If it was a USAF jet that was shot down over international waters instead of a Turkish jet, there would be calls to reduce every airstrip in Syria into pools of still-quivering molten glass. But it was a Turkish jet and there are calls for an appropriate restraint and diplomatic condemnation. NATO membership counts for something, except when it doesn’t.
With that said, going to war in Syria would be a bad idea. It wasn’t such a swift idea in Libya, a nation now well on its way to becoming Somalia – North. Syria is better-armed and has closer ties to Russia.
Has it really been a whole month since LeagueFest? I felt so relaxed back then.
Skyrim has to be among the best values I’ve ever spent for entertainment. In terms of dollars-spent-per-hour-of-play, sixty bucks of game in exchange for over three hundred hours of gameplay totally demolishes going to the movies. And I can’t even be halfway through doing all the adventures written into the game yet.
Everyone is talking and writing as though the ruling in Arizona v. U.S. is a victory for Arizona because the “show me your papers” provision didn’t get struck down. Three out of four challenges on pre-emption resulted in a finding of pre-emption. As for the headline provision that survived a pre-emption challenge, well, that looks to me almost like the Court was inviting an Equal Protections suit once implementation data begins to accumulate. If I were Jan Brewer, I might put on a brave face in public, but in private I’d be baffled as to how to implement what’s left of that law without resorting to racial profiling — it’s not like there’s a flood of undocumented Hungarians hanging around in front of the Tuscon Home Depot offering to dig up flowerbeds for ten dollars an hour.
It seems to me that much of the opposition to Obamacare is opposition to Obama. If, as expected, major surgery is done to PPACA by SCOTUS the day after tomorrow, it will be a poltical black eye for the Administration that might rebound in either direction. But something like it will be back, one way or the other.
If the primary constitutional problem with PPACA is federalism — Congress can’t make you buy insurance, but a state can — then could Congress make the states adopt mini-PPACA’s (like, say, the program currently in place in Massachusetts) by threatening to withhold highway funds? Or defunding a Medicare grant?
I think my job is stressful — well, you couldn’t pay me enough to be Governor of California right now, even with a purportedly friendly Legislature and an emasculated political opposition. No amount of fame, fortune, love, sex, nor longevity, would be worth it. Not that my hat’s off to Jerry Brown for the way he’s handling the job — just some recognition that this may well be among the most thankless tasks facing anyone anywhere.
Coming up with Monday Trivia questions is hard, y’all. Kudos to my co-blogger for doing it so well for so long.
Twitter is full of noise. It’s like everyone is Instapundit. Only not quite as verbose, and faster. It all but forecloses the possibility of real thought about anything that is read there. I dislike it but can’t quite tear myself away, and always find myself going back for just one more and hating myself for it. In that sense, Twitter is also like salt and vinegar potato chips.
I’ve noticed that I’m self-medicating OTJ stress with more frequent alcohol consumption at home. Just one drink a night, but I’ve gone from having a few drinks on the weekends with friends to having a drink every night before bed. Is this a bad sign? I, I, I am exercising more, too, and that isn’t bullshit I’m just saying in mitigation.
When writing a list, there is an impulse to stop at ten, in emulation of the Decalogue, or at least some sort of round number or an easy multiple. I, however, shall gleefully persist until I reach a prime number of random thoughts.
If an atheist blogger decides to convert to Roman Catholicism, no one ought to expect a rational explanation from her. Religion and faith are not rational behaviors. Nor is this remark intended as a slight to religion and faith — I behave irrationally all the time. I love my wife; I like pizza; I see beauty in the sky at night. These things are not motivated by reason or logic. Neither is religious belief. If she’d fallen in love, we’d all be happy for her. She found faith and thinks participation in a religious institution will enrich her life. I hope it does.
Trying to define torture or cruelty, or poverty, or education, is a moving target as our cultural norms and expectations change. We never used to think solitary confinement was inherently cruel or unusual, but if you set the Wayback Machine for 250 years ago, few if any of our forebearers saw any reason to question the morality of public hangings.
Lawyers take it as conventional wisdom that we’re safer now than ever before. Crumple zones built in to cars, seat belts, air bags, and so on — product safety is at a high mark and rising. But the New England Journal of Medicine makes me question that — accidents seem to take roughly the same number of lives as ever. The graphic, by the way, shows one utterly terrifying spike representing the outbreak of Spanish Flu after the Great War. One disease catches us off guard and that could happen again.
Has there ever been a time you’ve had Kentucky Fried Chicken and not immediately regretted it? I mean, sure, it’s really salty, so I’ll concede that KFC has got something going for it. But be honest. Every time you’ve eaten something from KFC, haven’t you immediately thought to yourself, “Self, you had choices, and KFC was only one of them.” Me, either. The fundamental premise of microeconomics — that individual consumers will be able to, given a large enough sample size and sufficient time, ascertain the optimal balance of price, quality, speed, and other desirable factors in a product or service — is thus disproven by the inexplicably-continuing vitality of this business.
Pseudonymous Portlander. Homebrewer. Atheist. Recovering litigator. Recovering Republican. Recovering Catholic. Recovering divorcé. Recovering Former Editor-in-Chief of Ordinary Times.
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Vivere Con Gaudium.