Why I surf

Although I'm more interested in the car....

Is any story real? Do we simply live in a floating world of mirrors?

Sex-slave crusader ousted from foundation as her tale crumbles

I hate to say that I thought her poetry blew, so I won't

I'll let this guy do it:

Once everybody realized that Maya looked interesting and had a memorable delivery and that she was black, her insights into the beauty of the sun, and the sincerity of love, and the fact that time keeps on ticking ticking into the future were held in Emerson like regard. She quickly became a politically correct national treasure. You couldn’t have a graduation or Olympics or Presidential gala without Maya Angelou Captain Kirking some free verse ripped straight from the wisdom of a middle school girl who makes daisy necklaces and pencils hearts in her journal.

Murder as "Rorschach Test"

Rare is the case in which one can directly blame the acts of madmen on the particular cultural influences that they have appropriated. Words do not pull triggers;people do. As the Southern Poverty Law Center was not to blame for the shooting at the Family Research Council and Sarah Palin was not to blame for the attack on Gabby Giffords, no recriminations are due for Judd Apatow comedies,” “pathological white masculinity,” or “liberal Hollywood.” Unless we wipe out civil society, there will always be influences, urges, and upsets. John Lennon’s killer was obsessed with J. D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye, and to such an extent that he pretended to be its protagonist and, once he had committed his grisly execution, he stood and read the book until the police arrived. Charles Manson was so captivated by the music of The Beatles that he believed their lyrics contained messages for him, and took to writing out phrases in his victims’ blood. This latest shooter was a fan of Cenk Uygur, a onetime MSNBC host and leading progressive on YouTube. What does this all mean? Nothing much at all, I’m afraid.

The 6 Lamest Excuses For Failure From The Obama Administration

My fave has to be: "Shut up, racist."

Rachel Carson was a fraud

And Google wants us to worship her today.

Rachel Carson's Deadly Fantasies

Today's Scruton

"You will again see language used as it was used by the Communists, not to describe reality, but to subdue reality to a ruling purpose"

If words were weapons, this would be Antietam

Egotistic, attention starved, solipsistic, passive aggressive, perpetually aggrieved, and unwilling to change when posing as a martyr feels so damn good… there’s your new American manlet, same as your new American woman.

Traveling east on US 50

I may lose my mind, but I've always wanted to take this road.  Now, as long as the truck doesn't break down.

Well, at least it gave some chubby guy another chance to stand in front of TV cameras, so it's not a complete tragedy, is it?

Once again, though, liberals are denied the holy grail of mass murderers–a conservative perpetrator, preferably a follower of the Tea Party. Rodger, like most of the others, was a devoted liberal. He followed the Young Turks on YouTube, a far-left group led by a goof named Cenk Uygur who once was an MSNBC host. So, foiled once again, liberals can make only their broader propaganda points.

Michael Moore deserves to be singled out for special condemnation.

and this piquant observation:

"Beyond that, some might argue that Rodger was a prototypical liberal male, only carried to a pathological extreme. Consider the profile: socially awkward, convinced of his own brilliance but not notably successful in life, hungry for revenge against those who have done better despite their obvious inferiority, eager to gain power over others, but through political influence rather than firearms–is this not a typical liberal on Twitter, or elsewhere on the internet? Or, for that matter, in the Obama administration? Isn’t state power the legal path to the long-awaited revenge of the liberal nerds? This strikes me as a plausible suggestion."

The change they weren't talking about, but nevertheless have encountered

They were told by these progressive groups that they would get an efficient, engaged, compassionate, transparent leader who would stand up for the little guy. Instead, they got a dispassionate, disengaged figurehead who has divided the country by race, gender and equity, who mouths all the right phrases to get elected but displays no leadership when things get tough.

A number of us have noticed this, too.

He’s been described as acting like a bystander to his own presidency, but it’s more like he’s a victim of it, as though the presidency were this terrible thing that just happened to him one day that he’s now courageously dealing with.

Why I surf

Things I'm hearing more and more often from fellow vets

I don’t believe my Commander-in-Chief spares a second thought for me. I don’t think he cares about me, or that he would release the full wrath of the mightiest military force the world has ever known, just to bring me home alive. I genuinely believe that, if I were to take a bullet to save his life, my funeral would become an opportunity for him to give a campaign speech on behalf of whatever endangered Democrat happened to be running for office in my home state.

Driving across the USA and my only thought is "Dang, gas is expensive.  Thanks, Barry, you crumb."

Tell me about it; I was one of them

But then I grew up and many of the rest didn't, mainly because they didn't have to.

PJ O'Rourke: '60s Losers Are Today's Professors

Yep

You’re All Worthless and Weak

Why I surf

This may be the best album review ever. And remember: I was at Woodstock

Ghost Stories is from its arse to its f***ing elbow, one, long stagnant f***ing pool of premium grade f***ing cockwash! I would rather chew off my f***ing scrotum than ever listen again to this boneless f***ing melange of morose f***ing piss-shit! I would rather eat an entire f***ing yurt, washed down with f***ing beige paint recently shat out of an incontinent yak’s anus! Put it this way; so remorselessly insubstantial is this album that if it were submitted to the f***ing British Homeopathic Association as a f***ing potential remedy, they’d f***ing knock it back, saying: “No good, mate. You’ve over-diluted it, you silly twat!”

Yep

If I understand college administrators correctly, colleges are hotbeds of racism and rape that everyone should be able to attend.
— David Burge (@iowahawkblog) May 12, 2014

Why I surf

By the way, you should read this guy. He's an animal and my favorite Internet preacher.

Gun laws do not prevent gun violence. By definition, criminals work outside of the law; hence the title "outlaw". Laws such as these merely constrain the law-abiding. Criminals will always have guns. If I were of a more cynical nature, I would observe that, as the victims of gun violence in Connecticut are mostly young, black men, this does not seem to be a demographic that anyone in power deeply cares about. Good thing I'm not more of a cynic. 

I grew up in an urban neighborhood and taught in what used to be called an "inner-city" high school. I've been the pastor of urban churches. I've seen what violence does; I've also seen what creates it. Do you want to know what would reduce gun violence? First, secular and church politicians could do whatever is necessary to create jobs and skills training programs in their cities. Second, social institutions would need to be encouraged, especially those of relevance to an urban population.

And now here's something from the world's worst blogger

I've been a little out of sorts with things of late.  The money ran thin after my time watching spring training in Arizona; it's way too difficult to get carpentry jobs in California, where I'm currently staying, and I've been sleeping where I can in the back of the truck in any parking lot that looks to be both quiet and relatively safe.  The best place of late has been a doughnut shop by the sea in Long Beach.

It opens around 5 a.m. so I make a discreet departure around 4:50 and head down to Huntington Beach where I can park in the public pay lot and surf all morning, take a free shower, and then sleep through the warm afternoon.  I can even run up and down the beach path.

At night, I have a meal at a veg restaurant and then grok and groove to live music at the bar next door.  At midnight, it's back to the doughnut shop.

It's been a great time, but the only Internet connection I have is at the library and I'm beginning to look a little too homeless to easily hang out there.  Not that it matters, in a week I make the trek back to south Jersey for the summer; maybe until October or so.  I'm hoping that means work somewhere, too.

Well, I'll splurge on a hotel room on the trip east so that I can look human again and be a more regular presence on the net.  I know, you've missed me.

Why I surf