Had a weird experience after going to sleep last night. I woke up in the worst pain I’d ever felt in my life. It was in my back, in the region of my right kidney, but it felt like a severe muscle cramp or strain. It was a dull pain, not sharp (as I’d expect a kidney stone to feel like). I couldn’t lie down, and could barely tolerate sitting. We thought about going to the emergency room, but after putting on a heat bandage, taking a couple ibuprofen, and then a vicodin, and lying up in bed with several pillows behind me, I eventually managed to get back to sleep.
Woke up this morning, and it was a little sore, but nothing like it had been when I went to sleep. Now I can barely tell it happened, but I’m feeling slightly nauseated (haven’t had anything to eat or drink except water and a couple cups of coffee, though that’s normal for me). Still don’t know what it was, or if it will recur, but if it does, I’ll definitely have to go to the doctor.
Just got off the phone with a friend who’s an ER doc with decades of experience. He said that unless it persists for more than a couple days, to not sweat it, other than maybe peeing in a bottle to see if I can get a sample for testing. “Don’t waste money on urologists or scans.”
A Colorado park stays closed because too many people are taking selfies with bears.
I think we should just let evolution take its course, myself.
A lab accident quadruples battery life.
This reminds me of the discovery of vulcanized rubber.
Doug Messier has the story:
The tycoon is backing calls for Prestwick airport in Ayrshire to be chosen as the launchpad for commercial space flights and will offer VIP packages for passengers at his nearby Turnberry golf resort if it is.
In its bid, a consortium will unveil Trump as the exclusive hotel partner for rich space tourists jetting into the region from across the globe. Tailor-made packages will include castle tours, visits to distilleries and island-hopping in the Hebrides.
I wonder if he’s been talking to Chuck Lauer?
One group leaves its demonstration sites cleaner than they found them, and wants to clean up an overgrown corrupt federal government. The other poops on police cars and has rape tents. Guess which ones he calls “wreckers” and which he calls “rebuilders”?
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This seems related, somehow: Hillary’s big donors are giving to Jeb, too. It’s almost like it’s all just one big-government party.
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This seems related, somehow, too: Chelsea Clinton is the closest thing America has to a princess. Just what we’ve always needed.
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Thoughts on Princess Chelsea, from Jonah Goldberg:
As for the bit about her being the closest thing America has to a princess, well, when you think about it for a second, I think that’s right. The problem is that the closest thing to a princess in America is very, very, very far from an actual, you know, princess. We don’t do royalty here very well. The thing that makes her most princess-like is that she really doesn’t seem to know what to do with herself except get caught up in the lie of her family business. What I mean is that she may actually believe that the Clintons are a kind of secular royalty and a dynasty. No doubt she’s been told that a lot. No doubt her parents don’t loop her in on the seamier side of how the Tudors of the Ozarks operate. She probably thinks the primary purpose of the Clinton Foundation is philanthropy rather than extending the Clinton brand and empire, in much the same way descendants of the original medieval robber barons believe their family has always been about public service. Bless her heart.
And Jim Geraghty:
The comparison to a princess is a pretty accurate one, and you’re right, the profile piece in the Post doesn’t quite gush. But throwing jobs, awards, opportunities, speaking fees, and other honors at Chelsea seems to have been a pretty easy way to build goodwill with an ex-president and a future president, and I feel like we’ve all been asked to avert our eyes from this.
In which a Democrat presidential candidate is berated by Democrats for being insufficiently racist:
By stoking the division of identity politics, the Balkanized tribes which comprise the progressive movement are tearing into each other. Lily-white Bernie fans are lecturing black activists about MLK. Hispanics are upset that trans persons are getting too much stage time. Union members are trying to stop Uber as wired millennials look on with incredulity. Liberalism is eating itself.
Despite the media’s insistence that leftism is ascendant, Democrats continue to climb further out on a crooked limb of the crazy tree. And when average American voters see a seemingly mainstream candidate apologize for saying the obvious truth that “all lives matter,” they’re going to give the GOP another look.
Well, hope springs eternal.
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Fear and loathing at Netroots Nation.
Fear and loathing are the only thing they really excel at.
It’s apparently not enough to socially compel us to celebrate abnormal sex. Now they propose to make normal sex illegal.
They’re right. Traditionally, the explicit purpose of gun-control laws (always pushed by Democrats) has been to disarm blacks.
The latest round of half-baked proposals from the Left that wouldn’t have prevented this.
Somehow, this story reminds me of my old satire about Trent Lott:
In a prelude to his upcoming appearance on BET, he appeared at a sparsely-attended press conference outside his local office, resplendent in a colorful daishiki, with his formerly shellacked hair frizzing freely in a three-foot diameter “afro-style” hairdo.
“As you all know, Bill Clinton was the first black president. Well, I’m the first black Senate Majority Leader. It’s truly a proud day for the Republican Party and the African-American community.”
“I know that many of you will be surprised to learn that I was ‘passing’ all of these years. It was a deep, dark family secret.”
“My great-great grandmother was a house nigra on a plantation outside of Biloxi. My great-grandfather was a mullatto, my grandmother was a quadroon, and my mother was an octaroon, which makes me a hexidecaroon. As all of you from hereabouts know, just a touch of one hair of the tarbrush means that I can never be truly white.”
I guess life imitates art, or something.
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A lot more links: “She’s trans-black. Don’t shame her.”