First off, it’s been a while, but my blogslumber can’t withstand the latest Senate sideshow of the Massachusetts Madness. I bought a lot of Boy Scout popcorn this year, but I’m not sure it will outlast this our latest political drama. Even if I’ve been silent on here, I still enjoy lurking around when I can, and though I don’t read as many Montana blogs as I used to, and I certainly don’t join (or miss) the pissing contests, it’s hard not to be entertained by the differing perspectives that have been conjured by all of the citizen journalists. For what it’s worth, here’s what keeps the microwave busy in my house:
From what I’ve gleaned from the progressive perspective, Coakley lost because a governor was placed on the leftward pointing engine of the Democrat’s governance. The debate in those circles now seems to be whether the party should push harder left overtly or covertly. Should Obamacare be jettisoned and support for a direct nationalization of healthcare be substituted in its stead? Should Senate filibuster rules be changed so Obamacare can be approved, which will naturally lead to nationalization further down the road? Amidst this strategy concoction, the one question I haven’t seen asked, or at least haven’t seen taken seriously, is whether or not our nation really wants more lefty cowbell. Mr. Obama’s election put the blinders of settled science on a lot of progressives, but they might just want to remove them from time to time in case they are on an intercept course with a Mack truck.
This isn’t to say that the GOP has suddenly grown into a Boone & Crockett buck. Yeah, many Democrats are nervous, but celebrating 59th place just looks sort of, well, pathetic. I guess every turnaround has to begin with actually turning around, but when a moderate wins one race in a royal blue state and some people start wondering if he should run for President, one might think that the depth chart at the top of the party might be somewhat suspect.
At any rate, it is thoroughly entertaining, and given that one party no longer holds absolute power, at least now that entertainment will have to work a little harder at spending my kids money. Carry on, and if anyone cares maybe I’ll be back in a few months to write another post.
All the codes have been met or exceeded. All the math is correct. All the connections are checked and double checked, tightened and double tightened. So why is it that for a brief moment before I throw a new heavy breaker I’m curious as to whether or not my house is about to turn into a big ol’ pile of charcoal?
As a member of the right wing Mafia, I’ve got so much stuff stuck in my craw that my breath is starting to smell awfully foul. Leave it to the Montana FWP to throw in the rotting corpse of a hemroidal skunk:
Lewton and his buddies were arrested in an undercover sting operation during which an agent for Montana’s Fish, Wildlife & Parks shot and killed a bighorn sheep that scored over 204 points, Boone and Crockett. A new state record.
Yeah, the trial prevents comment and so on and so forth, but for the life of me I don’t get why the ‘undercover agent’ had to kill the sheep for the charges to be brought. What a sickening waste.
Ah, tolerance:
Robert Millage of Kamiah said he’s been called a wolf murderer, a fat redneck and other names in about 50 phone calls and hundreds of e-mails.
Results like this make me wonder if a wolf hunting season will put a dent in S.S.S. at all.
I’d like you to write about what you can do for me…no, wait…I meant that you should write about what you can do for you. Just a slip of the tongue, I’m sure.
The lesson plans, available online, originally recommended having students “write letters to themselves about what they can do to help the president.”
The White House revised the plans Wednesday to say students could “write letters to themselves about how they can achieve their short-term and long-term education goals.”
“That was inartfully worded, and we corrected it,” Higginbottom said.
The Hand Tamper…
…all the fun of a post hole digger without the sense of progress.
Rows of empty soldiers Captains? Check. A musculoskeletal system filling up the complaint jar due to a week of full contact water sports? Check. Residual head and neck pain from a few full speed “accidental” T-bones at the go-karts? Check. The satisfaction of knowing that even if time allowed, the body probably wouldn’t accede to one more day of fun? Check. I love recovering from a good vacatation.
When changing the gear oil in the front differential of a four wheeler, it’s a good idea to use a funnel rather than leave the cap on the bottle until the last second; chances are when you’re trying to squeeze the bottle of gear oil into the correct position, you’ll pop the damn top off and shoot it straight inside said differential. Now I get to tear the whole font end apart to get the stupid thing out. I suppose I won’t be applying for work at Jiffy Lube any time soon.
The good news with Mr. Obama’s latest directives regarding fuel economy and greenhouse emmissions is that at least those who tell us what and how we should live and drive will now have to live by those same standards…inevitable loopholes for the important people notwithstanding.
