If there’s an economic reason to go to the moon, then private companies should finance it. If there’s not an economic reason to go to the moon, then what — aside from sci-fi frisson — is to be gained by going there? I’ve heard it as a practice run for Mars. Bollocks. Mars is an entirely different… Read More What the Hell is a Moon Base For?
The existence of Meghan McCain, like that of the Jersey Shore, stand as reminders of the truism that ignorance is bliss. Bliss indeed it would be to remain ignorant of both. Yet I cannot, and so find myself wearily faced with the addled thoughts of this un-celebrity. “I prefer people with personality and swagger as… Read More Meghan McCain Illustrates What is Wrong With White People
The obliquely-named Paltry Meanderings of a Taller-Than-Average Woman has a post entitled “Why I Hate Witty People” which has attained the blessed realm of the Freshly Pressed. Much of it laments the writer’s suffering from “l’esprit d’escalier,” the delay of repartee until after one becomes a departee. But an excellent point about how easy someone like Oscar… Read More The Weak of Wit
The speech, I mean. Not America. America is awesome. The Constitution requires that the President “from time to time give to the Congress Information of the State of the Union”. It does not require that he perform bland and ineffective political theater, making “a partisan stump speech thinly disguised as a plea for national unity.” (h/t:… Read More The State of the Union is Lame.
My wife mentioned this to me yesterday, and while I could understand what she was telling me, my mind’s eye did not fully grasp the horror of Disney’s Joy Divison T-Shirt (h/t Other McCain): Pitchfork is aghast: Uhhhhhhhhh…. Does Disney know that the singer of this band hanged himself?! Do they know where the name… Read More Disney Flings Itself, With the Terrifying Enthusiasm of a Drunk Girl at 2:24 am, at the Hipster Market
The Byronic Man lets out a vicious reductio ad absurdum against Wahlberg’s inability to tell the difference between The Movies and Real Life. To say, “Hey, Spanish Inquisition, I got an inquiry for you – you want a Hertz Donut?” Then when they say yes, punch them in the face so their funny hats fly off… Read More Marky Mark Brings the Pain
Sometimes I think about getting a tat, but I can never come up with a single image I want to see on myself for the rest of my life. It just never seems worth it. I have never asked anyone what their tatoos mean, because I can’t imagine something so subjective and personal being at… Read More The Only Thing Less Interesting Than Tattoos Is Talking About Them
Erick Erickson casts everything in terms of the base in revolt (h/t: memeorandum) against “a milquetoast moderate from Massachusetts” (a phrase so good, Erickson can’t resist repeating it). In every way in the last two weeks, Romney has signaled he won’t fight for the base. He looks like a lost child when trying to answer… Read More Why Newt Won.
Oh, right around here (h/t: Protein Wisdom): Sasha dresses in clothes he likes — be it a hand-me-downs from his sister or his brother. The big no-no’s are hyper-masculine outfits like skull-print shirts and cargo pants. In one photo, sent to friends and family, Sasha’s dressed in a shiny pink girl’s swimsuit. “Children like sparkly… Read More At What Point Does Feminism Just Provide Cover for Androphobia?
For conservatives, I’m a might tired of the weenies who prance around on the Internet as if they’re spoiling for a fight, then when someone with a little fight in them comes along, they start sounding like pussified Republicans. Oh, God, no, we can’t have that go on!! This argument makes him rather late to… Read More Dan Rhiel has had enough.
