The new, guaranteed, stop-smoking-instantly kit. Consisting of a hammer and ice pick.
Happy Milton Friedman Day!
Off Line
I’m going to DC for the weekend to celebrate my birthday with Patricia, sans computer. But because it’s my birthday, there are a couple of sad events to commemorate. Tomorrow will be the fortieth anniversary of the Apollo 1 fire, which occurred the day before my birthday in 1967. And Sunday, people who were born the day the Challenger was lost will be old enough to drink adult beverages legally. It makes me feel old.
I’ve Signed The Pledge
Have you?
I’ve Signed The Pledge
Have you?
I’ve Signed The Pledge
Have you?
Life Despiced
One can look at the radar for south Florida, and see that we’ve had our rain for the next few days.
As time goes on, uncertainty (at least about things amenable to modeling and based on solid laws of physics) is reduced yearly.
Economically, it’s a good thing to know that there’s no rain in the next few days. It makes it easier to plan irrigation, boat outings, etc. And that’s a good thing, and one not to want to end.
But still, there’s a nostalgia (at least for those, like many of my generation, who remember the uncertainty) of not knowing what was to come next. To anticipate the unanticipatible. While the gain is better than the loss, the loss remains.
This Explains Much
Jimmy Carter and the ghost of Begin.
Despite how lame Jerry Ford was, my vote for that man was the worst of my lifetime. And not just because it ruined my perfect record ever since of not voting for a Democrat for president.
The Blind Leading The Blind
Iran has been getting pointers on rocket design, from that noted space power, North Korea.
Good luck with that. Not.
Dinesh D’Souza
…is taken to school by Jamie Glazov, who by far has the best of the argument.
D’Souza comes off, to me as either extremely naive, or disingenuous, or both.