I actually think McArdle is being pretty mature at taking a risk in writing this articles. Kudos!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, August 17, 2009
Now, Let's Discuss The Farm Bill
Ms. McArdle seems to have found a word combo she likes. And we're not surprised she's gotten her teeth into it & won't let go. A recent comment (Sorry, no further memory. If anyone remembers more, please advise, in best Jonah Goldberg style. Thanks!!) noted her re-use of titles. Trying to disguise it w/ "Dep't. of ..." is an insult to her readers. Department of Surprising Findings
Global warming started with farming. Somehow, it always comes back to agricultural policy.
She's right there. (Two in a row? Whuh? Is she slipping, or am I?) As blathered elsewhere, the reactionary/progressive divide is essentially the differences between the rural & urban mindsets & cultures.
Excuse me, but as I type, Ezra Klein (Of the Washington Post. How's your career, Megan?) has appeared on television.
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Saturday, December 20, 2008
Blessed Relief
I'd give Mighty Megan credit for posting as late as she did yesterday (a Friday) but must offset it w/ the realization it'll be the proverbial light posting next wk., as the crush of consumption crescendos, & we're all re-united w/ family friends.
Fine by me. No vague point, then no counterpoint. No ur-trolling needed. Stay away until mid-January, Ms. McA., then come back & tell us how your mother's retirement fund has been wiped out & she'll be staying w/ you for...Or not. Why wish ill on anyone at this time of festive cheer?
On a personal note, a digital telebision set has been installed in my motel room, so I'll be devoting a lot of time to examining the scores of extra infomercial channels that this modern techno-wonder has brought us, & bringing you a post-holiday (It's not "Christmas," damnit!) sales gift list, a la Megan. (Like hell!)
And if Megan (or anyone else) doesn't cause any more trouble, I may not have to open the laptop & register my displeasure for a while, so, w/ fingers crossed for more off-time, we wish all a cheerful "Bah! Humbug!!" & Solstice Greetings. The days are getting longer.
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Thursday, November 27, 2008
Thanks for Very Little
I am thankful to have the astonishing Ms. McArdle to abuse.
I am thankful she didn't post anything today.
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Friday, October 24, 2008
Sick Sick Sick!
I've been sick myself, but didn't feel it had to be shared w/ the blog-o-sphere.
I'd just like to point out that after a fairly reasonable (& delightfully short) piece by Our Muse concerning Sen. Obama's granny (the white one, who gets nervous when colored gentlemen get near her) the very first comment concerns the Senator's place of birth. Hawai'i? Kenya? Mecca? Mars?
Will she live long enough to shed some light on whether Obama was actually born in the U.S., or in Kenya, as his paternal grandmother has said? By the way, when will Obama produce proof of his American citizenship, as this lawsuit in U.S. District Court requires?Man. I'd be a bit more concerned about McCain's birth in the Canal Zone (or was it Gitmo?) if questioning citzenship is the way to go.
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Thursday, June 19, 2008
From the Muse's Mouth
Either Ms. McM. doesn't actually read here, she hasn't connected Malignant Bouffant w/ M. Bouffant, or she is not quite as evil as all of us here think, as she was kind enough to respond to a question from me in a comprehensible way, & even to e-mail me advising the question had been "Blogged." (Short but sweet.)
OK, I'm easy. Very easy. A spineless puddle of goo. But I can't really disagree w/ her answer. Did expand a bit in the comments, which have already turned into a ninny fest, w/ the usual gang of idiots going on about abstruse legal concepts, & so forth. Pinheads. They claim academics live in an Ivory Tower. It is to laugh.
So cut her a break for about 10 minutes (unless something really dumb appears there, like the stuff just below that brad has kindly Shorterized™©) you misogynist male pigs.
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Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Rooster Ribbing
In its entirety:Thanks to the readers who wanted to know who the least attractive celebrity is that I'd be willing to hook up with. This is a fascinating question, one I had not previously considered. It is not, however, a question that I will answer for public delectation.
Then why even mention it, you big overgrown tease of an econo-blogger ?
In all fairness, I think she may be trying to be funny.
And, there is no such thing as an "unattractive celeb." If someone is a "celeb," there's something going on, even if the beauty isn't traditional. Besides, it's a celebrity!! (The SoCal Mind at work. You saw it here.)
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Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Election Night Jive Blogging
On occasion, when reviewing my own output, I bemoan that I don't turn a simile or metaphor as others do. Although the more I read ( libraries, & the Borders Books Mucus Movies & A Cafe whence I was fired for mentioning that I might kill someone - oh, irony - are swell places for the unhoused to hang, so I've been reading a lot of drivel recently) the less I worry about it. And then I see simile & metaphor like these:
[I]t's like watching a World Poker Tour comprised entirely of librarians drawing to inside straights. At this point, her most likely winning strategy seems to be arranging for Sirhan Sirhan to get out on work-release.Not knowing squat about poker, I assume inside straights are dull. (Librarians aren't. I've been looking at many of them recently, as I mentioned.) But what does the Sirhan Sirhan thing even mean? If The Great McGonigle realizes it's unlikely that SS would be released, how is that Clinton's most likely winning strategy? What. The. Fug.
On a more positive note, this was almost amusing:
The questions no one is askingNot to disagree w/ commenter (here & there) Margalis, but I did agree w/ virtually everything in this post. I'm just willing to take it farther, nihilistically.
Which way did the Amish go?
Is this "aMouseforallSeasons" anonymouse posting under a different name
All in the interest of keeping Megan's comments section from degenerating into a casual conversation based on interesting anecdotes and candid personal observations, y'see.Mouse, if the posts themselves are "based on interesting anecdotes and candid personal observations," why expect more from the commenters?
And read the comments here. They are all over our poor Muse, for the usual inaccuracies, etc. It almost sounded like a plea for public financing of elections. Almost.
That's it for this wk., my fellow Americans. The library's closing, & it's down Westwood Blvd. to the local Borders 'til eviction @ 2300.
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Monday, April 14, 2008
Career Advice from a Guy Who's Typing from the Public Library
Megan gives dating tips; they appear to be helpful. Perhaps if she concentrated more on simply being the world's tallest female blogger & gave up the "econo-" part we here might leave her alone.
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Thursday, April 10, 2008
She does have a heart
You know, this is why insulting people over the internet is kind of, well, shitty,
I emailed Megan about the below fiasco, she replied almost immediately and was very nice. She seemed genuinely concerned. Of course, I'm about .0001% concerned that mousie is actually coming after me, but it's nice to know that if she does, Megan will cooperate with the authorities once they find my bloated, cheese stuffed body.
She gets a bye for the day!
Thanks, Megan!
Oh, and apparently, Mousie is a she
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