Wow, there’s more retired brass on that stage than on the floor of a firing range.
Introducing Tommy Franks now.
PachyBlogging Day4, Part III
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PachyBlogging Day4, Part II
On one hand, I don’t dig infomercials aimed at groups singled out by ethnic heritage, but I guess it’s important to extend a message of inclusiveness to some people who wouldn’t generally hear it.
On the other hand, I feel smart for knowing just enough Spanish to comprehend all the commercial. Which means I can grasp slogans, but if he’d have gone into detailed policy, I would have been lost.
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Off-Topic Congratulations
Hey, congrats to frequent reader and JC T-Shirts Darbo, who celebrated the Republican National Convention by shooting a bunch of doves yesterday. Woo!
(What do you mean “birds”?)
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PachyBlogging Day4, Part I
Hello, chicks in tight things?
What convention have I turned on? Or what convention has turned me on?
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Headline of the Day
March to protest Venice shootings set for Sunday.
The shootings set for Saturday, because they’re not on the Sabbath, drew no objections.
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Barack Obama: LIAR!!!
Listening to KMOX while I folded laundry, I caught a couple minutes of Charlie Brennan’s talk with Barack Obama, candidate for senator in Illinois, and I have discovered he is a
He offhandedly asserted the following:
- That health care costs for average Ill-annoyans is rising every month.
- That anyone in southern Ill-annoy can understand long term employment trends.
If you factor in that health care costs for a number of Ill-annoy voters are not increasing (because they’re dead), and that insurance premiums for many employers’ plans only increase annually, it’s clear that he’s a fearmonger. Also, if you find one person in southern Ill-annoy that doesn’t interpret statistics, you’ve refuted his second point.
In the proud tradition of Al Franken, whose tome I am currently reading, this makes Barack Obama a who tells
I think I am getting this professional partisan flack thing down. Hey, coaches from the bigs, contact me at stlbrianj@hotmail.com and I will deploy the the shrill written equivalent of the tag for you.
Also, anyone can tell Barack Obama is not a politician from Wisconsin; he doesn’t even have a first name for a first name.
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Glenn Asks, Brian Answers
While I’m (sort of) on this topic, why doesn’t the United States address the Afghan opium trade by just buying the stuff up? Presumably, farmers would be just as happy to sell their poppies to us, and that would keep them off the market, as well as depriving bad guys of a revenue source. Am I missing something here?
Just the law of supply and demand. Another purchaser on the market would only drive the price up, which would provide incentive for growers to grow more. Illicit purchasers would have to illicitly get more money, which means more crime eventually to support more expensive drug habits and more crime between the people in the industry.
Perhaps poppy farm subsidies are the answer, except poppy farmers would have incentive to take money for not growing poppies and to then grow poppies.
We’d have to chose a better solution from one of the following:
- Drug legalization. I bet there are a number of New York tourists right now who would like an over-the-counter opiate to help them over their hangovers. Some of us in the heartland, too.
- Increased demand for intact poppies. The VFW could switch from paper forget-me-nots to real ones. The United States could use poppies in the official currency paper, although this might lead to more people licking their dollar bills (although it’s common practice in the Noggle household to lick money for the trace amounts of cocaine rumored to be in the bills). People could say I love you with dozens of poppies. However, until drugs are legalized, the government will strictly hamstring your FTD florist.
I did mention I am on the libertarian fringe of the Republican party did I not?
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PachyBlogging, Day3, Part XXXIV
Brooks and Dunn rock as well.
Let’s end this before I run out of Roman numerals I know.
Return here tomorrow, friends, and we’ll have a grand old party.
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PachyBlogging, Day3, Part XXXIII
Cheney did well.
Some posit a lot of evil in Dick Cheney. An amount of evil I cannot find in Al Gore, Joe Liebermann, or John Edwards, or another mere political opponent.
I’ve always thought of Cheney as competence. Quiet competence in the background.
That’s what I’d like in a vice-president. Just in case.
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PachyBlogging, Day3, Part XXXII
Cheney’s delivering a calm, focused speech.
Like last night, we get the firebrand speaker, and then the resolved speaker.
Bravo.
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PachyBlogging, Day3, Part XXXI
Our icons, if not only our leaders, can come from humble beginnings to inspire.
Dick Cheney’s grandparents lived in a railcar. Michael Steele’s mom worked in a laundromat.
Yo, Joe Suburb. Don’t count yourself out of our party if your old man was a director at a pharma company.
Fortunately, though, I get to be one who reaches out from the humble end of the spectrum.
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PachyBlogging, Day3, Part XXX
XXX. And I am going to talk about Dick.
Those who bet on the long odds against Dick Cheney for VP, lose.
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PachyBlogging, Day3, Part XXIX
Lynne Cheney knew Dick Cheney in high school.
We in the heartland can understand marrying for life, whereas some of our coastal “betters” (including those who were from the heartland and who found themselves as our coastal betters do not–hear me, unca Newt?) don’t bother.
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PachyBlogging, Day3, Part XVIII
Zell Miller really dealt the thunder. ‘Nuff said.
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PachyBlogging, Day3, Part XXVII
Enumerating weapons systems. Does he read Mark Steyn?
“Armed with what, spitballs?”
Holy, cow. Schwarzenneggar made me want to volunteer for campaign duty.
Zell Miller is speed-dialing my Marine recruiter for me.
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PachyBlogging, Day3, Part XXVI
Oh, my. Liberators, not occupiers.
Miller’s delivering like an evangelist preacher in an awakening tent, and he’s doing a bang up job.
He understands peace through strength.
He’s not calling Kerry by name (yet), but he’s close.
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PachyBlogging, Day3, Part XXV
Where are such statesmen today? Zell, you have to know we’re going to say at that podium right now.
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PachyBlogging, Day3, Part XXIV
Zell’s on it. It’s for the children’s security, which is our security too.
Unfortunately, he just said “draft.”
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Live Blogging Smack Talk
Ann Althouse: 9 updates, no liquor I can tell.
Me: 23 posts, a bottle of Greg Norman Cabernet-Shiraz.
Who’s your blogger? Say it!
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PachyBlogging, Day3, Part XXIII
They’re piping “Soul Man” into Madison Square Garden.
Am I the only one to remember that Sam and Dave wouldn’t let Bob Dole use that song in 1996?
Sam and Dave “Soul Man” lyrics
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