Not that it’s really news, but there’s a new book out documenting that Mao (Anita Dunn’s favorite philosopher) was the biggest mass murderer in history. But unlike Hitler, he murdered his own kind, so that’s all right. And as usual, one has to ask why it’s acceptable, and even fashionable, to wear a Che or Mao tee shirt on campus, but not a Hitler one.
[Update a couple minutes later]
Wow. It’s amazing to read some of the defenses of Mao (and Che), and anti-West sentiment in comments over there.
Here’s an interesting discussion on forecasting sexual orientation:
We all know the stereotypes: an unusually light, delicate, effeminate air in a little boy’s step, often coupled with solitary bookishness, or a limp wrist, an interest in dolls, makeup, princesses, dresses and a staunch distaste for rough play with other boys; in little girls, there is the outwardly boyish stance, perhaps a penchant for tools, a lumbering gait, a square-jawed readiness for physical tussles with boys, an aversion to all the perfumed, delicate, laced trappings of femininity.
I’m sure that my parents thought, or at least worried, that I was going to be homosexual. I was a bookworm, and didn’t enjoy roughhousing or sports. On the other hand, I never had an interest in girlish things, and was more into pirates and cowboys. In any event, I’ve never had the slightest interest in the same sex, sexually speaking — I’m as heterosexual as they come (so to speak). But I think you have to be in abject denial to think that sexual orientation is a “choice.” The only people for whom that’s the case are bisexuals.
An interesting discussion of our ability to impose patterns on randomness.
Barack Obama has lost his sex appeal. Of course, I’ve always been immune to politicians’ supposed charisma, from Reagan to Clinton.
Will it cause another market crash?
Ann Althouse is mocking a woman annoyed by a man who damaged her car.
I’m with the woman (and George Costanza). It is an almost intrinsically inconsiderate and selfish act to kill yourself. The only way to do so in a considerate manner is to make sure all your affairs are in order, with clear instructions, and to not make a mess to clean up, or leave yourself where someone, particularly a loved one, will be traumatized by finding you (e.g., disappear into the wilderness and do it there). When you do it in such a way as to endanger others or cause property damage, I have zero sympathy for you, whether you survive or not. There is a big problem in the railroad business of people who deliberately step in front of trains, with no thought about the injuries and damage they may cause, or the life-long nightmares and needless soul searching for the engineer. I don’t care how unhappy you are, there is no excuse for this.
…to Mars:
International co-operation in space was very difficult and in many ways inefficient, the second man to walk on the moon said.
“But I think if we can take the English-speaking people … we can have American science, technology and bring together the UK, Australia, New Zealand, India and South Africa … and have a togetherness organisation,” he told AAP in Sydney on Thursday.
For some reason, I don’t think that the White House will be as happy about this as it was with some of his previous statements. It doesn’t sound like he’s quite on the same page as Charlie and the Muslim outreach.
Gotta love Buzz.
I just don’t get all this hate on uncovered boobage and Alan Simpson. If rights to seeing and saying tits aren’t constitutionally protected, what are? The very word is enshrined and embedded right there in the middle of “consTITution.”
In fact, I think that this invention, while not the worst one in the world, is right up there, and clearly unconstitutional (audio may not be safe for work).
[Via Burge on Facebook]
Men like to look at beautiful women.
We like sunsets and mountain views, too, but for some reason, it doesn’t arouse so much…emotion…in our partners and life mates, when we indulge in it.
Hey, the beauty of nature is the beauty of nature…
I could write a lot more, but I’ll let the comments fray commence, it being late on a Friday night.
First Ken Mehlman, and now this.