April 9th, in addition to the being the anniversary of the fall of Saddam, marks the 24th anniversary of one of the greatest lapses in judgment ever made by a beautiful and intelligent woman . . .
. . . but enough about my wedding all those years ago.
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I revisited the story of Tim Wakefield’s retirement back in February, and noticed this snippet:
Wakefield had said toward the end of last season that he wanted to return for his 18th season with the Red Sox, but as the winter wore on it became clear he was not in Boston’s plans.
Right now the Red Sox bullpen has managed to blow three saves in three games: their acquisition from Houston has discovered that there is a difference between closing games for an expected contender versus for a team that is losing.
Think about it: Jonathan Papelbon has recorded more saves this season than the current Red Sox closer has retired batters.
You know, a rubber-armed vet who throws a pitch that’s tough to hit might be very valuable right about now.
On the bright side, the Yankees haven’t won a game this season either.
Hey, I’m a New Englander: the Red Sox are always going to be a lead story, as far as I’m concerned.
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Last week I alluded briefly to the Masters tournament. For all the bluster from the left and the MSM, this year’s Masters will be remembered for two impossible shots, and those shots will have a lot more impact on the sponsors than anything The New York Times prints over the next year.
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There has been a lot of talk about Mike Wallace, who recently died at the age of 93. I’ve noticed that the clip of his interview with Ayatollah Khomeini is getting a lot of play.
Right up until the day he is buried, this clip will be shown over and over, but the same legacy media who are playing it will ignore the fact that Khomeini’s vision of Islam—one in which Jews are the enemy—has become a dominant strain within Islam, worldwide.
Reality is staring them in the face, yet they can’t see it.
I suspect Mike Wallace’s interview with Margaret Sanger will not get a lot of play. (The links are all to videos, here, and they are quite a sight.)
It’s really odd to see Wallace go on about the pleasures of smoking, though: talk about a different era!
I was also a bit shocked to hear that Wallace died in a nursing home. He was not a poor man, so I find it odd that he didn’t have a private/visiting nurse, so he could receive in-home care.
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I never knew there was a version of Coke that was Kosher until I read this post at Yid with Lid:
Kosher-for-Passover Coca Cola is a favorite of Jews and of non-Jewish Coke aficionados. In 1980, Coke eliminated sugar from its recipe and substituted high-fructose corn syrup. Since corn is not Kosher for Passover for Ashkenazi Jews, they go to an all-sugar recipe during the Passover season. While there are other changes, to the aficionado the holiday recipe comes closest to the taste of Coke they remember. Some Coca Cola fans have been known to purchase cases of the Passover version to last well beyond end of the holiday.
Apparently, under California’s new rules regarding food coloring, Kosher Coke was not permissible this year.
One question, though, and it applies nation-wide: Wouldn’t you want a Kosher version of Coke available year-round, or are there not enough observant Jews to support such a product?
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There are some very interesting things going on with the selection of GOP Presidential delegates in some states:
I’d heard some talk about this: Evidently, the pro-Romney leadership of the North Dakota Republican Party rigged their state convention so that, despite the fact that Mitt Romney came in third in the March 6 caucuses, he got most of the delegates.
I’m no expert, but this doesn’t seem like the best way to unite a party behind you for a general election.
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For the first time in years I was able to attend all three of the big Easter Triduum services: Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and the Easter Vigil—where a neighbor of mine, an engineer and former atheist, was baptized and received into the Catholic Church.
One of the great myths that is promulgated among secularists is the idea that religion is something for the ignorant; the reality is that the Church has for centuries been the repository of great minds, and the foremost developer of great minds. Remember that the university system came from the Church. To associate the Church with ignorance is to be ignorant of history.
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As an American of Sicilian descent, I’ve found that there is one advantage to the stereotypes that paint Sicilians as gangsters: when people find out you are Sicilian, they are much less likely to give you grief. No matter how harmless you might seem, in the back of their mind is the thought Could that guy be connected? Does he have a relative who might be trouble if I give him grief?
You won’t hear many Sicilian-Americans say this out loud, but this is a type of power. A friend of mine jokes that he doesn’t need a security system on his car, beyond his “Proud to be a Sicilian” bumper sticker.
I thought of this because of what Bill Cosby said recently concerning the Trayvon Martin case:
“Without a gun, I don’t see Mr. Zimmerman approaching Trayvon by himself,” Mr. Cosby explained. “The power-of-the-gun mentality had him unafraid to confront someone. Even police call for backup in similar situations.
A lot of people are focusing on Cosby’s statements in terms of what they imply about gun control, but I found the most telling phrase to be this one: “The power-of-the-gun mentality had him unafraid to confront someone.”
Made him unafraid. Should the normal condition of a person in a confrontation be fear?
To what degree was that fear the basis of John Derbyshire’s now-infamous Rule #10? I wonder if some black men regard that gangsta romance in the same way some of us Sicilians see the mafia associations in the popular imagination.
That, in turn, reminds me of this Leroy Brown dialogue from Crocodile Dundee 2:
Leroy Brown: This is just between you and me. It goes no further, right?
Mick Dundee: Right.
Leroy: Stationery.
Mick: Stationery?
Leroy: You know. Pens, erasers, office supplies . . .
Mick: And that’s heavy shit?
Leroy: —No, man, it ain’t. I’m strictly legit. But if you have a name like Leroy Brown, people expect you to be bad. Like the song.
Mick: —Oh, right!
But . . . I kinda like the image.
Speaking of Derbyshire, I’m really surprised that his firing did not get more press; it follows the template of things the MSM like to say about the right. Then again, perhaps a lot of people in the news business don’t want to risk being asked: “To what degree do you follow Derbyshire’s Rule 10?”
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Apparently, Arby’s has decided that blocking conservatives on Twitter is a bad move, and has quietly started unblocking them.
At least, as quietly as Twitchy will allow them to:
That won’t be enough for conservatives who continue to have a beef with the company’s screw-up. Instead of hitting the drive-thru, the customers blocked by Arby’s are likely to drive on by.
Oh, and Rush Limbaugh just sent out the following tweet:
After re-tweeting, I added the following:
I don’t know who is in charge of Arby’s customer relations and social media, but apparently they are being paid too much . . . presuming they still have a job.
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Finally, James O’Keefe has struck again. This may be the ultimate irony: during his latest undercover sting, about voter fraud, his operative was offered the ballot of . . . Attorney General Eric “There Is No Need for Voter ID Laws” Holder.
The line of the day appears as O’Keefe’s man leaves to get his identification, suggesting that he would feel more comfortable presenting it. He then says, “I’ll be back faster than you can say furious.”
Classic, absolutely classic!
I’ll see you next weekend.
Robert Evans on April 9, 2012 at 11:53 pm said:
Another alternative is “Mexican Coke,” Coca-Cola bottled in Mexico, where it is made using sugar instead of high-fructose corn syrup. Mexican Coke can often be found in Latin American grocery stores.
Starless on April 10, 2012 at 9:50 am said:
The Insty Mike Wallace post this morning. Offering proof that for all of the gravitas projected and all of the claims to truth-telling, the Big Time, Big Shot journalist has always been more concerned with being entertaining than with anything else.
I’m glad to see a time where no one really gives a crap about who’s anchoring the evening news anymore.