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Saturday, April 26, 2014

Lie Down With Dogs....

It has been incredibly amusing to watch the Cliven Bundy ranch saga blow up in all the right-wing faces who indulged in his nonsense. 

First, why come to this guy's rescue in the first place?  He's just another rich moocher who thinks that public resources exist for private exploitation, and a not particularly smart one, either.  When Gaylord Entertainment came knocking on the Capitol door with hat in hand, they at least had the sense to get the authorities to buy into their scam.

Bundy's been fighting a losing battle for twenty years and it doesn't matter how many gun-toting  Tea-baggers with "Don't Tread On Me" tattoos show up, he's not going to win this one.  Bundy's wrong on the merits, and that matters.

The most amusing part, however, is how many right-wingers leapt to Bundy's aid not only knowing he was wrong on the merits, but also knowing that Bundy is animated by weird, fringe beliefs.  They actually thought this was a recipe for success.  They thought Bundy would actually be useful in their ongoing battle against big government.  They saw no red flags:  not the lost court cases, not the self-interest masquerading as principle. 

I mean, this guy spouts neo-Confederate views on federal authority and they're surprised that he also has neo-Confederate views on race

Shocker....

Friday, April 25, 2014

Facebook Comments I Didn't Write

To my Uncle Jim, who posted a picture of the people who joined his after-work workout:

Registration Day at the Clown College
Something about the picture just made me laugh.  I didn't want to be discouraging though, make them feel all self-conscious, so I convinced myself that it wasn't funny and didn't post it.

To my cousin Denise, who just announced that she found out online that her boyfriend was cheating on her:
Jerry!  Jerry!  Jerry!
This is made funnier by the fact that my cousin Denise was, in fact, once on the Jerry Springer Show.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Another Day in the Neighborhood

Yesterday I was out working in the garden and I heard in the distance what sounded like two firecrackers going off, pop-pop, but there was a quality to the sound that made me think, "That sounds like a gunshot."

A while later, I noticed a helicopter flying around and at first I thought nothing of it.  I live near several hospitals, as well as in the airspace of Buckley Air Force Base, so helicopters in the sky are not an uncommon sight.  Usually, though, they're hauling ass to some destination, the tiny red ones toward the hospital, the big bulky green ones toward the base.

This one was black.  It was in no hurry to go anywhere.  Indeed, it flew in a lazy circle for a while, not really hovering but also not sticking to any established flight plan.  Sometime between when I saw it circling and when it took off, I thought, "Huh, the police must be looking for someone."

It didn't occur to me to connect the sounds I heard with the helicopter until I read about this:
Aurora police are looking for two teenage boys in connection to a shooting that wounded one person in Aurora Monday afternoon.

The shooting occurred near East 16th Avenue and Lansing Street.
That's one block down and two blocks over from the, appropriately named, Ghetto Garden.