Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Gusher stopped here boss

News Flash

Wellhead oil output to be controlled with wedding ring. Random surveys indicate it works every time.

Barry's Dinner Guest

The Rest of the Story



And the winner is ...?
Democrats choose the 2012 Republican nominee.

Boned Jello

This came a little earlier than I expected.  In a replay of their successful 2008 tour de farce, the Democrat-media complex is selecting the 2012 Republican candidate for president.  Accordingly, it ...
  1. - must be someone a huge chunk of the party base will, well, blow chunks over. 
  2. - must be someone  they can then destroy after the nomination is secured. 
  3. - must NOT be the one person they fear they most. 
  4. - must pass muster with old guard Vichy Republicans.
Given that criteria,  who will be 2012"s John McCain, if they have their way?  *drum-roll* 

Steve Schmidt, John McCain’s former campaign manager, told me, referring to President Obama, “we should put our most articulate guy. Huckabee’s that guy.” Schmidt, who has traded barbs with Palin since the election, said, “There’s no one who really provides a better contrast to Sarah Palin, showing her as an entertainer instead of a serious thinker—and there’s not enough oxygen for both of them.”

Power Moves


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Power went out last evening.   High winds toppled trees, downing power lines; yada-yada..    I heard a "Crack", then  darkness.   It was restored about an hour ago, accompanied by the sounds of beeps all over the house as stuff came alive. I do love that sound. Here's what I paid particular, updated, attention to this time. 

"Jimmy, jump on Dobbin and ride for help  Watch out for Injuns."
It used to be that power, or no power, we had working telephones.  Then, with digital phones, it became incumbent on me to purchase (not so easy) a land line phone, because digital requires power.  With Verizon's fiber optic service, however, that dependency is back.   Verizon does provide a back-up battery; only good for a few hours though.  I had time to report the outage to BG&E, and that was about it. Communication wise, then, I was living in 1843 (a year before the first telegraph line went up). 

With no electronic amusements, I could only think.  Like, if I really needed help, where did I last see a pay phone? I'm not sure where, but it was around 1997.  And, even if there was a pay phone in town, what about the "Help - I've fallen and I can't get up" contingency?  I wouldn't dare drive being that drunk.

With more people eschewing landed phones for cell, telephone lines are on death watch .  Even Verizon has quit installing fiber cable, if I'm not mistaken, and will focus instead on wireless transmission.  You know what I say about all this?  I've said it before.  Sink all your money in old hand crank adding machines; you'll become the 21st century's IBM. 


When photographs
become metaphors

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Now, Three presidential incidents captured on film have become metaphors for a presidency.  Gerald Ford's fall down Air Force One's gangway is  (unfairly)  emblematic of what the media portrayed as a his Stumble-Bumble performance.  The "Killer Rabbit" attack on Jummy is the perfect metaphor for his four-year term in office, especially pulling the US out of the 1980 Olympics - to punish the USSR.   But this!  This is the stuff of legend.  A fly on s__t!  It's so strikingly appropriate that Obama will never, ever escape it. Thank you God.   Click for the slide show. Collect them all.