…and Molotov cocktails. Will this get as much news coverage as the phantom cries of “kill him” at MCain/Palin rallies (of which there has only been one reported)?
[Update a couple minutes later]
Michelle Malkin has more leftist rage and hatred. Feel the love of the left.
As the first commenter notes, this is typical projection. They accuse others of doing what they are actually doing (lying, racemongering, hating).
How it evolved?
Note that just because something is natural doesn’t make it moral.
The Wolverines just lost to Toledo, at home. It’s going to be an ugly season. Clearly the Wisconsin game was a fluke. And while it was expected to be a rebuilding year, I don’t think that anyone expected it to be this bad. Probably alumni are already calling for Rodriguez’ head.
[Update a little while later]
Unsurprisingly, it was a pretty ugly game for Michigan. And the first time they’d ever been defeated by a MAC team.
I thought it was a gag (in multiple senses of the word) when I heard that Annette Bening was going to play Helen Thomas in a movie. But it’s twue, it’s twue.
On the other hand, it’s probably a lot easier to make Annette Bening look like Helen Thomas than vicey versy.
[Via Driscoll]
Is Obama sweating?
Probably not. Whatever happens won’t happen until after the election, and at that point, he’ll be untouchable, with the Dems in control of both houses. This is part of the point that I was making in my PJM piece yesterday. Because the media is covering for him, we’re about to unwittingly (at least to much of the electorate–much of the rest, sadly, doesn’t care) put another crooked but charismatic politician in the White House, just as we did in 1992.
And it goes without saying, of course, that if this were the Republican candidate, it would be headline news every day for the next three weeks. But it’s not.
As Glenn says, we’re going to see more people living to be this old. And as a commenter notes, there aren’t very many people left who were born in the nineteenth century. My maternal grandmother would have been two years older, had she lived, but she died at the ripe young age of ninety eight, fourteen years ago (whereupon I became a full orphan, and next in line, having no longer any living ancestors).
Of course, I take these folks’ recommendations for a long life with a healthy bag of salt. Particularly when they recommend a life of celibacy. I think that it’s good genes, and good luck, more than anything else.
At least at this web site.
I just got the following email, subject : Hello from a republican blogger and Pajamas Media guy
Simberg,
I came across your site through the Pajamas Media site.
My blog is the [snipped to protect the guilty].
If you feel it is of a high quality, please consider a link or blogroll exchange.
Also, I get a decent amount (not Pajama-sized!) of traffic, in case you have anything
you would like to promote.Respectfully,
[snipped to protect the guilty]
Let’s start with the subject line. I’m not a “republican blogger,” and anyone who has read this blog for any amount of time would know it. I’m guessing that if he came to the blog at all, it was only to get my email address. So it cuts no mustard with me to be informed that somone else is a “republican blogger.”
Next, no one addresses me as “Simberg” except spammers and trolls. Either use the honorific, or my first name.
Now there are general rules for how to get a link, none of which this guy followed. One of them is to read the blog for a while, so that you know what the interests are. A second is to send a permalink to some particular post that might be of interest to that blog’s readers, based on the prefatory reading. A no-no is to just say, “hey, here’s my blog.”
But here’s where the real joy comes. Just to do the guy a favor, I googled and replied with a copy of the rules for getting a link from Instapundit (though they’re generally applicable to other blogs, including this one) of which the two above are a subset.
And what do I get for my trouble? This:
I apologize for this automatic reply to your email.
To control spam, I now allow incoming messages only from senders I have approved beforehand.
If you would like to be added to my list of approved senders, please fill out the short request form (see link below). Once I approve you, I will receive your original message in my inbox. You do not need to resend your message. I apologize for this one-time inconvenience.
Click the link below to fill out the request:
[snip link]
So, he sends me an email, but doesn’t bother to whitelist me to allow me to reply, instead expecting me to take the trouble to go to his site to do it myself, just so that I can provide him with useful information (while he’s provided me with nothing except a clueless request for a link). I’m all for blocking spam, but if you’re going to send someone an email and expect a response, I think it rude to make someone have to go through machinations in order to do so. Why isn’t this stupid anti-spam software set up to do that automatically? Anyone you send email to should be automatically white listed.
Anyway, rather than doing that, I decided to simply document it here, on the off chance that someone else will be educated, and perhaps avoid such things in the future.
[Monday morning update]
I have a follow-up post based on some comments.
If the potential economic disaster of a Democrat regime doesn’t concern you, consider the implications for free speech.
As Mark Steyn comments, don’t be surprised to see an effort to establish “human rights” commissions, a la Canada.
Part of the Kennedy myth that propelled him into the White House was that he wrote a Pulitzer-winning book. Only many years later was it revealed that the actual author, or at least ghost writer, was Ted Sorenson.
Well, now we have an interesting question.
Who wrote Dreams of My Father?
A 1990 New York Times profile on Obama’s election as Harvard’s first black president caught the eye of agent Jane Dystel. She persuaded Poseidon, a small imprint of Simon & Schuster, to authorize a roughly $125,000 advance for Obama’s proposed memoir.
With advance in hand, Obama repaired to Chicago where he dithered. At one point, in order to finish without interruption, he and wife Michelle decamped to Bali. Obama was supposed to have finished the book within a year. Bali or not, advance or no, he could not. He was surely in way over his head.
According to a surprisingly harsh 2006 article by liberal publisher Peter Osnos, which detailed the “ruthlessness” of Obama’s literary ascent, Simon & Schuster canceled the contract. Dystel did not give up. She solicited Times Book, the division of Random House at which Osnos was publisher. He met with Obama, took his word that he could finish the book, and authorized a new advance of $40,000.
Then suddenly, somehow, the muse descended on Obama and transformed him from a struggling, unschooled amateur, with no paper trail beyond an unremarkable legal note and a poem about fig-stomping apes, into a literary superstar.
…In 1997, Obama was an obscure state senator, a lawyer, and a law school instructor with one book under his belt that had debuted two years earlier to little acclaim and lesser sales. In terms of identity, he had more in common with mayor Sawyer than poet Brooks. The “writer” identification seems forced and purposefully so, a signal perhaps to those in the know of a persona in the making that Ayers had himself helped forge.
None of this, of course, proves Ayers’ authorship conclusively, but the evidence makes him a much more likely candidate than Obama to have written the best parts of Dreams.
The Obama camp could put all such speculation to rest by producing some intermediary sign of impending greatness — a school paper, an article, a notebook, his Columbia thesis, his LSAT scores — but Obama guards these more zealously than Saddam did his nuclear secrets. And I suspect, at the end of the day, we will pay an equally high price for Obama’s concealment as Saddam’s.
An interesting, and very plausible thesis. Much more so, in fact, than the official story. And if true, one more bit of evidence that Bill Ayers was more, much more, than “a guy in his neighborhood.” It is also one more bit of continually accumulating evidence that Barack Obama is a fraud.
And as Andy McCarthy notes, given that Chris Buckley’s insouciance about an Obama presidency is predicated on the intellectual brilliance evidenced by his books, he might want to reconsider, if his books are in fact those of someone else.
And no, don’t expect the press to cover this.
I have heard rumors for months that Jim Benson had had a stroke. Apparently, it was a different problem, though whether a better or worse one is hard to say. In any event, he lost the battle, as will we all, ultimately.
I may have further thoughts later (de mortuis nil nisi bonum, and all that), but for now, my condolences to Susan and his children.
[Saturday morning update]
Clark Lindsey has several other links on the story.
Whatever else his legacy will be, he showed that a savvy businessman can start a successful commercial publicly traded space company from scratch (though admittedly, much of the growth was via acquisition).