A sign from the sump pump

You might have noticed that posting has been light of late (mostly here but also at MM.com in the past couple of days). My father passed away late Saturday night/early Sunday morning after a long decline from Alzheimer’s and related problems.

He was a proud Air Force veteran and successful business executive who loved his family, country and the outdoors.

Quick background on this “signs” story: When I was growing up, our house (which my mother still lives in) had a sump pump, like many do. It’s an area where the ground can get very damp and if a sump pump isn’t maintained, there will be problems.

I remember one time, probably back in the late 1970’s or so, coming home from vacation to find the basement to be knee-deep with water. I used to like to watch my dad fiddle with the sump pump, replace it when necessary, and check to make sure it was working properly on a daily basis. In other words, if story of the area of my dad’s life that concerns household machinery had been written by Herman Melville, my father would have been Captain Ahab and the sump pump would have been his “white whale.” I learned all of my sump pump tech skills from him.

On the other hand, the house I’ve now lived in with my family for about 15 years has a fairly dry basement, but we do have a sump pump. As a matter of fact, I replaced it last year and alerted Mystery Science Theater 3000 alum Mike Nelson that the old sump pump looked familiar:

I’m guessing that also closely resembles what Hillary’s email server looks like.

I hadn’t had much trouble with the new sump pump that I replaced that with, other than some tweaking here and there.

Okay, here’s the “signs” part: My dad passed away very early Sunday morning. Later in the morning, knowing my sister was coming over with other company (where we would talk about dad while watching Michigan State clinch a Final Four appearance — WOOT!), my wife suggested we serve a ham we had in the basement freezer. When I went downstairs to get it, I heard a loud buzzing sound and traced it to the laundry room. Looking at the corner of the room, the sump hole was full of water and the pump wasn’t working. I unplugged the pump, pulled it from the hole, drained it, let it cool down and then tried it again — and it worked.

A “sign” from my dad, or just a happy coincidence? In either case, it brought back great memories when they were needed most.

I’ll be back to as close to full speed as possible before too long (“full speed” for me defined as about 70 percent — I’m a big believer in not burning your reserves).

This spring, the weather watches and warnings we get on occasion might provide an opportunity for further tribute to my dad: I’ll pour a gin & tonic over the rocks and go stand in the driveway looking for tornadoes after ordering the rest of the family into the basement for safety… and to make sure the sump pump is working.


Update: In hindsight maybe I should have mentioned the sump pump in dad’s obituary, but it’s still not bad.

Playing ‘Musical Blogs’ Again This Week

I’ll be posting a bit again this week at Michelle Malkin’s blog, so be sure to go her site for newer posts until Thursday morning. I’ll try to keep up a few new ones here too if possible.

Also, if you’d like to register to comment at Michelle’s site (it’ll tell you registering is closed if you try to register from there), send me an email with what user name and password you want (you can change your password immediately after registering if you like) and we’ll get you set up. (Connie, this means you!)

Virgin Auction Update

nullThe bidding for Natalie Dylan, who is about to become the first multi-millionaire off the word “virgin” since Richard Branson, is up to $3.7 million.

$3.7 million is a lot of money ($61,666 a second for the average male bidder to be exact), so the next obvious question is this: who in the world is bidding that much for a virgin? In this economy, it’s got to be somebody with a full stock of bailout money, like an AIG or Merrill Lynch executive.

Dylan is supposedly auctioning off her virginity, but, given her apparent shameless business acumen, why am I thinking that she’s going to write back to at least the five highest bidders and say…

“You won! Bring the $3.6 million and meet me at the LA Hilton on March 2nd.”
“You won! Bring the $3.2 million and meet me at the LA Hilton on March 3rd.”
“You won! Bring the $2.8 million and meet me at the LA Hilton on March 4th.”
“You won! Bring the $2.4 million and meet me at the LA Hilton on March 5th.”
“You won! Bring the $1.9 million and meet me at the LA Hilton on March 6th.”

Obama’s Victory: A Different View

nullPictured to the left is the cover of today’s edition of the Istanbul newspaper Sabah. “Siyah Devrim” means “black revolution.” Obviously the Turks are pleased with the election results in the U.S., but what about some other countries?

I decided to search around a little to see how the victory of Barack Obama was being reported to those countries or groups who, let’s just say, may not have had a favorable view of the United States as it existed the day before yesterday. Most of it was so fawning that the U.S. media is probably getting jealous as hell of the foreign press cutting in to dance with their date.

Here’s a sampling of what I found:

Iran Daily: World Hopes for Less Arrogant America

Pravda (Russia): Eight Years of Hell are Over

Afghan Islamic Press: Taliban: Obama should begin ‘a new era of peace’

Palestine Chronicle: Arab, Muslim Americans Make Critical Move to Democrats

Syria Daily: Syrians Happy to See Back of George W. Bush

And, of course, this list wouldn’t be complete without hearing from The New York Times: For Many Abroad, An Ideal Renewed

Does it make you feel better that all these guys are thrilled about the outcome of the election? Before answering, remember, a turkey sees lots of smiling faces the day before Thanksgiving too — but even a turkey isn’t dumb enough to feel good about it (unless it lives in Berkeley and subscribes to Sabah or The New York Times).

When a terrorist expresses joy at George W. Bush’s departure, it makes me want to pat him on the back. And by “him” I mean George W. Bush.

World “O”pinion:

Obama’s victory — as the first African-American elected president in U.S. history — is painted by American liberals as a way for the U.S. to finally gain respect in the eyes of other more “socially advanced and progressive” countries in Europe, Asia and the Middle East.

Donkey chips! How many black presidents has France had? How many black Prime Ministers has the U.K. had? (forget the fact that the Monarchy is forever as diverse as 50,000 gallons of vanilla ice cream)

How many leaders of African descent has China had? Japan? Iran? Sweden? Russia? Italy? Germany? Latvia?

And how many of these countries the American left is constantly blowing into the ear of in a desperate attempt to be felt up by a foreigner are places where women are stoned to death for the crime of being raped?

America is still the best nation on the earth. Even though on a political level I fundamentally disagree with who was elected, there’s no denying that it was a historic occasion for our country. However, I’ll take no part in buying into the misguided notion that it was a momentous step in the U.S. “finally starting to catch up with the rest of the civilized world.”

Quite the opposite.

Are We Winning the ‘War on Terror’?

For a little while there I was getting optimistic, but then there was the Supreme Court’s insane Gitmo ruling, and now this:

Radical cleric Abu Qatada, described as “Osama bin Laden’s right hand man in Europe,” is to be released in the next 24 hours.

Qatada, who is accused of giving advice and support to terrorists including the leader of the September 11 hijackers, has been described in official documents as a “truly dangerous individual” who was “heavily involved, indeed at the centre of terrorist activities associated with al-Qa’eda.”

As a condition of his release, he’ll be electronically tagged and monitored. At least Bin Laden won’t be happy to see this pantload show up at his cave again, because he may be followed by a few dozen members of special forces.

Too bad this guy couldn’t have gotten himself sent to Gitmo, because now he’d have access to U.S. civilian courts and he could sue somebody for that haircut:


P(l)inko: Rosie O. to Replace Bob Barker?

How long do you think the flutter-brained moonbat Rosie O’Donnell would last on this job?

Bob Barker endorsed his friend Rosie O’Donnell as a possible successor on The Price is Right.

“I believe they’re going to have a meeting with Rosie,” Barker said backstage Friday night at the Daytime Emmy Awards, where he won his 19th trophy.

“There’s no doubt in my mind she could do the show. Now, whether they want a lady host, I don’t know. As far as I know, they’ve only auditioned men.”

Just because they might choose Rosie doesn’t mean they’d have a lady host, Mr. Barker.

CBS is losing a host with an eye for the “Barker’s beauties” models, and might be gaining the exact same thing.

New games such as “guess what temperature melts steel” would be entertaining, however.


“Rosie’s gonna love this gig…”

Michael Moore is Correct

Did I just say that?

Hey, credit where credit is due. Moore’s new movie “Sicko,” which is about his position that we need to socialize the medical and pharmaceutical industries in America, elicits a chuckle because I get a kick out of really fat slobby guys preaching to us about our health care. Other than that, Moore does hit on a good point which is something I’ve been writing about for years: Hillary Clinton is a sellout to the left.

Here’s part of the review on Politico:

Moore’s brief political history of American health care policy at first seems to lavish praise on Clinton, if with a satirical, and gendered, edge. (She’s introduced as “Sassy…smart…sexy.”)

But his conclusion is that she sold out. After her defeat in the first Clinton term, he says, she fell silent on the issue. And “for her silence, Hillary was rewarded. And she has been the second-largest recipient in the Senate of healthcare industry contributions.”

First off, anybody who describes Hillary as “Sassy smart and sexy” should themselves be described as having “Poor judgment, marginal-at-best common sense and degenerative myopia.”

However, if you’re a liberal true to the movement, Hillary is a massive sellout. She’s nothing but a free market wolf in socialist sheep’s pantsuit.

But Moore gets it wrong in saying Hillary fell silent on the issue after her failed attempt to “reform” health care in the 90’s. The issue fell silent on her. Even many leftists viewed Hillary’s General Custer-style “plan” as health care’s answer to the Exxon Valdez and turned their backs, lest they end up covered in oil — or slime in this case.

As for the rest of “Sicko,” when I see it I’ll no doubt be lost by Moore-speak as usual. For example, constant references to a “single payer” system. There is no such thing. If the government’s paying it, it’s a “300 million-payer” system.

When Moore can’t honestly address that fact without disguising it in smoke, mirrors and a name like “single payer” designed to fool people into believing in a consequence-free money fairy with a bottomless wand full of cash (in which too many people already believe), there’s no saving the rest.

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John Edwards Takes In $55,000 For Poverty Speech – Pink Sapphire Salivates

Democrat Presidential Candidate John Edwards gave a speech last year at the University of California at Davis that might have made Mother Teresa laugh until goat milk came out her nose. The speech was entitled, “Poverty, the Great Moral issue Facing America,” and for it Edwards was paid $55,000.

Now cover yourselves with tarp like you’re in the front row at a Gallagher concert so you don’t get hit with any of the saliva shooting from Pink Sapphire as they rabidly await the inevitable coif & facial windfall.

While laced with irony on the surface, Edwards has unintentionally struck upon the answer to solving poverty: Capitalism. Edwards takes in all that money for a speech — John Edwards wins, and the workers and their families at Pink Sapphire win. Edwards’ haul from that particular speech was a classic example of trickle-down economics, as opposed to trickle-on economics, which is how the trial attorney in John Edwards supports his personal economy.

Because of Edwards’ career as a trial attorney, he understands more than anyone else that you can’t help someone out of a hole if you’re in there with them — you’re successful by suing the ass off the company that dug the hole.

So, John “K’ung Fu-tzu” Edwards’ life philosophy is basically this: “Give a man a fish, feed him for a day; teach a man to sue big tobacco for his own horrendous personal choices — feed both of us for life.”

That said, Edwards is taking a little flak for the seeming irony of this story, but then again, who wants to see a speech on how to end poverty being given by a dirt poor speaker who didn’t insist on being paid for his time? So I’m torn on this one.

Hopefully those kids in attendance at Edwards speech that day at UC Davis were taking notes (in between being asked to raise their hands and yell “yes” if they want to end poverty, and/or have suffered a neck injury from an improperly deploying passenger-side airbag). John Edwards is teaching them the valuable lesson that the way out of poverty has nothing to do with staying poor, and has everything to do with full lawsuits and empty rhetoric, while at the same time looking fabulous!

Moron of the Month: Taxes Made This Country Great

As it turns out, today’s “Moron of the Month” honoree is right in my own backyard — nearly. This afternoon I got an email from my mother, who pointed me to a column in our local paper, the Lansing State Journal, containing a piece of, as mom put it, “weapons grade stupidity” written by one Cheryl Bartz. This person has such a poor grip on economics that her hands must be smeared with Crisco.

Keep in mind that Michigan’s taxes have driven business from the state so much that for a time it looked like the white collar equivalent of the evacuation of Dunkirk. Fortunately, that’s calmed down now, as there’s hardly any business left in the state to leave.

With that said, here’s a snip from the setup and a bit from the conclusion of the column that contains not even enough brain power to run a potato clock:

When I left the Peace Corps in 1991, I traveled by bus through Panama, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Honduras, Guatemala and Belize. After my odyssey through Central America, I came up with the definitive answer to the question, “What’s the difference between a Third-World country and a First-World one?”


…I think the income tax is what made America great. Taxes give all of us things we can’t buy as individuals. Cutting services rather than raising taxes is a sure way to whittle our state down to Third-World status. And yes, businesses should be taxed, too. They benefit from all the services that make our homeland secure.

I encourage the Michigan Legislature to demonstrate leadership by levying enough taxes to keep Michigan a First-World state.

Good Lord, what a vacuous, Nerf-brained, and unfortunately, all-too-common mindset. What’s sad is that this could have been written by Michigan’s governor.

Frankly, I can’t stop laughing at the woman who is apparently the Gilligan of Liberal Island.

Taxes make a country great? Well, then we’ll just go to a dirt poor starving and miserable country and levy huge taxes. Problem solved, bellies full, people housed and healthy. Nirvana! Oh, wait…