Consider this, this, and this as the most recent examples. HINT: The drip isn't going to stop. It's an IV needle delivering acid into the body politic of America. The news will keep getting worse, slowly, gradually, painfully, unbelievably, surely. Repeal may not be a remote eventuality after all. It may become an overwhelming popular imperative.

Not that things can't still get worse before they get better. But physics is still physics, regardless of what liberals think they can mandate by legislation. Repealing gravity is something even Nancy Pelosi can't pull off -- even with the help of the best cosmetic surgeons in the land.

Take heart. And don't ever give up.





Anyshell Playoffs

Amuse. I answer the door and he suddenly leave.

SOMEBODY KNOCKING THE DOOR
. Very amuse. Oh well. When we are interrupted, I am about to give the playoff insides. So I am going on with that now.

San Jose Sharks vs. Colorado Avalanche - the Sharks are the top seed in the Western and the Colorado only barely just get in. This games are about the affirmative actions, which is more proof about the social justice in the anyshell. Colorado is one of the two states in America which has the college hockey team, and the Sharks are the only sports team in San Jose except for Padres from the baseball, and nobody love the Padres, I think. That meansthey both deserve at least 4 playoff game for the fairness. But the Sharks always choke the throat in the playoff and the Colorados are not very good since they do not have the Patrick Roy anymore, so these both are to lose after this round.

Washington Capitals vs. Montreal Canadiens - I would say that the team for Birzone would be the Colorados since the dead Russian lady liked that place so much, but really the Caps are the team for Birzone. They have Alex Ovechkin, who is a superstar Russian guy missing teeth and he scores a lots of goals. That's also Edwardo the Spanish man's favorite team, so maybe if they both like the same team everyone can be friends? The Hockey brings people together always, except maybe for Ty Domi.

Chicago Blackhawks vs. Nashville Predators - I am surprise about this because it makes me find there is a hockey team of your state in Nashville. Is that true? It is hard to say about this but it is strange because I think if it is real the mascot would be a cowboy hat or maybe a banjo, not a tiger that has a mouth not closed.

I think the Chicagos are the team of your new president Saddam Obama, what he says if they ask him, since he has a house there after his childbirth in Indonesia, but I also think he is not a fan of the hockey. He is not at any games last year in Chicago and Washington in the playoffs while all the announcers on your NBC are always asking for him, but he goes to games of the baseball for both of those teams in regular season and wears there clothes, too.

And recently he can not say a name of a single player on the favorite baseball team of his with the Black Socks or the name of the baseball rink where they play. How can Obama know a name of a player on the Black Hawks? I know most of your baseball players come now from the Mexican, but at least those names are easy to read from a TV word machine that your president likes to have. Your Obama can't even pronounce a word from reading right like "corps", how can he read a names like Toews, Byfuglien and Hjalmarsson? No, I know which team is the favorite for your president.

Phoenix Coyotes vs. Detroit Red Wings - The Red Wings are the real favorite team for your Obama. The uniforms are very red just like the old Olympic team from the C.C.C.P. and I know your president likes a lot the communism. Plus the Red Wings have tradition of many good, strong Russian names he can not pronounce like Yzerman, so really it is very like the old Soviet team. And if he goes to the Detroits, he can show everybody an example in your country of what he is trying to do for everyone to make the Big Change and Hope, which he talks and talks about a lot before he is president. Plus he can visit with a lot of the muslims who live there from his childhood which make them love America more.

But the Phoenix is confuse me. I think maybe it is not a real team like the Nashville, because the Phoenix is in the desert and you can not grow ice there, and ice is important for playing the hockey, not to mention that nobody live in the desert so who is to watch the hockey be played? Also, I look on the internets about what is a Phoenix, and it is a bird somebody set on fire, but the mascot of the Phoenix is a dog? Because what is this but a dog or is it a relative of Chewbacca from the Star Wars with a hockey stick?


I am not getting the idea of this.

Sometime the U.S. humor is for me hard to understand, so I hope that mascot can be explain.

There are some other teams playing, too, but they are the boring teams like the Ottawa Senators and the offending teams like the Philadelphia Flyers, who are the team of InstaPunk. They make me very anger, though, that city, because the football team trades Michael McVick to the Cleveland Indians and they keep the other guy who kills all the dogs. And we Canadians are many protecting of animals, which is why the pets of Canada have a better healthcare here than the people do. You Americans are finding soon what I mean. So maybe I write more about the hockey later, because I need money and it is really great to be back around the Punks again and not do any more birthday parties for children in a suit. Don't forget to call Dish Networks about me. Until then, I'll have to go to intermission:



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