If memory serves, Hillary's husband held a somewhat higher office than Scooter Libby, yet committed a more serious crime.
How much probation time did he spend, again?
Oh, right, none. He got only a fraction of the sentence that Libby got.
Justice might be blind, but Hillary Clinton must have Alzheimer's if she can't remember her husband's conviction for lying under oath.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Monday, July 2, 2007
Barack Obama is a bad person
Scooter Libby wasn't pardoned today. Scooter Libby - someone I don't much care for, btw - had his sentence commuted by the President. It was a sentence that only savages on the left would deem fair. Two and a half years in jail, plus $250,000, plus several years of probation. This was significantly more than the prosecutor asked for, and far more than is the norm - even for a public official. Moreover, he was denied freedom during his appeals, which is highly unusual.
The sentence was, in short, vindictive. It was mean spirited, particularly given the fact that Libby's lies were actually lies of pride and not lies covering up a crime. He's a fool, I'll grant you. I'll even grant you that his foolish pride has, indeed, made him a criminal. He deserves to be punished, but this sentence makes you wonder if Judge Walton's pride isn't worse. If only we could punish him, as well... but I digress.
George Bush's commutation was, by any reasonable measure, nothing more than righting a wrong. He didn't declare Libby innocent by setting aside the sentence. He's still requiring Libby to pay a quarter of a million dollars and serve probation. Libby has forfeited his career, and any aspirations he might have had for a public career beyond being the manservent to Dick Cheney are gone.
He committed a dumb crime, and he is paying big time. But at least he's not being used as a whipping post.
To Barack Obama, however, this is a great injustice. To Obama, Libby's sentence was appropriate. He is now on the record as saying this, and let the record stand.
Let this stand right beside it: Anyone who supports a martinet is a martinet-wannabe, and is not worthy of anything more than contempt. Thus I find Barack Obama. A small man, with a pitiful sense of justice.
His faith was hijacked? By whom, Satan?
The sentence was, in short, vindictive. It was mean spirited, particularly given the fact that Libby's lies were actually lies of pride and not lies covering up a crime. He's a fool, I'll grant you. I'll even grant you that his foolish pride has, indeed, made him a criminal. He deserves to be punished, but this sentence makes you wonder if Judge Walton's pride isn't worse. If only we could punish him, as well... but I digress.
George Bush's commutation was, by any reasonable measure, nothing more than righting a wrong. He didn't declare Libby innocent by setting aside the sentence. He's still requiring Libby to pay a quarter of a million dollars and serve probation. Libby has forfeited his career, and any aspirations he might have had for a public career beyond being the manservent to Dick Cheney are gone.
He committed a dumb crime, and he is paying big time. But at least he's not being used as a whipping post.
To Barack Obama, however, this is a great injustice. To Obama, Libby's sentence was appropriate. He is now on the record as saying this, and let the record stand.
Let this stand right beside it: Anyone who supports a martinet is a martinet-wannabe, and is not worthy of anything more than contempt. Thus I find Barack Obama. A small man, with a pitiful sense of justice.
His faith was hijacked? By whom, Satan?
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Nancy Pelosi, Professional Crybaby
OK, Nancy, you said you wanted control of Congress and you got it. You got the House; you got the Senate. You control the debate, you control the tenor. You can stop legislation cold, if you'd like.
And you've had it for six months. That's 25% of a Congress' life, Nance, just in case you were wondering.
And you have accomplished?
Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
You know it; we know it. Everyone knows it.
And, as it says right there on your script, we all know whose fault this is: it's yours. Oh, I'm sorry, you'd gouge out your own eyes before you'd admit that. It's THE REPUBLICANS.
Yes, those pesky Republicans just won't roll over and play dead, now will they? And how could you have possibly anticipated THAT when you made your promises, right? I mean, we all expected the Democrats to take 7,000 of the seats in the house, and 1,400 of the seats in the Senate. We were going to have to build an Annex to the chambers that would dwarf the Mall of America, just to give you the power that you need to...
To what? What is it, again, that this shrill crybaby wants to do?
Oh, right: Get Off On Power.
You asked for power and you got it, Madame Speaker. Now shut your whining yap and either use it, or give it up.
WHAT a loser...
And you've had it for six months. That's 25% of a Congress' life, Nance, just in case you were wondering.
And you have accomplished?
Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
You know it; we know it. Everyone knows it.
And, as it says right there on your script, we all know whose fault this is: it's yours. Oh, I'm sorry, you'd gouge out your own eyes before you'd admit that. It's THE REPUBLICANS.
Yes, those pesky Republicans just won't roll over and play dead, now will they? And how could you have possibly anticipated THAT when you made your promises, right? I mean, we all expected the Democrats to take 7,000 of the seats in the house, and 1,400 of the seats in the Senate. We were going to have to build an Annex to the chambers that would dwarf the Mall of America, just to give you the power that you need to...
To what? What is it, again, that this shrill crybaby wants to do?
Oh, right: Get Off On Power.
You asked for power and you got it, Madame Speaker. Now shut your whining yap and either use it, or give it up.
WHAT a loser...
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Obama's Faith Was Hijacked!
Barack Obama claims that his faith was hijacked. That's what he said. I'm just repeating what he said.
I am curious, though... after the hijackers took over his faith, did they fly it into any buildings?
That seems to be what hijackers do. I'm just saying...
I am curious, though... after the hijackers took over his faith, did they fly it into any buildings?
That seems to be what hijackers do. I'm just saying...
Some thoughts on God
Energy and matter are two forms of the same thing. Most people don't think much about that, but that's because most people are idiots.
Matter and energy are one and the same. Two different forms of the exact same thing. Interchangeable.
Isaac Newton is the first person I know of to have had this thought, back in the early 18th Century. It, amongst the many other amazing thoughts he had, led him to the same conclusion it leads me to: there is simply no way that this can be an accident.
There is simply no way that the Bible can open with a "myth," as the loonies call it, that essentially describes the conversion of energy to matter - an insanely improbable concept even today - and not be Divine.
Remember, this thought is still bigger than most people care to think about, even in this "enlightened age" of ours. You can hear all about Britney Spears or Lindsay Lohan or Paris Hilton, but when's the last time you heard Couric or O'Reilly say "hey, you know, this matter to energy thing is really the most amazing reality in the universe. What does it mean?"
In and of itself, I think only a fool wouldn't see the Divine in it. I mean, how could this possibly be, without the hand of God?
But, let's allow for the doubters. Let's allow the "hey, that's just the way it is... it's 'nature'" people. Matter and energy can be converted, just by chance.
If you've ever taken any chemistry at all, you quickly learn that the math involved in converting moles and such can be daunting. "Elegant" is hardly a word you'd use. The SMILE formulae for most organic compounds are kludgey, with their elegance hidden.
And physics? Just to calculate the forces that a flag puts on a wall-mounted flagpole will require you to deal with good'ol geometry. Sines, cosines, the works.
But consider this: E = mc2 (squared)
Not even a hint of SOHCAHTOA in that one. No deltas, square roots, or even parentheses.
It might have taken the greatest minds to ever walk the planet to discover this relationship - and that's what it was, a discovery, not an invention - but the relationship itself is freakishly direct. A sixth grader can do the math. If you tell a sixth grader how much a dime weighs and tell her that you can find the value of c on Google, she can tell you how much energy that dime contains.
She can't tell you what force that flagpole is exerting on the bolts. She can't tell you how many BTU's you get by burning a liter of acetone.
YOU CAN'T EVEN CONVERT A TEMPERATURE FROM CELSIUS TO FAHRENHEIT as simply as this.
Energy and matter aren't only one and the same thing; their relationship is absurdly simple. There is no plausible "natural" reason for that. There is no "natural" reason why energy and matter have to be related by nothing more than the square of the speed of light. Matter could be related to energy via an absolutely byzantine equation that made cryptology appear simple in comparison, and still be the most amazing relationship in the universe.
But it's not. It is related only via a constant: the squared speed of light.
At what point do you have to accept that God is beating you over the head with the evidence that he exists? What does it take for you to step away from your pride and realize that God not only exists, but he has built a universe for you to explore?
Our creations really are filthy rags. We pride ourselves on our technological achievements, such as the internet. God points to handiwork such as the conversion of energy and matter, parallel universes, time-space... and we ignore it in the same way that our dogs ignore the wonder of our televisions. It is simply beyond their capacity to even notice, let alone understand.
Once in awhile you'll find a really, really smart dog that watches TV. That's Einstein and Newton and Fermi, etc. They had the brains to notice the universe. But, like dogs, the rest of us are only interested in the next time we get our tummies rubbed, our mouths fed, and our feeble minds entertained by having the same stick thrown again and again and again.
People are insulted by the concept that they are nothing compared to God, and that they should be thankful each and every moment. That's Pride, and I suffer it as much as the next person.
But that just makes me as foolish as you. It's not a contest we should want to win.
Energy = matter's mass times the speed of light squared. Nothing more complicated than that.
If you can't see God in them, then you win: you're a bigger fool than even I am.
Matter and energy are one and the same. Two different forms of the exact same thing. Interchangeable.
Isaac Newton is the first person I know of to have had this thought, back in the early 18th Century. It, amongst the many other amazing thoughts he had, led him to the same conclusion it leads me to: there is simply no way that this can be an accident.
There is simply no way that the Bible can open with a "myth," as the loonies call it, that essentially describes the conversion of energy to matter - an insanely improbable concept even today - and not be Divine.
Remember, this thought is still bigger than most people care to think about, even in this "enlightened age" of ours. You can hear all about Britney Spears or Lindsay Lohan or Paris Hilton, but when's the last time you heard Couric or O'Reilly say "hey, you know, this matter to energy thing is really the most amazing reality in the universe. What does it mean?"
In and of itself, I think only a fool wouldn't see the Divine in it. I mean, how could this possibly be, without the hand of God?
But, let's allow for the doubters. Let's allow the "hey, that's just the way it is... it's 'nature'" people. Matter and energy can be converted, just by chance.
If you've ever taken any chemistry at all, you quickly learn that the math involved in converting moles and such can be daunting. "Elegant" is hardly a word you'd use. The SMILE formulae for most organic compounds are kludgey, with their elegance hidden.
And physics? Just to calculate the forces that a flag puts on a wall-mounted flagpole will require you to deal with good'ol geometry. Sines, cosines, the works.
But consider this: E = mc2 (squared)
Not even a hint of SOHCAHTOA in that one. No deltas, square roots, or even parentheses.
It might have taken the greatest minds to ever walk the planet to discover this relationship - and that's what it was, a discovery, not an invention - but the relationship itself is freakishly direct. A sixth grader can do the math. If you tell a sixth grader how much a dime weighs and tell her that you can find the value of c on Google, she can tell you how much energy that dime contains.
She can't tell you what force that flagpole is exerting on the bolts. She can't tell you how many BTU's you get by burning a liter of acetone.
YOU CAN'T EVEN CONVERT A TEMPERATURE FROM CELSIUS TO FAHRENHEIT as simply as this.
Energy and matter aren't only one and the same thing; their relationship is absurdly simple. There is no plausible "natural" reason for that. There is no "natural" reason why energy and matter have to be related by nothing more than the square of the speed of light. Matter could be related to energy via an absolutely byzantine equation that made cryptology appear simple in comparison, and still be the most amazing relationship in the universe.
But it's not. It is related only via a constant: the squared speed of light.
At what point do you have to accept that God is beating you over the head with the evidence that he exists? What does it take for you to step away from your pride and realize that God not only exists, but he has built a universe for you to explore?
Our creations really are filthy rags. We pride ourselves on our technological achievements, such as the internet. God points to handiwork such as the conversion of energy and matter, parallel universes, time-space... and we ignore it in the same way that our dogs ignore the wonder of our televisions. It is simply beyond their capacity to even notice, let alone understand.
Once in awhile you'll find a really, really smart dog that watches TV. That's Einstein and Newton and Fermi, etc. They had the brains to notice the universe. But, like dogs, the rest of us are only interested in the next time we get our tummies rubbed, our mouths fed, and our feeble minds entertained by having the same stick thrown again and again and again.
People are insulted by the concept that they are nothing compared to God, and that they should be thankful each and every moment. That's Pride, and I suffer it as much as the next person.
But that just makes me as foolish as you. It's not a contest we should want to win.
Energy = matter's mass times the speed of light squared. Nothing more complicated than that.
If you can't see God in them, then you win: you're a bigger fool than even I am.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Zip Wax
I love Zip Wax. That's right, the stuff from Turtle Wax that you can buy from Wal Mart for about 10 cents a gallon.
You want your car to not shine, but *glow?* Wash it with Zip Wax five Saturdays in a row. No exceptions, do it for five Saturdays and people will start to ask you "what do you do to keep your car that shiny?"
I have used Mother's Carnauba and it takes the paint off of your car over time. I have used paste waxes and they leave nasty white lines that you have to remove with toothpicks and dental devices. I've used it all, gang.
At the end of the day, the best thing you can do to your car is wash it every Saturday with Zip Wax. It's amazing. Zip Wax, and then dry the windows with a squeegee, and the hood/roof/trunk with a regular clean towel. That's all you need, and the car looks amazing.
When it rains your car has the tiniest beads in the parking lot. There have been times I've come out to my car from work and it's the only wet car in the lot - wet from a shower that happened at 2:00PM, but all of the other cars didn't have the beading to keep the water on their car. Their dull finishes just absorbed it...
And, yeah, I know it's silicone. So what?
There is nothing like Zip Wax. It's unbelievable...
You want your car to not shine, but *glow?* Wash it with Zip Wax five Saturdays in a row. No exceptions, do it for five Saturdays and people will start to ask you "what do you do to keep your car that shiny?"
I have used Mother's Carnauba and it takes the paint off of your car over time. I have used paste waxes and they leave nasty white lines that you have to remove with toothpicks and dental devices. I've used it all, gang.
At the end of the day, the best thing you can do to your car is wash it every Saturday with Zip Wax. It's amazing. Zip Wax, and then dry the windows with a squeegee, and the hood/roof/trunk with a regular clean towel. That's all you need, and the car looks amazing.
When it rains your car has the tiniest beads in the parking lot. There have been times I've come out to my car from work and it's the only wet car in the lot - wet from a shower that happened at 2:00PM, but all of the other cars didn't have the beading to keep the water on their car. Their dull finishes just absorbed it...
And, yeah, I know it's silicone. So what?
There is nothing like Zip Wax. It's unbelievable...
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Welcome
Welcome to Red State NJ, a small group of hold-outs in an otherwise insanely blue zone.
But, like the Rebels had their Luke, we have our own secret Jedi.
His name is Fred.
Run Fred, RUN!
But, like the Rebels had their Luke, we have our own secret Jedi.
His name is Fred.
Run Fred, RUN!
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