February 8, 2008We Are All in AgreementThe Republican Party may have left me, but I think we can all agree that we do not want these people in the White House....again:
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But Perry Eidelbus thinks:
Aw, why not? They've been in Chappaqua (not far from me) a while, and it's time they went furniture shopping again... Posted by: Perry Eidelbus at February 11, 2008 12:45 PMOctober 21, 2007Another Day, Another DebateAnother day, another debate. But it had this nugget, which NRO's Jim Geraghty calls "the best line of the campaign so far." "Hillary tried to get a million dollars for the Woodstock museum. I understand it was a major cultural and pharmaceutical event. I couldn't attend. I was tied up at the time." F*ck yeah, that's a good line.
Posted by AlexC at 11:34 PM
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But jk thinks:
I TiVoed the debate so I could flip between the ALCS game seven and the Broncos-Steelers. My recorder has two tuners, and this is the first time in the history of TV that there have been three good things on at once. It is a great line and Senator McCain's appearance of FOXNews Sunday in the empty debate hall was very good as well. October 19, 2007Dirty Hippie
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But AlexC thinks:
I would have turned the fire hoses on you my friend. Posted by: AlexC at October 19, 2007 7:50 PM
But johngalt thinks:
But he's such a happy looking fellow! None of that black armband anarchy bulls**t. Not that I'd have picked him up hitchhiking or anything... Posted by: johngalt at October 23, 2007 2:42 PMOctober 10, 2007Electromechanical SpyingWhen hippies get together you can bet your bong there are going to be drugs on hand. Vanessa Alarcon saw them while working at an antiwar rally in Lafayette Square last month. When you believe that a neo-con cabal stole an election; plotted the destruction of four planes, three buildings and three thousand of it's own citizens; lied through their teeth to go to war for corporate profits and petroleum products, you too can believe that there is an agency in the US Government that sent flying bugs to spy on you and your birkenstocked hairy legs. Frankly, I'm shocked I read that in the Washington Post.
Posted by AlexC at 12:16 AM
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But jk thinks:
I love this myth of repression. The antiwar protestors want to think themselves brave because the government is cracking down so hard on them. That one professor's luggage was delayed by the evil neocon cabal, but has it occurred to anybody that there are no other incidents of dissent stifling? And doesn't everybody know that a good, solid tinfoil hat is the best repellant for government spy bugs. Geeesh. July 5, 2007I See a Thompson-Nugent TicketI'm still supporting Hizzoner. But if Fred Thompson were to declare that The Motor City Madman will be his running mate and that their administration would put an end to the hippie scourge once and for all, I would take a long look. Ted Nugent wrote a guest editorial last week in the Wall Street Journal. It was put on the free site yesterday. Nugent says the "Summer of Love" should be known as "The Summer of Drugs." He mourns the loss, to drugs, of great musicians like Hendrix and Joplin and he details his troubles being straight through his long career. Forty years ago hordes of stoned, dirty, stinky hippies converged on San Francisco to "turn on, tune in, and drop out," which was the calling card of LSD proponent Timothy Leary. Turned off by the work ethic and productive American Dream values of their parents, hippies instead opted for a cowardly, irresponsible lifestyle of random sex, life-destroying drugs and mostly soulless rock music that flourished in San Francisco. I love Nugent's stance on guns better than I ever actually liked his music. Nor was my youth as clean and perfect as his. But he is in a good position to scold those who want to glorify the 1960s. Nugent salutes the civil rights movement but doesn't want to celebrate too much else. There is a saying that if you can remember the 1960s, you were not there. I was there and remember the decade in vivid, ugly detail. I remember its toxic underbelly excess because I was caught in the vortex of the music revolution that was sweeping the country, and because my radar was fine-tuned thanks to a clean and sober lifestyle.
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But johngalt thinks:
Excellent. I'm a WSJ subscriber but I hadn't seen this. Ted's acknowledgement that "some burned-out hippies never learn" is timely in the wake of Boulder High School's student seminar condoning, nae, ENCOURAGING, "a cowardly lifestyle of random sex, life-destroying drugs and mostly soulless rock music." I wouldn't say this still "flourishes" in Boulder, Colorado (except perhaps for the soulless rock music) but there are clearly many in positions of authority who want it to. Posted by: johngalt at July 8, 2007 11:29 AMFebruary 1, 2007Dirty HippiesA perfect example of "dirty hippies". Here are the two knuckleheads that shut down Boston.
Advised not to speak to the media about their "ad campaign." They held a press conference outside of the courthouse. How much bong water did these guys drink? I'm almost rooting for them to go to jail.
Posted by AlexC at 1:47 PM
October 21, 2006IntrospectionSister Toldjah writes about something I've been saying for a while.
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October 19, 2006Raising A Nation of SissiesWhat have we come to?
Recess is "a time when accidents can happen," said Willett Elementary School Principal Gaylene Heppe, who approved the ban. While there is no districtwide ban on contact sports during recess, local rules have been cropping up. Several school administrators around Attleboro, a city of about 45,000 residents, took aim at dodgeball a few years ago, saying it was exclusionary and dangerous. In 1985, in third grade, I had the stereotypical hippie teacher. This guy voted for Mondale, Carter twice as well as McGovern. We had a fight club, before fight clubs were cool. Everyday, we'd be out there beating on each other. Eventually the older kids started showing up. Our hippie teacher knew we had a fight club. I remember him telling another teacher, "those boys go out there an roughhouse!" but we were never "shutdown." We even had a firepole on the playground. More than one kid broke their arm. I'm sure it's gone now. How times have changed. I say to Gaylene Heppe, driving is when accidents happen too. Are you walking to school?
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