Doug Ross has written you a note. Do yourdamnedself a favor and read it.

Corned beef, cabbage, boiled potatoes, and yes, beer, was consumed in considerable quantities. Moving a bit slower than usual today.

I did get a kick out of the bartender’s shorts.

Have a great St. Pat’s Day, but remember, green beer is still beer.

Nothing here, but I do suggest that you click over to Warning Signs. Good stuff, right there, and the bonus is that the author is a Jersey guy.

Before we get to the part that warms my heart, this part frosts my stindeens:

Did you know that our federal government you and I employ a person with the title, “Deputy Assistant Secretary for Energy Efficiency?” Well, it’s true, and her name is Dr. Kathleen Hogan. By virtue of her title, I assume that her boss is the “Assistant Secretary for Energy Efficiency,” and I further assume that that person’s boss is the “Secretary for Energy Efficiency.” I won’t even hazard a guess as to how many drones toil away in the Department of Energy under these three wastes of spaces. Jesus H. Christ!

Anyway, back to the part that warms my heart. Please watch the video of Senator Rand Paul’s grilling of the good Dr. Kathleen Hogan on the subject of government intrusion into consumer choices when it comes to light bulbs, non-functioning eco-toilets and other things. He voiced my thoughts on the matter perfectly. Perhaps yours as well.

Her reaction blabbering bullshit is pure gold.

Kudos, Senator Paul!

Permit me to share a couple things that have managed to frost my stindeens over the last 48 hours or so.

1. Assholes Men who toss things into urinals. Yo, shitballs, there is a wastebasket in the men’s room, and it’s not there for decorative purposes. Use it! There is absolutely no reason for throwing paper towels or your goddamned gum into the urinal. Haven’t you noticed over a lifetime of pissing in public places that urinals don’t flush the same way toilet bowels do? Doesn’t it bother you that someone has to clean that stuff out of there with their hands? What if was your mama? You ought to be horsewhipped.

2. Assholes People who work in retail establishments (particularly convenience stores) and wait on customers while talking on a cell phone. It’s bad enough when the inconsiderate bastards make it quite clear that you’re interrupting their very important conversations by, you know, actually wanting to buy something. It’s worse when their conversations are being carried on in some Third World Shithole language. The clincher is when you ask them a question, which you have to repeat once because they’re not paying attention, twice because they don’t speak English worth a shit and a third time for good measure.

This should be the rule: If you’re talking on your goddamned cell phone while customers are waiting on line, it goddamned well better be the police department, fire department or the goddamned ambulance squad. Otherwise, horsewhipping is in order.

That is all.

via C&S

Yeah, I know. I haven’t done much actual writing lately. It’s just that it’s hard to write when smoke is pouring out of one’s ears. Like most people who don’t watch reality shows or “Wheel of Fortune,” I have been watching the travesty in Wisconsin and the attempts by the class warfare, anarchist assholes protestors to turn this country into Greece.

Unions: I could go on for pages and pages, but the bottom line is that the shit that is flying around in Wisconsin (and which will doubtless be coming to other states) has nothing – absolutely nothing – to do with private sector unions. Franklin Roosevelt, the icon of the liberals, understood the difference between private sector and public sector unions, as did George Meany, Mr. Labor Union (neither favored public sector unions). If you don’t understand or appreciate the difference between private sector unions and public sector unions, I have neither the time nor the inclination to deal with you. Educate yourselves, and then maybe we’ll talk.

Oh, and please don’t think that I have something against teachers. I have the utmost admiration for the teaching profession. If it weren’t for teachers, I would not be able to read, write or make change. I have benefitted from having some wonderful teachers. (N.B. I’ve also had my share of lemons.)

I have good friends and family members who are teachers – damned good teachers, every one of them. In fact, they are so good and so dedicated that it pains me to see that, by virtue of their union membership, they cannot be paid what they truly are worth. Instead, they are paid exactly the same as some burned-out, dumb, tenured shit who “mails it in” every day until he/she can retire with a boatload of cash.

I’ve worked my entire life in the private sector, where if you work harder than the next guy and are better than the next guy, you’ll make more money than the next guy. If you’re a slacker, you’re out of a job. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. If you’re a good teacher – better than the next guy – why would you want it any other way?

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Note: This has been making the rounds on the internet purporting to be an article published in the Wall Street Journal, when, in fact, it was a post in the Warning Signs blog. I don’t much care where it was published, as it captures many of my feelings about the current occupant of the White House.

Look, I apologize for going on about the law that bans incandescent light bulbs in stages and completely by 2014 (see, e.g. here, here and here), but, to me, it may be one of the greatest examples of how utterly out of control the federal government is and how utterly crazy this country has become.

The Gentleman from Texas lays it out, with a healthy dose of sarcasm.

Thanks to Darlene for the link.