Jebus, the utter garbage that shows up in my inbox:

Speaking of the candidates, we expect a flurry of Twitter updates
during tonight’s debate between Clinton and Obama — both of whom
have Twitter accounts.

Like either of those megalomaniacs don’t have an intern typing crap in for them.

Celebrities Suffer From Pain, Too

This is one of those things that happen to a society that is quite a long way from that Heirarchy of Needs deal…these fooking fools think fookiing morons need to be informed that Celebrities Feel Pain, Also. Too bad there’s no way to measure how many morons actually might actually feel informed by this…development. Cute girl in the pic tho:

Hooray, America, anyway.

I am not going to call 911 and tell them I’m gonna shoot them. I’ll let somebody else do that if I get killed. If I do the killing, I’ll call them later.
– JD, on alleged, and partly theatrical, vigilantism

Like some dude said today or yesterday, the cops are here to document and solve crimes. When they can, they will, indeed, prevent them. There ain’t enough, though, to prevent them all, and we really don’t want enough. Or I don’t.

…mainly because they inevitably over-reach. Today, I drove to Victoria, TX for a day-long meeting. When I left home at 7:30 am, all the way down the gas prices were 2.99 per gallon for your basic unleaded. On the way back, at 4pm, the gas prices were 3.09 for your basic unleaded.

Now, what could have possibly happened in that intervening 8 hours? Terrorist attack? Death of a major global leader? Steve Jobs announced his retirement from Apple? Well, sorry but pretty much nothing happened. Just someone saying the gas prices might should go up.

I like to think that I’m sensitive to market movements and how they work (dang, am I sensitive these days), but there is simply no way in hell that some jackass Harvard professor gets quoted in the International Herald Tribune and a franchisee in Smiley, TX gets the long pole out to change the price on the tall sign. You can read all the chicken entrails you want in the producer price level, of all goods all across America, going up 1%, and there’s no way in hell that the Smiley Valero gets 3% more per gallon of unleaded the same damn day.

No, that’s what’s called “softening up the dummies” for the big jump come Spring Break. Don’t like it? Tell the little darlings you’re staying home and playing Monopoly this year.* Me, I gotta drive to draw a wage, and you do, too, probably. What you don’t have to do is drive across the state because the kids are off school for a week. Give ‘em a book. Better yet, give ‘em a library card.

* And you and your slow ass will not be in my way when I drive. I have become a horrible leadfoot as I age. I can’t stand not doing 80 or 90 when the freeway’s clear. I thought I’d be one of those right-lane geezers, but no, I’m Richard Petty at Daytona, and it’s kinda surprising. I think I think I’m running out of time.

Something about converting fundies to Democrats. I didn’t read it, just liked the book cover. I’m sure it’s more of the much bally-hooed “framing” chatter with a different name.

Whatever. I guess if you’re a fundamentalist Democrat and you feel the need to convert, then Yay!, you now have a certified-by-Salon guide. If you’re not a fundamentalist AND you’re a Democrat, you’ll probably get your nose poked in.