Archive for 2019

I REALLY SHOULDN’T HAVE TO LINK TO THIS: But evidently there are people these days who really think that the federal government can fund every project that tickles its fancy just by printing up more money. They don’t get the connection between that and inflation. I wonder why they think the federal government has been bothering to tax people all these years if it could have gotten what it needed just by printing more money.

I have one of those one hundred trillion dollar bills from Zimbabwe. It’s a nice reminder of how bad things can get.

BOB MCMANUS: Classroom chaos — de Blasio’s poisonous ‘gift’ to NY kids. “Disorder is endemic in New York classrooms. Teachers and staff complain bitterly to The Post of schoolhouse anarchy; the head of the city teachers’ union is raising alarms — and Schools Chancellor Richard Carranza, ­obsessed as he is with peripheral social issues, once again is out to lunch.”

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HOT SUBCONTINENT CORNER: India between China and Pakistan. A StrategyPage podcast.

OPEN THREAD: ‘Nuff said.

I HOPE IT’S NICER THAN A COROLLA: Japan might get an awesome new Moon rover built by Toyota. This made me think of what a friend wrote me about the base-level rental Corolla her insurance company stuck her with after her sports car was wrecked: “It has new tech that beeps really loud when you don’t put on your seatbelt. Which is helpful because driving a Corolla one does start to lose the will to live.”

I mean, they’re good practical transportation, but when you’re used to a fancy sports car, well. . . .

UPDATE: When one of my colleagues got her car backed into, they gave her a Corolla and her husband called up the insurance company and demanded “a car suitable for a law professor.” They replaced the Corolla with a Dodge Charger hemi.

FRONT RANGE SNOW BOMB: 97MPH gusts reported at the Colorado Springs airport, 40+ sustained winds here on Monument Hill, with 75-85MPH gusts.

And this is our trampoline and the top third of what used to be our tallest tree.

We’re hoping the big one next to it doesn’t take out the master bedroom, or maybe the kitchen or breakfast nook. If the winds don’t die down in the next few hours, Melissa and I will be camping out in the living room tonight.

If you look closely in the background, you can see where our backyard neighbors lost their tallest tree in toto.

SCATTERGUN UPDATE: The Golden Age of Tactical Shotguns. Well, maybe a silver age. It won’t be a true golden age until I can buy a full-auto 10-gauge with a 30-round mag over the counter.

Did I say 10-gauge? I meant 8 gauge.