History Lesson…You Want Fries With That?

This is amazing (h/t The Ever Amazing Gerard). Be sure to note the actions of the always wimpy French. Food legend here.

Any questions?

The Great Wordmeister

has gone to his reward (h/t Hot Air). William F. Buckley, Jr. died yesterday at his home in Connecticut at the age of 82.

Blackford Oakes introduced me to Mr. Buckley when I was freshly out of college. Apolitical back then, all I wanted was a good read by the pool. And I got one. I’ve been a big fan ever since. For a few years I took the print version of National Review and now the online version is an invaluable resource. One of the posts at The Corner (Kathryn Jean Lopez – from an email to her):

I am saddened by the passing of William F. Buckley, but our loss is Heaven’s gain, and I’m sure the Good Lord told his angels to “Bring me a dictionary, Buckley’s coming.” –Terry

The NYT obituary also notes

Mr. Buckley’s vocabulary, sparkling with phrases from distant eras and described in newspaper and magazine profiles as sesquipedalian (characterized by the use of long words) became the stuff of legend. Less kind commentators called him “pleonastic” (use of more words than necessary).

And, inescapably, there was that aurora of pure mischief. In 1985, David Remnick, writing in The Washington Post, said, “He has the eyes of a child who has just displayed a horrid use for the microwave oven and the family cat.”

Ahhh, the world will now be short of ten-dollar words. Pity. RIP Old Friend.

UPDATE(S): Michelle has a nice round-up. Like me, she got hooked early.

“The unbought grace of life” (City Journal).

“The irrepressible and indomitable spirit” (Rick Moran).

“A serious man in an increasingly unserious time” (John Podhoretz)

Even those who disagreed with his politics, admired him. (Rick Perlstein)

The spark. (Scott Johnson)

The constantly “piqued curiosity”. (Roger Kimball)

A Dawg’s backstage meeting (Luke Boggs/AJC)

Elegant graciousness, personified (The Anchoress)

A William F. Buckley or a Jackie Kennedy may not often rub elbows with the hoi polloi, but when they did they used their best manners, because to do less would be disrespectful to the other, and demeaning to everything they had been taught by the great ones who came before. They had no difficulty engaging others outside their spheres because their security within themselves – part of which comes from that humility that recognizes the random vagaries of privilege – allowed that generosity of spirit.

Let the Hilarity Begin

“What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!” (Wm. Shakespeare, Richard III)

The State of Georgia, widely known for its deep thinkers and clear heads, has thrown down the gauntlet over our northern border with the Dread Pirate Volunteer. (h/t Peach Pundit)

Truly snort-worthy. Picking at the scab of an almost 200 year old border dispute is a grand way to get Atlanta more water without having to pony up for the costly infrastructure that should have been in place decades ago. The city of Chattanooga, of which I have a great and abiding fondness for, is sending down a peace offering. Or is it a Trojan Horse? What lurks beneath? The border patrol should carefully check out that truck, its “shipment” and the accompanying scribbled ramblings of the City Father.

PROCLAMATION

WHEREAS, it has come to pass that the heavens are shut up and a drought of Biblical proportions has been visited upon the Southern United States, and

WHEREAS, the parched and dry conditions have weighed heavily upon the State of Georgia and sorely afflicted those who inhabit the Great City of Atlanta, and

WHEREAS, the leaders of Georgia have assembled like the Children of Israel in the desert, grumbled among themselves and have begun to cast longing eyes toward the north, coveting their neighbor’s assets, and

WHEREAS, the lack of water has led some misguided souls to seek more potent refreshment or for other reasons has resulted in irrational and outrageous actions seeking to move a long established and peaceful boundary, and

WHEREAS, it is deemed better to light a candle than curse the darkness, and better to offer a cool, wet kiss of friendship rather than face a hot and angry legislator gone mad from thirst, and

WHEREAS, it is feared that if today they come for our river, tomorrow they might come for our Jack Daniels or George Dickel,

NOW THEREFORE, In the interest of brotherly love, peace, friendship, mutual prosperity, citywide self promotion, political grandstanding and all that

I, Ron Littlefield, Mayor of the City of Chattanooga, Tennessee,

Do hereby Proclaim that Wednesday, February 27, 2008 shall be known as

“Give Our Georgia Friends a Drink Day”

Heh. My only concern is if I drink that water from Tennessee, I won’t catch something like this,will I?

Where’s my tentmaker?

Eeeeewwww.

Now I Know How Mimi Felt

A few centuries ago, at this point, I would surely have died from consumption.

So a round-up of sorts will just have to do. I don’t have the strength or the brain-power for anything else.

Fausta’s Carnival of Latin America was yesterday. Outstanding as ever. Don’t miss the Dancing Fidel.

GM Roper notes that scientists said the anti-missile system would never work. Ooops…guess they were wrong. Just like Global Warming, huh?

Captain Ed gets a tasty new gig. If The Anchoress is my blog-mother, and she says that Captain Ed is her blog-father, I guess that makes him my blog-grandfather. Cool.

Even though March Madness is quickly approaching, there are those of us who count the days the days until fall kick-off. Like Tony Barnhart of the AJC. By the way, that number is 180.

The Clayton County (Georgia) Board of Education, in answer to calls for “change” for “the good of the children”, install metal detectors at their office. Just how will that stop SACS from striping the county of their accreditation? How Victor Hill-ish. Next thing you know, there will be snipers on the roof. You know, just in case. I feel sorry for the futures of THOUSANDS of CHILDREN these few power-hungry adults are ruining.

And finally, don’t forget, Siggy loves to stay on top of the latest inventions.

Rearranging the Deck Chairs

Futility. That’s what Hillary and Cuba have in common.

Hillary lost big yesterday. Captain Ed says

We are just about to the end of the Restoration. If Hillary winds up losing Ohio, she has almost no hope of winning Pennsylvania in April, even if she manages to win Texas. She has to pull a rabbit out of her hat in the next two weeks, starting with the debate tomorrow night, and hope Obama melts down in the meantime. Otherwise, the superdelegate firewall will become her Maginot Line. She will be left with two choices: quit or face the humiliation of seeing her superdelegates abandon her at the first possible moment of the convention.

Mr. and Mrs. Fluff seem to be winning states in spite of his lack of substance and her misplaced pride. Obi points to Obama’s Spend-o-Meter.

If Sen. Barack Obama (D-IL) Could Enact All Of His Campaign Proposals, Taxpayers Would Be Faced With Financing $874.35 Billion In New Spending Over One White House Term

But al-Qaeda is rooting for McCain. Seems they would rather keep fighting/killing/maiming instead of promoting the election of the one man who would bend over backwards to give them what they want.

Hillary is rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. Cuba is doing the same.

With Castro’s announced “abdication”, the media looks like a sick Cirque du Soliel in their rush to fawn over the still dead dictator. Dictator… dictator

That reminds me of a story (a real story). It has nothing to do with this sad situation. Years ago, a young minister and his wife were invited to a parishioner’s home for supper. After the meal, which was lovely and homey, they began to play Pictionary. Things were going along swimmingly, until the young pastor drew the word “dictator.” He proceeded to draw a penis and a potato, side by side. In the hushed silence that followed, the young wife excused the two of them with the plea that the babysitter needed to be rescued.

Come to think of it, it does relate to Cuba. Castro’s head has always looked like a big Idaho to me. But I digress…

CNN is even instructing its analysts to take it easy on ol’ Uncle Fidel. Fausta sums Castro’s life up pretty well:

…half a century of ruining a people morally, financially and spiritually.

More here. While the list of atrocities is long, first on the agenda should be the release of political prisoners. With little brother in charge, nothing will change.

Rearrange those chairs, Raul!

Fidel Castro, Still Dead, Declines a 100th Term and Other News

Word from the grave is that Castro will not seek another term as Dictator for Life.

Fausta, along with many Cubanos, is cautiously hopeful. Fausta has always had a soft spot for ol’ Fidel. NOT. 😉 Check out her Castro category and you’ll see what I mean.

Raul will fully step into Big Brother’s shoes now. Only time will tell if Cuba moves out of its misery into the New World. My bet is that the jihadists will move in shortly, with the blessings of the government. Look at how they are welcomed in by Mini Me in Venezuela. With a leeettle help from their new leeetle friends, America will get to relive the Cuban Missile Crisis, but this time in real-time HD.

Same Song, Different Verse.

Speaking of jihadists, St. Louis is getting its very own prayer tower. How special…

And leave it to the Methodists to come up with a children’s book with anti-Israel sentiments. If I were still a Methodist, I’d certainly be concerned about where all my associational money was going.

No time for election news right now…but boy, it sure is entertaining!

UPDATE: Oh Gag. The LoveFest begins…

Hillary Joke of the Day Returns!

After a long, dry run, the Hillary Joke of the Day feature at Obi’s Sister returns!

After Bill had spent several days campaigning for her, losing his temper many times and costing her votes, Hillary finally escaped from her overly controlling campaign manager for the evening. She snuck off to visit a fortune teller of some local repute.

In a dark and hazy room…peering into a crystal ball…the mystic delivered grave news.

“There’s no easy way to say this, Madam, so I’ll just be blunt: Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year just after you lose the election.”

Then the soothsayer looked up and locked eyes with Hillary, who was visibly shaken at this news.

Hillary stared back at the woman’s lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her shaking hands.

She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She simply had to know.

She looked back, deep into the fortune teller’s gaze, steadied her voice, and asked her the big question:

“‘Will I be acquitted?”

Expontentially Lowering the Bar

One of my hot buttons is manners; simple, kind, decent etiquette between civilized humans. It’s really not that hard.

My dear departed grandmother-in-law used to keep an old Reader’s Digest cartoon clipping on her fridge – the caption read “I’m shocked at what doesn’t shock me anymore”. A mantra, of sorts.

Old Southern ladies have a saying, “You can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.” Cynthia McKinney and Rosie O’Donnell were the last recipients of that distinction. Now we have another. Jane Fonda. As Webutante says….

How desperate is this woman for media attention and page one status? I mean we all like some recognition, but……this? Where is her decorum? Where is her inner lady? I’m still appalled by a woman who by worldly standards has it all (including an obviously damn good plastic surgeon as my aforementioned commenter assured me), and yet, from a higher plane, has so little. It’s not very attractive at any age, Jane. But at 70, it’s rather sad, wo-mano to wo-mano.

The way I count it, as long as you’re not watching cable, we’re down to just two words you can’t say on television, instead of the original seven. Hrmph. Case closed.

Keith Olbermann is another fine example of decorum in action. Honestly, how can anyone take this man seriously? The Anchoress believes he is channeling Vizzini…

You and your co-workers, on the other hand, routinely spit out words like “idiot,” “pimp,” “murderer,” “chimp,” “terrorist” and “fascist” toward the guy who has kept you safe for 7 years, knowing full well that the bastard Bush and has never in any way threatened your (or your colleagues) freedom of speech or livelihood, and has never demanded from you the apologies you so regularly offer to others. You say what you want without fear of reprisal from this president. There may be angry viewers or sponsors who demand apologies, but not President Bush. And yet he’s the one you like to call a “fascist.”

Inconceivable!

You keep using that word, fascist; I do not think it means what you think it means.

INCONCEIVABLE indeed.

Even that place of my fondest memories, the college campus, is rife with … well … all sorts of undesirable behaviors and outcomes. Generally, if you don’t get shot, raped, berated by lunatics, alcohol-poisoned, incorrectly identified by a drunk stripper and subsequently crucified by a DA hot for re-election or screwed by your own school’s greedy and unethical financial aid department, you might graduate in 5 years. Then you get to lose sleep over student loans the size of your parent’s mortgage. Whatever happened to learning? Whatever happened to the cocoon, where young men and women were encouraged to expand their horizons in the relative safety of a sheltering academic environment? Whatever happened to being forced to THINK rather than REACT? Process, form a solution and follow through with it rather than whine and blame and run?

Even the jihadists, who function on a completely lower plane of civility, have sunk to a new low.

Professor Jones (Sr) once said to Junior, “My son, we’re pilgrims in an unholy land.” They understood the Nazis and what they stood for. They understood the difference between good and evil. How greed and avarice can tarnish a man’s soul. But the Dr. Jones’ lifelong quest resulted in what Sr. referred to simply as “Illumination.” You can’t have illumination without light. The evil of this world, whose only goal is to extinguish the light, will use whatever means it can get its grimy little hands on. Aiding and abetting bad manners is only the beginning.

According to WebMD

It’s the flu. And I even got the shot this year. I’m going to crawl back in bed now. Wake me in a few days…..

Tweetle Dee, Tweetle Dhimmitude

Too much work, upheaval at church, traveling hubby, the beginning of high school soccer season and the endless debate over soft vs firm ground cleats is driving me to the brink of exhaustion. My little brain can only hold so much. It reminds me of a Far Side cartoon from long ago…

My brain is full

I voted early , hoping to dodge some of the hype. Imagine my surprise when Huckabee won Georgia. Practically everyone I knew that wasn’t a Democrat was voting for Romney. They were voting for Obama. All of them. This certainly reeks of something. As The Anchoress says,

Keep watching. Outside of all the noise, outside of all the directions you are being urged to take, there is much going on, things seen and unseen.

Then another surprise today, when Romney “suspends” his campaign at CPAC. Not “quit”, not “dropped out”. Hmmmm. At his best, he said,

“If I fight on in my campaign, all the way to the convention, I would forestall the launch of a national campaign and make it more likely that Senator Clinton or Obama would win. And in this time of war, I simply cannot let my campaign, be a part of aiding a surrender to terror.”

Get that? “Aiding a surrender to terror?” Romney gets it. I wonder if the rest of them do.

At the Pentagon, they don’t get it. Here’s the reason why. Just a little thesis called “To Our Great Detriment: Ignoring What Extremists Say about Jihad”. Seems Major Coughlin gets it. REALLY gets it. And some whiny Muslim at the Pentagon whined LOUDLY and the Pentagon practically wet themselves firing him. Well, lucky for us, he’s being retained.

[US Rep. Sue Myrick (NC-9)] We must ask, “Is America Being Infiltrated?” As Coughlin says in his thesis, our enemies freely admit their ideas and goals. They have clearly stated their intention to infiltrate us, much like the Russians did during the Cold War. We had no problem analyzing and acting on that information then. I know that some people will refuse to admit there is a subversive movement going on here, but let me remind you that we have underestimated the will and capability of our enemy for more than 30 years. They are patient and determined to achieve their radical agenda.

And he’s even promoted. Hopefully he can afford some bodyguards with his raise. He’ll need them. We need more people like him in the higher levels of government SHOUTING about the threat that is upon us. And it’s much closer than you think. The British Empire is crumbling as we speak.

In the meantime, everybody’s up at CPAC. Maybe next year I’ll get to go. I’m still looking for pictures of Fausta’s new hairdo.

As the final insult, someone at the Georgia DMV has lost their mind. There is something inherently WRONG with this .

Surely the Apocalypse is upon us.

SuperTuesday Eve Round-up

A quick round-up ’round the world. After all, it doesn’t stop because we’re suffering from primary election backwash.

Fausta’s Latin American Carnival – be sure to read the one about Chavez’s cocaine trail.

Also, via Fausta, Britain is losing their marbles.

LONDON (AFP) – Britons are losing their grip on reality, according to a poll out onday which showed that nearly a quarter think Winston Churchill was a myth while the majority reckon Sherlock Holmes was real.

The survey found that 47 percent thought the 12th century English king Richard the Lionheart as a myth.

And 23 percent thought World War II prime minister Churchill was made up. The same percentage thought Crimean War nurse Florence Nightingale did not actually exist.

Three percent thought Charles Dickens, one of Britain’s most famous writers, is a work of fiction himself.

Indian political leader Mahatma Gandhi and Battle of Waterloo victor the Duke of Wellington also appeared in the top 10 of people thought to be myths.

Meanwhile, 58 percent thought Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s fictional detective Holmes actually existed; 33 percent thought the same of W. E. Johns’ fictional pilot and adventurer Biggles.

UKTV Gold television surveyed 3,000 people.

What is happening in schools? Here and over the pond? Is the Ministry of Truth in charge of everything?

Scoop! News anchorperson can’t find Illinois on the map! But I sure betcha she could find Venezuela!

GM Roper is going into the Travel Agency business. Mexico is his specialty.

Stupid and evil. Parts is parts.

And lastly, CommonFolkUsingCommonSense goes to the movies.

What’s Wrong with the World?

The Anchoress asks . Lots. There are many things right now, too, but that wasn’t the question.

What is wrong now? FOCUS. Not only America, but the entire world has lost FOCUS of what is important. God. Family. Respect. Integrity. Charity. A while back, I said

Civilization requires civility. …the foundation of civilization is a basic understanding of how to behave with respect for others…

Back before enabling behavior became the socially accepted (and expected) behavior, there was a basic code of decorum that was expected in all public (and most private) forums. I’m not sure exactly when or where it happened, but now if you behave in a respectable and civil fashion, you are ridiculed. And it is everywhere: the classroom, the workplace, in restaurants, in traffic, on dates, on TV, on radio, on the internet, on and on and on. Respect is returned with vitriol; integrity is mocked by talking-heads; everyone is expected to be a sycophant for some cause or the other. Like destroying a temple, but from within.

As Master Yoda once said, “See through you, I can.”

Think about it.

UPDATE: Men-children. No wonder my college girl is so frustrated!

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