No one I've seen talk about McDonald has said...

THANK YOU GEORGE W BUSH!!!!!

THIS is why I voted for him twice.

If You Are Going To Rant About Your Expertise,

don't foul up in the actual rant itself.

Tam noticed the pathetic arrogance about nothing, but not the most delicious work of trained expert award winning journalist (tm) Ruben Navarrette:

"Kutcher was talking about anyone who subscribes to the belief that their views and opinions are just as valuable as the views and opinions of media professionals who have the benefit of editors, producers, fact checkers and years of experience. Put another way, this tribe believes that the views and opinions of columnists, radio talk show hosts, television commentators and other pundits are no more valuable than what you pick up from Twitter, Facebook or the scores of faceless individuals who blog feverishly. "

might have been more effective if it hadn't followed

"...Kutcher– whose has more than 5 million followers..."


Here's the screenshot, for after Mr. Integrity hides his mistake.



UPDATE:

Ruben Navarrette integrity check! As of 6-18-11AM EDT,

31 still unnoticed by all those layers and layers of expertise,

106 down the memory hole.

Now 75 wrong and 156 right- clearly the article was sent out wrong and about half the experts caught the mistake. Gell-Mann effect: if they get spelling wrong, what unobvious errors are there?

"Trained newspaper journalists- we foul up less than half the time!"

Silly Negro, Don't You Understand How It Works...

Yesterday, the lead Yahoo news article headline was was about how "insiders" had won all the primaries, by rebranding themselves as "outsiders"- followed by a discussion of one D who should have had a walkover, but barely won by using the "underdog" idea. The rest of the article was about Tea Party candidates and Palin endorsees winning.

But I remembered South Carolina.

I fumed at this racist, tell-you-what-to-think article
when I read it months ago:

The candidate, a 32-year-old unemployed black Army veteran named Alvin Greene, walked into the state Democratic Party headquarters in March with a personal check for $10,400. He said he wanted to become South Carolina’s U.S. senator.

Needless to say, Democratic Party Chairwoman Carol Fowler was a bit surprised...

“It’s sad to see an unemployed veteran be so naïve as to believe that using his savings to file for office is the best use of his money,” Fowler says.

He spent less than $5000 on his campaign, no media appearances, no debates. And HA, HA, HA.

You would think his victory would be the banner national headline.

Of course, the article is very negative, as you'd expect. An unapproved Negro? How dare he, and so naive!

I would bet money that his positions are NOT traditional national Democratic, too.

I will be laughing all day.

World Collapse Explained...

This is some funny truth in this three minute youtube. (Link fixed now, duh.)

Especially the last ten seconds.

Then, of course, you want to cry.

And there is this one, and this. I'm choking with laughter.

Clarke and Dawe.

They were on the whole oil spill problem years ago.



Thanks, Samizdata!

One Of My Very Favorite Hunting Stories...

Someone asked me that question again today. I have maybe five pieces of short hunting literature that really speak to and for me, and this is one of them.

Click on each page to make it big enough to read conveniently:

One reason I like this is that it's very evocative of some early days in my own hunting life. I never went out as young as the narrator of this story, or with family. But the scene and style put me right back in the old Fairfield days. Up at four, loading Tango into the trailer and chugging up to Newtown in that old Matador, getting in first of all in the chill black New England dark. Trying like crazy to be where Rhoda wanted me to be, when she wanted me there, doing what she wanted me to do. Scampering over those big Yankee stone walls in the dawn, and spending the day in a wild blur.

There's cable now, and lots of channels to ghost.

All the other things going on in my life then, all the other dawn experiences- having grown up responsibilities, living far away from home in a very different place, having seriously important friends, happily drowning in a huge (and I then had reason to believe) somewhat reciprocated crush. And doing all those things- having all those successes- as nobody, from nowhere.

Good times. I'm glad I didn't break my neck, but if I had, it would have been with a big old smile.


I'm sorry, Fox. But thanks.

A gentleman...

lends his umbrella to a lady.

Get wet, trash.