Monthly Archives: April 2012

The decision was a no brainer. I applaud him for making it but I would not overly pat myself on the back for making the right call.

Obama used so much evasive language in his go-ahead, I’m surprised anyone knew what he was talking about.

The article is full of good points made by the rough men who stand ready to do violence on our behalf.

‘But the more he tries to take the credit for it, the more the ground operators are saying, “Come on, man!” It really didn’t matter who was president. At the end of the day, they were going to go.’

As Romney said, “Even Jimmy Carter would have given that order.” Chris Kyle has one of the most sensible and enigmatic comments, casting our Dear Leader’s juvenile self-absorption into embarrassingly sharp relief:

‘The operation itself was great and the nation felt immense pride. It was great that we did it.

‘But bin Laden was just a figurehead. The war on terror continues. Taking him out didn’t really change anything as far as the war on terror is concerned and using it as a political attack is a cheap shot.

‘In years to come there is going to be information that will come out that Obama was not the man who made the call. He can say he did and the people who really know what happened are inside the Pentagon, are in the military and the military isn’t allowed to speak out against the commander- in-chief so his secret is safe.’

His secret is safe. Huh. That’s an interesting comment. It seems that in the years to come, we’ll find out what a douchebag incompetent we had running this joint, but that that point, the damage will already have been done.

Thanks anyway, Special Forces community. The operators from all branches doing all those dangerous and unknowable things, thank you. You guys are all badasses. Every one of you.

To totally nerd out, I often think of our Special Forces guys are kind of like the Dunedain in Lord of the Rings. That makes us the hobbits. We don’t understand or appreciate the threats that are out there, we are resentful and suspicious of the rough men we see doing violence, we can’t put our stupid first world problems into perspective, (first world feminists fighting phantom first world wage discrepancies while schoolgirls suffer acid attacks in Afghanistan), and yet our Dunedain fight on. Of course we appreciate the SEALs and all they do, but there is a larger special forces community that is keeping us safe. All of them, awesome.

To all of them, thank you.

And for the record, I think Romney would have made the same decision, only much, much sooner.

The thing is, we just don’t have a source of energy that is more cost-efficient than fossil fuels. That’s the way things are right now, for good or for ill. Wind energy was quite the rage some years back, (so long as the wind farms weren’t built where you could see them, natch), but have yet to yield enough power to take fossil fuels off the table. And now they are apparently part of the problem.

Whatever we do, we have an effect on our surroundings. Everything effects everything. That’s just how it is. The trick is to be responsible while avoiding the eco-regressionism that defines modern environmentalism. Being a good steward doesn’t have to equal undoing all technological progress. I don’t want to live life without my smartphone and Kindle.

I so rarely get inadvertently hilarious comments, so imagine my joy when I got one that equated readily believing the recent — and quickly disputed — story out of Egypt regarding the legalisation of necrophilia by the Muslim Brotherhood with buying into conspiracy theories of aliens at Area 51. Frankly, I find the idea of the MB legalising yet one more assault on women a lot easier to swallow than the government reverse engineering UFOs in Nevada, if you want to know the truth.

I’ve seen the denials and I’ve seen that many outlets continue to push the story as legitimate. If the idea was floated in an informal manner, it will be impossible to prove or disprove whether it was proffered at all. Maybe it was one of those text message rumors that the Third World seems to love believing, like how shaking hands with a kuffir will make your penis fall off or something. Who knows? Who cares? It’s believable because imams have preached on its acceptability, but whatever.

Anyway, that’s not really what I wanted to address. I grow so weary of the left’s constant juvenile bullying tactics: You don’t see things the way the leftist “smart people” do, you must be a state school-attending, Jesus-believing, conspiracy-theorizing, doomsday prepper or something. The atheists do it too. You don’t fully buy Darwinist theory? Think there are holes in the scientific community’s assurance that they know everything? You must be a GED-toting, God-fearing, full-blown idiot child because anyone with half a brain knows that you can’t question science. I mean, duh.

Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe in God but just don’t think the math adds up to evolution, like David Berlinski. That guy is brilliant, but apparently that means nothing ’cause he just won’t toe the “community” line. Personally, I like smart guys who like to push buttons, because pissing humorless people off is awesome.

Why can’t people just believe what they want in peace? It’s not my fault all yall are wrong.

Hahaha, I’d want to scrub the internet of this colossal pile of crap too. The not-so-secret truth is that fashion journalists in New York, Paris, London, Milan don’t live in reality like you and I do. Fashion journalists aren’t out for the hard truth and breaking news, they’re out to suck up to people in power. Assad could have been mowing down protesters in front of Buck and she’d have written the same piece. It’s what her editors want. They want another Queen Noor, another exotic anorexic wife of some dusty, oil-rich dictator. And if they can stick it to those racist rubes in flyover country by shattering their “illusions”, well, all the better.

Gross. I hate linking this site, but it is apparently the only place one can find the article in question.

This just makes me sad. How hard must it be to live life with these “what-ifs?”

… that today’s most pressing question is whether I go to the gym now or later. It’s so hard to get motivated for an hour on the elliptical trainer. I still haven’t started CrossFit again, but will in May.

I’m a bit moody in May and June, for personal reasons, and I tend to become a bit morose and cynical. I’m just warning you, in case you find my sporadic postings to be a bit much.

I started writing a review of longtime fashion muse and icon, Ines de la Fressange’s new(ish) book, Parisian Chic, but about a paragraph in I lost interest. It’s not that I didn’t like it; I loved it. My style philosophy is more French than I’d ever imagined, and I’ve discovered that my instinct of buying basics in black, grey, white and navy is actually a good one. I love color, but not as much as I used to. Basics in neutral colors can be mixed and matched ad infinitum while a bright teal asymmetrical drop-waist tunic will always be just that.

I just got distracted by a tumblr homage to a 1999 Allure photo spread featuring Lucie de la Falaise and Cecelia Chancellor. That takes me back, you know? Back to a time of grown out pixie cuts and fashion’s post-grunge hangover. Good times, good times.

My yearly WTF allotment has officially been reached. And it’s only April.

Egyptian husbands will soon be legally allowed to have sex with their dead wives – for up to six hours after their death.

The controversial new law is part of a raft of measures being introduced by the Islamist-dominated parliament.

It will also see the minimum age of marriage lowered to 14 and the ridding of women’s rights of getting education and employment.

Thank God for the Arab Spring, right? Three cheers for democracy and all that.

So a woman’s body is not her own even in death. That’s reassuring. I’m sure that a country with this law on the books will be completely rational and reliable as a partner in peacekeeping in the volatile Middle East.

Please let it be Marco. It would be the most photogenic GOP ticket evah. Oh yeah, and Rubio is a consistent conservative, which is also important or something.

For someone who claims to be a new-age Knight Templar, he killed a bunch of the wrong people. Beheading the prime minister of Norway is a bit less Templar-y than beheading, say, a notorious jihadi or radical imam. Killing defenseless teens isn’t really the brave, heroic, lionhearted act that an actual knight would be proud of. If I didn’t know better, I’d say this was a case of a deranged, psychotic coward hiding behind some tough-sounding rhetoric. It’s easier to justify one’s evil when painting it as a selfless act against a ruthless enemy.

I wish he hadn’t killed anyone, but if he’s a Knight Templar, why is he murdering kids and his fellow countrymen? Maybe because the group he’s claiming is the “real” enemy would fight back?

Of course, I think Breivik is a disgusting piece of crap, and I think he should swing for his crimes. All of the attention he’s getting is playing into his delusions. Just shoot him and get it over with.

Technically, the above photo is from the Mojave, which is a nice enough desert. I just like desert, wherever I can find it. Right now I’m in Casa Grande, but here’s a picture of the Phoenix sky, midday.

Home.

I love it when lefties and libs say what they’re thinking without running it through the “socially acceptable” filter. A woman’s right to choose only extends to those choices the Left approves of. Like the murder of the unborn. The idea that a stay-at-home mom is unaffected by the economy is laughably stupid. And five boys is pretty much my worst nightmare. So, you know, Ann Romney kicks ass.

I’ve read a lot of comments supporting Hilary Rosen’s inconvenient truthfulness that make reference to the Romneys’ wealth, citing it as proof that Ann never really worked. It’s sad when a woman is looked down upon for choosing to raise her family. My brother-in-law is in the ministry, which isn’t the highest paying career choice, and yet my sister has chosen to stay home and raise her kids — and now she’s homeschooling them! If anyone understands the pressures put on Americans by our stagnant economy, it would be the one income family. My sister is amazing with numbers, and they are able to make each cent stretch. If I were in her position… well, we’d all be in trouble at our house.

I’ve got a friend whose husband is in the ministry and she stays home with their four kids. You want to know how the economy is affecting normal Americans? Talk to my friend. Inflation and joblessness hits single-income families first. And hardest. The ladies I’ve mentioned don’t turn to the government for help, they make do with what they have. Stay-at-home moms are scarily efficient. (Well, except for me. I like things — new, shiny things.)

I like Ann Romney. She’s kind of a badass. Despite her husband’s wealth, she hasn’t had it easy, having battled cancer and MS while raising her boys. And, as much as I wanted someone more consistently conservative to win the nom, I’m going to fight for her husband until he kicks our Dear Leader out on his hiney.

So my computer works now, new(ish) hard drive and a different Linux distribution. Yay.

I was disappointed to see Rick Santorum’s exit from the campaign trail, but I think he did the right thing. I believe that Rick Santorum is one of those rare politicians who truly believes he can make a difference. I think he actually believes in things, things that tend to elevate one’s character above the self-centeredness that is inherent in human nature. He’s real. He’s flawed, but he’s real. Romney is flawed and shiny and as seemingly unreal as Obama is honest. But I don’t think Romney’s all that bad. He’s just a “moderate” Republican — and by that I mean, he’s an opportunist. He’s a politician, through and through, but he’s better than Obama.

I see on Drudge today that Obama is saying that it’s not like we haven’t tried free markets; they just don’t work. How the hell does that kind of bullsh*t work on anyone? You’ve got to be a special kind of stupid to believe that capitalism doesn’t make lives better. I guess, if you’re lazy and unmotivated, convinced that the world owes you something, then capitalism doesn’t work for you. But that isn’t the fault of capitalism. That doesn’t mean the people who actually work for their living need to support your sorry ass. Incredibly, we have a resident who is saying exactly that — and he thinks it’s going to get him reelected. Why not? It got him elected in the first place, didn’t it?

Seems to me that at the core of this society, we’ve got a fundamental disagreement about what “successful” means. Roughly half the people in this country seem to think that “successful” means standing in line for handouts. The other half still believes that working for one’s livelihood is something to be proud of.

It’s going to be very interesting to see how this turns out, because the outcome of this election will tell us all where the heart of this country lies.

I ain’t gonna lie to you, kids. I’m terrified.

I’m sorry I’ve been absent this last week; my laptop is on the fritz again. I’m due a real laptop, but I’m too cheap to buy one. My netbook has been limping along for a few years now, and I am on hard drive number 3 at this point. My Kindle has a better processor than the netbook. So does my phone. But I don’t keep track of such things. Supposedly, the laptop will be functioning tomorrow, at which point I will be back.

Promise.