Showing posts with label redirection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label redirection. Show all posts

Things we talked about here over the weekend.

If a retired Supreme Court Justice is going to publish an essay in a classy literary tabloid, he should do better than this.

If an erudite Kenyan goes on a lesser Sunday talking heads show, he needs to call bullshit.

Don't let your bleeding heart bleed for geese.

And by "bleeding heart," I mean Dane County (as in Madison), but you Danes (as in Denmark) have problems of your own, even if that bleeding-heart radio organization thinks you are the exemplars of happiness.

Black Friday shopping links for Althouse-tested items.

I'm a snob about what I'll drink but I defend your right to drink what the government is prying from your numb, shaky hands.

Irradiating irrationality.

Oh, those young people, so irony-oriented and lameness-avoidant... how it hurt to fall in love with Obama!

If you want respect, don't demand it from teenagers.

This is the time... this is the moment... for pie!

I know it's late for this.

But it's still February at least, and this met my quick and dirty test for what is bloggable: I laughed a lot.

What should Obama say about last night's election?

How about:
"We won't agree on every issue... But we do agree that we love America equally, that we're concerned about the future of this country, and that we will do our very best to address big problems... The American people expect us to rise above partisan differences, and my administration will do its part...."

There are "certain girls"... apparently including me...

... see comment #1... who make women writers feel... hmmm... what's that all about?
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