Category: Favorites – Culture
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One Day At Jared ® Headquarters
SCENE: At the headquarters of Jared ® Jewelry. Patricia LOPEZ, the receptionist, is sitting at the front desk answering phone calls. Phone rings. LOPEZ: Hello, Jared, the Galleria of Jewelry®… VOICE on phone: Hello, this is Sol Gallivan, the Guardian of Empiricism. What does your slogan “It can only be Jared” mean? LOPEZ: Hello again, Mr.…
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Hope 73. Tyranny 0.
It’s hard for us, today, to picture what the world was like seventy years ago. For the better part of a decade, much of the world’s intelligentsia actively wondered if democracy’s day had come and gone. Various flavors of totalitarianism – whose ghastly crimes against humanity had been hidden from the world by a compliant…
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A Day In The Life Of Every Uppity Conservative
ME: Hi! REPRESENTATIVE GROUP OF LIBERALS (RGOL): Conservatism is fundamentally racist! ME: Um – beg your pardon? “RGOL”: Racism oozes from every pore of conservatism! ME: OK, that’s what we call “bigotry” where I come from, but what the hell, I love a good ad-hominem argument. Do tell! “RGOL”: Nixon’s “southern strategy” brought all the racists…
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My Tax Day At The Capitol Mall
So I not only got to attend the Tea Party at the State Capitol yesterday, but it was my immense privilege to be the lead-off speaker; mine was the first in a long stream of excellent speeches, including that of my NARN cohost Ed Morrissey, whose speech I videotaped and is currently up at Hot Air,…
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There Will Be Drool
The DFL is heading toward a convention that will bestow its usual “kiss of death” to whomever gets it – usually the candidate that makes the “progressive” activists that control the party the most tingly; this will lead to a summer of hammer-and-tong DFL fratricide leading up to a September primary that will determine the…
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Give Me Half A Pound Of Soul
An ambulance crew brings in a shooting victim; one shot to the chest, one to the head. There was a lot of blood loss from the chest wound, and the victim is in immense cardiopulmonary distress. The head wound missed the medulla, at the brain stem, the part that controls the heart and breathing and…
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Kill The Death Penalty
This post is an expansion of a comment in a thread way down below. Partly because my monkeying with my code this morning put a crimp in my morning blogging schedule. Partly because the subject deserves it. I oppose the death penalty, not because I break with most conservatives on the issue, but because I am…
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Three Or Four Races Are Plenty
I’m sitting looking over my broad, tree-lined avenue with a glass of single-malt, and the sky is blue and the white families with their happy, present-sotted kids are wandering past on their errands, and the election is over, so let’s all relax and quit irritating each other, OK? Michele Bachmann, Erik Paulsen, Jim Oberstar, Betty…
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You Might Be Anti-American!
In the wake of the flap the agenda media and the Sorosphere manufactured over Rep. Michele Bachmann’s statements a few weeks ago on Tinglyball with Chris Matthews, I wondered – is it possible to question other peoples’ motivations anymore? I’m convinced – having not only read the accounts and seen the video of Rep. Bachmann’s…
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Square Bullets For The Infidels
I remember reading a book about thirty years ago – The Social History Of The Machine Gun, or something like that. It was a pseudo-academic treatise, adapted for some shred of popular market appeal, that talked about the social roots of fully-automatic weapons. In one of the first chapters, they included the plans for an…
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Heston
Go ahead and pick your Heston: The academy award-winner? Ben Hur was probably the first “serious” movie I sat through as a kid – the first time I ever got that a movie could be more than simple yuks and scenery, that a story could mean more than what was being put in front of…
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Saving Your Soul
Humans have a deep-seated need to belong to something bigger. And I’m not just talking about the Minnesota Organization of Bloggers, here. Bear with me – Ed and I were talking about this on the show on Saturday, and I’ve got this urge to elaborate. And we know how ugly that can get… ———- For…
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The Harvest Home
I was a 20 year old college kid working a grindingly-boring Sunday afternoon shift at KQDJ Radio in Jamestown, ND on February 13, 1983. I was doing what I usually did on those boring Sunday shifts; playing records, doing homework, taking transmitter readings. Then, the police scanner in the “newsroom” next door, which normally burbled with the…
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The Case Of The Diced, Spiced Ham
LAW AND ORDER SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT EPISODE (redacted) SCENE 1: SMALL GREENWICH VILLAGE APARTMENT, SPATTERED WITH BLOOD AND GORE. A MAN IS IMPALED TO THE WALL, APPROX. FIVE FEET OFF THE FLOOR, BY A LONG PIECE OF METAL DRIVEN LONGITUDINALLY THROUGH THE LENGTH OF HIS BODY. DR. HUANG AND MEDICAL EXAMINER WARNER ARE ON SCENE…
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How Many Fetuses Fit On The Head Of A Pin?
While I think my parents thought I might grow up to be an academic, I turned off that track bright and early. One of the things that sparked that swerve was the notion that you could – and many would-be professors do – slave away for years and years, and are still not really considered…
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The Real Victims?
It was eight years ago last Saturday that the FBI ended its 24 year manhunt for Kathleen Soliah, who’d been living in Saint Paul as Sarah Jane Olson for a couple of decades. Married to a local doctor who professed unawareness (successfully, even though he’d been a student radical in the sixties as well) that…