After Mardi Gras…

Now that you’ve enjoyed Fat Tuesday,  all you Catholics and Episcopalians need to gear up for Lent.  National Review has a list of suggested reading which is so good that even this lapsed Methodist will be reading some selections from it.

If you’re giving up something for Lent,  my wish is that you won’t miss it too much.   And we all have to look forward to setting our clocks ahead this weekend!

Oneness b.s…

I caught just enough of Obama’s presser to be irritated.  After whining that it was not right to keep issuing Continuing Resolutions to fund the government and that Congress should produce a budget with real cuts,  he immediately said Pell Grants shouldn’t be cut.  Is there anyone on the planet who still believes His Oneness is willing to cut anything besides the military?

He then proclaims that domestic oil production is up,  which it is,  while completely skating over the fact that it would be WAY up if not  for his  anti-domestic energy policies.   He also claimed that his policies have led to a reduction in imported energy levels,  but that is due mostly to people driving less because they can’t afford the high gas prices his policies have delivered to us.   Gasoline now costs 67% more than it day the day he walked into the White House.

One of his energy advisers  admitted to unfamiliarity with  the Bakken formation,  which holds billions of barrels of oil, or at least 200 years’ worth,  and could already be in production if not for the eco-Nazis and progressive policymakers.

Our long-term debt and deficit are not caused by having Head Start teachers,  or public broadcasting, but by rising medical costs.   Of course, Obama’s party did not even offer a budget last year because they couldn’t dream up a way to avoid admitting how much money they were throwing away.

I’m also reminded of why he does so few live pressers — he says “uh”  repeatedly,  but of course he must as he has to filter what he actually thinks to someone acceptable before he actually says it.   The only genuine emotions he seems capable of are arrogance and irritation.  He tells a Japanese reporter that he was “heartbroken” about the earthquake and tsunami in Japan with the same inflection as he would have on announcing a garbage pickup.

Color me supremely unimpressed.  His Oneness may be a gifted politician,  but don’t tell me he’s brilliant or super well-educated.   I know more about energy production that he and his advisers combined,  and it would appear I also have a  better grasp of  economics.   It’s a dead certainty I understand freedom better  — I insist on retaining it;  he wants to deprive me of it.   I am now free to return to hauling about a quarter-ton of seedlings out of the greenhouse….

A very old mother…

You hear of 60 year old humans taking on the rigors of raising a child, but few of them earn frequent flier miles  the hard way.