i can respect disagreements on what is appropriate re matters of state. but not so much the cheap mockery of those citizens and their elected representatives who have serious constitutional qualms regarding the game changing, deficit inducing matters presently at hand. not to mention, as Amity Shlaes has so wisely observed, that the secret to having a depression go on for a long time is to continue to change the rules. presidential behavior? you decide.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, November 13, 2008
more intolerance from the tolerant left, this time among the ranks of school kids - learn ‘em young!
similar tolerance exhibited in the art world , no surprise there. a gay acquaintance argued that free speech doesn’t prevent consequences, and while i agree there, i pointed out that if the information of ‘no on 8′ donors was publicized and persecution and firings resulted, it is more than doubtful that gay activists would similarly defend such workplace reprisals.
the intimidation factor has been concentrated at protests by ‘no on 8′ activists held outside of California churches, including this one where a woman carrying a cross has it ripped out of her hand and trampled, while surrounded by an angry mob who reportedly spit on her.
and finally what does 70% of black Californians voting to keep marriage between a man and a woman say to the ubiquitous claim that this is a civil rights issue?
Monday, October 27, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Many people at the time of the American founding would have preferred a world without slavery but nonetheless opposed abolition. Such people - Thomas Jefferson was one - reasoned that, given the world as it was, with slavery woven into the fabric of society just as it had often been throughout history, the economic consequences of abolition for society as a whole and for owners of plantations and other businesses that relied on slave labor would be dire. Many people who argued in this way were not monsters but honest and sincere, albeit profoundly mistaken. Some (though not Jefferson) showed their personal opposition to slavery by declining to own slaves themselves or freeing slaves whom they had purchased or inherited. They certainly didn’t think anyone should be forced to own slaves. Still, they maintained that slavery should remain a legally permitted option and be given constitutional protection.
Would we describe such people, not as pro-slavery, but as “pro-choice”? Of course we would not. It wouldn’t matter to us that they were “personally opposed” to slavery, or that they wished that slavery were “unnecessary,” or that they wouldn’t dream of forcing anyone to own slaves. We would hoot at the faux sophistication of a placard that said “Against slavery? Don’t own one.” We would observe that the fundamental divide is between people who believe that law and public power should permit slavery, and those who think that owning slaves is an unjust choice that should be prohibited.
keep reading Obama’s Abortion Extremism
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
In the relatively short life of my coffeehouse-pipe-dream’s inching itself towards reality, today was a pretty big day. After a promising meeting with some folks who know who and what I need to know, I went around to some of the newer coffeehouses in the city, to take pictures, check out their equipment, and test out the quality of their espresso. I ended my mass caffeinated sampling at one of my longtime favorites, not for their stellar espresso but for the comforting Victorian architecture with its spacious smoking decks, punk-rock-burned-out-hippy-patchouli-saturated-Santa-Cruz-at-its-weirdest/most-predictable patrons, and cheap local pints. Basically it’s just a great place to sit and write, tune out or listen in as the mood strikes you. Picked out a nook on the edge of a crowded deck, and as I began to compile my notes from the meeting, the thought struck how the crowd around me was just the kind I had originally pictured wanting to reach when first mulling around the idea a decade ago. But as I zeroed in on the closest conversation to me, a small bedraggled group of punkish tweens loitering on the other side of the latticed street corner, the absence of content to anything they were saying stirred up a doubt that there was much of anything to reach out to in such 21st century “rebels”. Moments after thinking this, one of the kids grabbed at a rosary around a girl’s neck, asking if she knew the prayers that are supposed to be said on its beads. “No,” she answered, “what, do you?” “Yeah, yeah, it’s, um, Hail Mary… Hail Mary full of grace… wait, what is it, I KNOW this…” After a few more stops and starts I bent towards them and prayed a Hail Mary out loud, with a good natured smile meeting their surprised sober attention, after which the kid power fisted me with a mile wide grin and said, “DOOOD, you just schooled me, that’s it!!!”