The Wind at His Back

Check Hugh Hewitt’s blog for all the Election 2004 links you need to share with friends via email…

Example—this paragraph clipped from today’s posts:

This is where you want to be, and with the wind at his back, Bush’s speech in New Jersey yesterday hit exactly the right notes on the war. It needs to be fought hard and far from our shores, and it cannot be waged by a man who has not supported any war since he began his opposition to Vietnam in 1971. And add to message of resolve on the crucial issue of the election, a sudden unveiling of the real inner Kerry —nasty, willing to punch low, fear mongering on the draft and social security– plus the stories on Democratic voter fraud are adding up up in the public’s mind: the DNC/Kerry-Edwards manual; the rotten registrations done for crack-cocaine in Ohio; the requests for hundreds of thousands of extra ballots in Milwaukee. Americans don’t like cheaters, and the cheating from the Kerry side is getting very obvious.

The blatant voter fraud discovered so far is likely just the tip of the iceberg…

The Wind at His Back

Check Hugh Hewitt’s blog for all the Election 2004 links you need to share with friends via email…

Example—this paragraph clipped from today’s posts:

This is where you want to be, and with the wind at his back, Bush’s speech in New Jersey yesterday hit exactly the right notes on the war. It needs to be fought hard and far from our shores, and it cannot be waged by a man who has not supported any war since he began his opposition to Vietnam in 1971. And add to message of resolve on the crucial issue of the election, a sudden unveiling of the real inner Kerry —nasty, willing to punch low, fear mongering on the draft and social security– plus the stories on Democratic voter fraud are adding up up in the public’s mind: the DNC/Kerry-Edwards manual; the rotten registrations done for crack-cocaine in Ohio; the requests for hundreds of thousands of extra ballots in Milwaukee. Americans don’t like cheaters, and the cheating from the Kerry side is getting very obvious.

The blatant voter fraud discovered so far is likely just the tip of the iceberg…

The Prancing Pony or… “The Breck Girl”?

Oh. Dear. Just go here to watch the Prancing Pony making much ado about… his “do”.

As Slate put it,

“For a guy who’s been known derisively to the Bush crowd as the Breck girl,” observes [Harry] Shearer, vice presidential candidate John Edwards seems “way too interested in his hair.” He tries to straighten it with his fingers. A makeup technician approaches with a comb, but the senator likes it just so and does the combing himself. He signals he’s ready for hair spray by closing his eyes expectantly, like a child. Then Edwards and the technician straighten a little more with their fingers. Please don’t tell me that thing in his hand is a compact. Oh, dear. It is.

The Prancing Pony or… “The Breck Girl”?

Oh. Dear. Just go here to watch the Prancing Pony making much ado about… his “do”.

As Slate put it,

“For a guy who’s been known derisively to the Bush crowd as the Breck girl,” observes [Harry] Shearer, vice presidential candidate John Edwards seems “way too interested in his hair.” He tries to straighten it with his fingers. A makeup technician approaches with a comb, but the senator likes it just so and does the combing himself. He signals he’s ready for hair spray by closing his eyes expectantly, like a child. Then Edwards and the technician straighten a little more with their fingers. Please don’t tell me that thing in his hand is a compact. Oh, dear. It is.

Ph.D.B.S.

Before I get to the point of this post, let me state, contra my considered mode of operation, one credential. Years ago, in fact several years before I finished my B.M., in general agreement with my entire Western Civ class (well, at least there were no dissenters) the profs awarded me an honorary degree: my Ph.D.B.S. (yes, a doctorate in bovine scatology) for my accomplishments in the field of bullshitting. (Well, why not? The class was predominantly discussion of readings and essay exams. An ideal fit for my natural talents.)

Since that day, I have honed my skills in the field through post-doctoral work stroking professors on the way to a couple of other degrees (one, the aforementioned B.M.); stroking bosses who couldn’t find their own buttocks with a map, a flashlight and a guide; talking to politicians in their native tongue; in insurance sales; etc. In fact, it seems every good thing (including bamboozling my wife into marrying me and sticking around) has resulted either from divine intervention or a liberal application of bullshitting.

IOW, I have all the experience I need to recognize bull shit when I hear it.

And that brings me to my point. Jean Fraud sKerry is widely touted by his minions and by mass media podpeople (but I repeat myself, as M.T. said of idiots and congressmen*…) as having a great intellect, of being able to percieve and deal with the complexities of the modern world. But as I listen to sKerry’s “nuanced” comments, all i hear is hot air, liberally punctuated by flat-out lies, as well as less than adoit bullshit.

That’s right. It’s my assertion that not only is sKerry not all that bright but that his dimness is hid from other useful idiots not only by many highly transparent lies but by some rather poor bullshitting.. Good bullshit has an internal consistency that will cause even the most observant person to believe—if only momentarily, or until they check Factcheck.org— that what is being said is at least plausible, instead of, as with sKerry’s pronouncements, resulting in only the most gullible swallowing the whole pig.

And this is yet another thing I find offensive about Monsieur Jean Fraud sKerry: he even gives bullshit a bad rap.

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The M.T. comment mentioned earlier:

*”Suppose you were an idiot. Suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself”. –Mark Twain

Ph.D.B.S.

Before I get to the point of this post, let me state, contra my considered mode of operation, one credential. Years ago, in fact several years before I finished my B.M., in general agreement with my entire Western Civ class (well, at least there were no dissenters) the profs awarded me an honorary degree: my Ph.D.B.S. (yes, a doctorate in bovine scatology) for my accomplishments in the field of bullshitting. (Well, why not? The class was predominantly discussion of readings and essay exams. An ideal fit for my natural talents.)

Since that day, I have honed my skills in the field through post-doctoral work stroking professors on the way to a couple of other degrees (one, the aforementioned B.M.); stroking bosses who couldn’t find their own buttocks with a map, a flashlight and a guide; talking to politicians in their native tongue; in insurance sales; etc. In fact, it seems every good thing (including bamboozling my wife into marrying me and sticking around) has resulted either from divine intervention or a liberal application of bullshitting.

IOW, I have all the experience I need to recognize bull shit when I hear it.

And that brings me to my point. Jean Fraud sKerry is widely touted by his minions and by mass media podpeople (but I repeat myself, as M.T. said of idiots and congressmen*…) as having a great intellect, of being able to percieve and deal with the complexities of the modern world. But as I listen to sKerry’s “nuanced” comments, all i hear is hot air, liberally punctuated by flat-out lies, as well as less than adoit bullshit.

That’s right. It’s my assertion that not only is sKerry not all that bright but that his dimness is hid from other useful idiots not only by many highly transparent lies but by some rather poor bullshitting.. Good bullshit has an internal consistency that will cause even the most observant person to believe—if only momentarily, or until they check Factcheck.org— that what is being said is at least plausible, instead of, as with sKerry’s pronouncements, resulting in only the most gullible swallowing the whole pig.

And this is yet another thing I find offensive about Monsieur Jean Fraud sKerry: he even gives bullshit a bad rap.

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The M.T. comment mentioned earlier:

*”Suppose you were an idiot. Suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself”. –Mark Twain

“Man’s Search for Meaning”

“The meaning of our existence is not invented by ourselves, but rather detected.”–Viktor Frankl

Co-inkydink? Well, on a macro level, of course it was. But to be human is to see patterns, make connections, sometimes where there are none.

So… there I was, reading a novel by Elizabeth Moon, Rules of Engagement, and took, as I sometimes do, a break to get a snack—in this case an almond butter and strawberry jam sandwich— check email, a couple of blogs. One of the blogs lead me to an article by Chris Rose, “Rules of Engagement.”

Connection? Only the titles. But still… The desire to detect patterns, to see meaning in those patterns—even where there may be no pattern, no connection, no meaning—is a very human thing.

“Man’s Search for Meaning”

“The meaning of our existence is not invented by ourselves, but rather detected.”–Viktor Frankl

Co-inkydink? Well, on a macro level, of course it was. But to be human is to see patterns, make connections, sometimes where there are none.

So… there I was, reading a novel by Elizabeth Moon, Rules of Engagement, and took, as I sometimes do, a break to get a snack—in this case an almond butter and strawberry jam sandwich— check email, a couple of blogs. One of the blogs lead me to an article by Chris Rose, “Rules of Engagement.”

Connection? Only the titles. But still… The desire to detect patterns, to see meaning in those patterns—even where there may be no pattern, no connection, no meaning—is a very human thing.