- Junior High Civics on the Electoral College
- You’re so lame
- Stay, Marco, stay!
- Garbage-can literature
- National Right to Life (sigh!) endorses Trump
- Landmark political day
Imperfect, but wise. (H/T Chad Starnes on Facebook)
Maybe the wickedest song ever was Carly Simon’s You’re So Vain. How do you counter it if it’s aimed at you?
The Babylon Bee now has that song’s satirical equal: Jesus Never Said ANYTHING About Felony Home Invasion. It is written with perfect pitch and anyone who objects that the comparison is unfair gets a well-deserved “Comparison to what? You think the shoe fits?”
[T]here’s some tension between being a good senator and a good presidential candidate. Barack Obama, Ted Cruz, and Marco Rubio all accomplished virtually nothing as senators because they saw the Senate as little more than a step to the White House. Out of the class of Tea Party senators from the previous cycles — Cruz, Rubio, Rand Paul, and Mike Lee — it’s telling that the one with the most impressive record, Lee, is also the one who has made clear he has no intentions of ever running for president. Working from the Senate while calculating every move with the presidency in mind stymies the sort of deal-making and position-taking that allows successful legislation to be passed.
For example, even though he’s been on every side of the immigration issue, I would bet that in his heart of hearts, Rubio believes the best thing for immigration in America is to pass comprehensive legislation that includes a path to citizenship and/or legalization for a significant number of undocumented immigrants, stronger immigration enforcement, and a Canada- or Australia-style points-based skills immigration system. That’s a defensible and laudable position. Maybe as a senator he can finally get that bill passed by the Senate by Speaker Ryan (or Speaker Wasserman Schultz) and signed by President Clinton.
It’s time to settle down. Marco Rubio can be a great senator. Or he can run for president. But he can’t do both.
Eavesdroppers are welcome to heed the advice, too.
Thanks for your letter. Tell your teacher that, though she may be right about my stories, there are some fifty million people in the world who will not agree with her, which is fortunate for me, since even writers of garbage-can literature must eat.
(Edgar Rice Burroughs) For the rest of the short story, go here.
Add to the list of things I hate about 2016: National Pro-Life Group Supports Donald Trump, Hillary Clinton a Pro-Abortion Extremist.
There’s been plenty of foreshadowing that this might come.
My sadness mostly comes from my recollection that the Right to Life political action committees, when I was involved, had a rule, at least on paper, that they wouldn’t endorse solely on the basis of the abortion issue if the candidate was not “credible” or something along those lines. To paraphrase Slick Willy, I guess it depends on what your definition of “credible” is. (Mine, at least for this election.)
As Mrs. Tipsy says, “well, what else are they gonna do?”
I have made my first contribution of the year to a major-party candidate for national office. The candidate is one who I have not yet learned is a crook. For that matter, the opponent probably isn’t a crook, either, but there’s a nontrivial question about whether he is a resident of the state.
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“In learning as in traveling and, of course, in lovemaking, all the charm lies in not coming too quickly to the point, but in meandering around for a while.” (Eva Brann)