I had dijon mustard on my sandwich for lunch, and it was delicious. I also felt a strange urge to read Chomsky afterwards.
An enigma wrapped inside a riddle, shrouded in an American flag
Modern conservatism is nothing if not self-contradictory. It stands athwart history yelling “stop”, but it would never interfere with the free market forces that drive history. It worships Burke and Oakeshott, but it distrusts anyone who’s read a non-Regenery book in the past year. It believes that Ivy League pedigree is a true mark of distinction, but finds that everyone at an Ivy League school — except Robert George and Harvey Mansfield — is a pinko commie. It rejects science and polling, but believes that a few surveys are all it takes to prove that feminism is a failure.
None of this is surprising. In fact, it is exactly what you would expect from the love-child of William F. Buckely and John Birch.
But it can make for an incoherent message. Part of the reason Republican attacks on Obama haven’t worked is that they alternate between describing Obama as an arugula-loving, elitist mastermind who will lead us to commusociafascism and as a watermelon-eating nitwit who will unwittingly cede our sovereignty to North Korea.
I think the same thing is happening with Sonia Sotomayor. They can’t even decide whether to make fun of her for eating Puerto Rican food or to paint her as a fancy-pants who only pretends to like it. It reminds me a bit of the mother-sister scene from “Chinatown”: she’s an elitist, no, she’s a wetback, she’s an elitist, no she’s a wetback. SHE’S AN ELITIST AND A WETBACK!
It’s hard to see how this is going to work.
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Looked a lot like Che Guevara
Still not the J-Lo comparison, I’ve been hoping for, but it’s a start, from Powerline (via the Opinionator):
Che Guevara in robes.
I just met a girl named Maria
It’s not the J-Lo comparison I was hoping for but it’s a start, from Huckabee (Ben Smith via Atrios):
The appointment of Maria Sotomayor for the Supreme Court is the clearest indication yet that President Obama’s campaign promises to be a centrist and think in a bipartisan way were mere rhetoric. Sotomayor comes from the far left and will likely leave us with something akin to the “Extreme Court” that could mark a major shift. The notion that appellate court decisions are to be interpreted by the “feelings” of the judge is a direct affront of the basic premise of our judicial system that is supposed to apply the law without personal emotion. If she is confirmed, then we need to take the blindfold off Lady Justice.—
Open Thread
Sunday Night Open Thread
Saw this on the way to the greenhouse and knew it needed to be recorded for posterity:
The friend I was with claims that these are actually quite popular and actually have more to do with knitting than eating tasty meat.
Got to the greenhouse and could not make a decision. I put in mint, catnip, two types of basil, sage, rosemary, thyme, lemon balm (by request!), parsley, oregano, and cilantro at the garden at my brother’s house, but I was going to put in a planter at the apartment, yet when I got there I could not make up my mind. Should I just grow some basil and sage and thyme and parsely and cilantro at home, since I will use those most and it would be convenient, or should I grow stuff I don’t have growing that might have different light needs and would be higher maintenance at the apartment, since I can move the planter? I need some lavender, too.
Your thoughts?
Also, I rented the first four episodes of Chuck.
TunchCam 5: Bitching and Bathing
Just got home from getting the garden in and was sitting down cooling off in the AC before I took a shower, and you know who came into the room, sat down on the futon, and started to make a ruckus. So, thinking on my feet, I started filming:
It might be hard to hear because the central air and the HEPA were running, but if you listen you can hear him purring the entire time (it gets really loud at the end), and every now and then letting out one of his patented shrill meow/purrs. He can make that noise at will for HOURS ON END while trying to slowly drive me insane. It is one of the many reasons I think he has some Siamese or something in his blood, because he talks and chirps so much. I have to admit, too- I will always want a cat that talks in the future. He also is one of the loudest purring cats, ever. I can hear him purring from another room.
Speaking of the garden, I did a crappy job planning. I bought about a dozen too many plants, so I had to pick up a couple pots and am just going to grow them on the porch. Could have saved money by just chucking the plants, but what the heck- can never have too many fresh peppers and tomatoes.
I gotta get some work done and then go walking. I’ll be back later- you all behave.