The palaver comin’ out of the mouth of the imposter they stuck in his place was the tip off. It’s near what I’d be expectin’ to hear from a right-minded hombre.
Howsomever, the devil is in the details. I do savvy that.
Whether its the tight plotting, the crisp murders, or the lavish clues I do not say, but the siren call of Steyn’s latest mystery thriller had young Bertie W. battling the many-headed throng around purveyors of fine detective novels everywhere to secure my own copy with a grip of steel and carry it out triumphantly over my head like whatsit after the battle of thingummy. The book is gripping stuff. The advance publicity was good, but the half was not told unto me.
On the Right we like to think that President Obama is dragging down the economy with uncertainty. By threatening more spending and more regulation, our story goes, he has frozen capital and stymied entrepeneurship. Put in a President (ours) and a party (ours) that is predictable in not making the business and tax environment worse, and, boom, instant economic sunshine. I think Amity Schlaes, The Forgotten Man, originated the story. As a loyal son of the Right, I, of course, accept that uncertainty about tax increases and regulation increases retards the economy. However . . . (more…)
My father and I sometimes feed on each other’s gloom. A case in point was last night, on the drive back from bucking hay for a single sister, when we started discussing the debt crisis. Would it end in hyper-inflation or default coupled with abrupt austerity or both? (more…)
When in need of some convivial potation to cheer my spirits and restore my bold, confident outlook, I have Jeeves bring me a whiskey-and-VDH, without the VDH.
Can anyone direct me to a turf accountant who is making book on the various budget proposals? The nibs back Feckless Default to win going away, but this sportsman might be willing to take a flyer on a dark horse.
I fixed the budget in less time than it takes me to shave a grizzly with a rusty knife. 10 seconds on a slow day. (more…)
Slash Budget! Mraaggha!
“Which prompts the thought that the Europeans are post-Christian in this sense, too: they have tried to “liberate” themselves from the curse of Adam by substituting borrowing for working, and from the curse of Eve by not having children. It was entirely foreseeable that neither of these efforts would end well.” (more…)
I prefer not to comment.
It came to me yesterday, amidst my busy schedule of plucking the gowans fine and imbibing potations in moderation, whom it was that the American President reminded me of. All in a flash–or in a sudden moment of illumination, if you prefer to put it that way, one of Jeeves’ gags–I saw it all. “Strike me pink, it’s Soapy Sid!”
I only wonder that a normally observant fellow like me missed it for so long. I mean to say, the two of them are practically twins, like wossname, Damocles and Psoriasis.