Just in case you needed confirmation that she’s a moron, here you go.
[Afternoon update]
On the other hand, I see a bright future for Betsy Woodruff.
All posts by Rand Simberg
Two Thirds Of The Way There
But only three days left to fully fund the Kickstarter project for space safety.
Winnie The Pooh
A Young Hero
A fifteen-year-old boy was burned warning others in the Colorado fire. Perhaps I should say, young man.
More Dragon Thoughts
From Tom Jones, over at Popular Mechanics.
Who Owns The Asteroids?
A discussion of the implications of the Outer Space Treaty for mining, with Frans von der Dunk.
The Wrong Campaign Gaffe Comparison
I have some thoughts on just how “fine” the private sector is doing under Barack Obama, over at PJMedia.
A Prometheus Review
“Short version: utterly gorgeous 3D and a phenomenal cast are wasted on one of the most profoundly, fundamentally stupid movies I’ve seen in a long time.”
We went to see Marvel’s Avengers yesterday (great movie), and noticed that Prometheus was just starting in another theater as we were walking out of the one where it was playing, so we could have done it for nothing, but weren’t up for a double feature, particularly given what I’ve been reading about it.
Youtubing Space Safety
I’ve uploaded the video from the Kickstarter project to Youtube in the hope of giving it more exposure, with only a little over four days to go. Unfortunately. I can’t come up with any way to steer people to the project from there. I don’t seem to be able to edit the description of the video, and comments don’t allow links.
Our Celebrity President
Don’t miss Mark Steyn’s latest on Barack Hussein Kardashian:
…there are some cheap seats available. A year and a half ago, big-money Democrats in Rhode Island paid $7,500 per person for the privilege of having dinner with President Obama at a private home in Providence. He showed up for 20 minutes and then said he couldn’t stay for dinner. “I’ve got to go home to walk the dog and scoop the poop,” he told them, because when you’ve paid seven-and-a-half grand for dinner nothing puts you in the mood to eat like a guy talking about canine fecal matter. And, having done the poop gag, the president upped and exited, and left bigshot Dems to pass the evening talking to the guy from across the street. But you’ve got to admit that’s a memorable night out: $7,500 for Dinner with Obama* (*dinner with Obama not included).
At least he didn’t say he had to go home and eat the dog.