If you were a law enforcement officer would you enforce the law? I mean, really? What is it in your worldview that makes you want to do it?
If I steal a car or rob a bank are you going to hunt me down and arrest me? And, if so, why?
Barack Obama has defied several federal court rulings; have you arrested him?
The former Secretary of State has broken many national security laws; have you arrested her?
The former Attorney General was charged with Contempt of Congress; have you arrested him?
Our current Secretary of State kept his yacht in another state to avoid paying taxes on it; have you arrested him?
A former senator and governor stole money from investors and lost a billion of their money in an effort to keep his hedge fund alive; have you arrested him?
And now you want to claim there are too many people in jail.
I humbly suggest there are too few.
Gives New Meaning to the Army Slogan ‘Be All You Can Be’
Obama’s latest Friday Night Surprise turned out to be his appointment of, as the headline in The Hill put it,
an openly gay man to lead Army
The gay scene has a lot of fun playing with words and this story is no exception. Early on we are served this quote:
“Eric undoubtedly has a masterful grasp on military policy and strategic defense initiatives that will serve the Army and the Department of Defense well during his tenure.”
That comes from
Matt Thorn, interim executive director of OutServe-SLDN.
Matt Thorn? Yup. OK, I know that sounds like the nom de cine of a porn star but he is just the head honcho of an outfit called OutServe-SLDN. And what is Outserve-SDLN? You might well ask, so I hyper-linked it so you might easily look it up in Wikipedia. It appears to be an organization formed and reorganized and then re-formed and then amalgamated to serve the legal needs of military service members who are being persecuted because they are homosexual. The initials SLDN stand for Servicemembers Legal Defense Network. And the out in Outserve? Like so many words in LGBT-Land this needs a little decrypting if you’re not completely au courant. I have often been mislead by not knowing the lingo. I once tuned in to a comedy special on Showtime that was titled Out There thinking it would be a show of really weird, pithy, outrageous comedy. Nope. Every single joke involved homosexuality. Out means you are openly and avowedly homosexual. Don’t call your navel an outie if you’re not ready for some strange looks and maybe a few interesting offers.
Now that the U.S. Congress has expressly approved the military service of homosexual members and the president, the media, academe, and a majority of the American public is OK with that it would seem that an outfit like OutServe-SLDN would find itself consigned to irrevelance. But they’re still in there, raising finds, reorganizing, and being available for comment on an issue any actual member of the military would be terrified to say one word about.
It would seem that an organization concerned with “servicemembers” welfare might try looking into the welfare of veterans who are dying because they can’t get off a waiting list and into a doctor’s office.
Perhaps if the veterans were gay. Maybe then they would be worthy of the attention of SLDN. Or maybe even the attention of the President.
The Hot Air blog has a piece up discussing the problems of aging electronic voting machines. The article, by Jazz Shaw, states something which struck me as pretty funny:
election officials are taking a very worried look at the no longer newfangled electronic voting machines which were put in place after the hanging chad débâcle of the 2000 election
Why is that funny? It is funny because the Palm Beach County voting machines were of the punch-card variety, where the voter used a stylus to punch out a hole in the card next to his choice. I was living in Chicago when that kind of voting machine was adopted. The reason was that the system produced a physical document, marked by the voter, which could be seen, touched, and counted by people so that the only tally possible wouldn’t be an odometer-like counter on a voting machine. This physical, storable, warehousable, countable artifact was supposed to reduce the electoral shenanigans the Daley organization was famous for.
I used such a “machine” for voting. It consisted of a booklet with the questions (list of candidates) which I answered by punching out holes in a punch-card using a pointed metal stylus. You could feel when the hole was punched through. Simplicity itself. No electricity (no chance of a power failure). No Internet (no danger of hacking). Even I, who am famous for over-thinking my way into a catastrophe, could use it.
But then, in 2000, down in Palm Beach County, the traveling Democrat freak show roared into town. Suddenly it wasn’t good enough to count the holes on a punch card. Myopic senior citizens had to peer at the card, hold it up to the light, stroke it, rotate it, wiggle it, feel it for dimples.
And whom did they send to be in charge of this circus? Why, non other than William Daley, political fixer and brother of Chicago’s mayor, Richard M. Daley.
Both of whom were sons of Richard J. Daley, the man whose political organization the punch-card machines were supposed to protect against. It was kind of like sending Al Capone to stamp out bootlegging in Chicago.
So we got rid of simple, fool-proof voting machines because one of the people they were supposed to thwart said they were no good.
That’s why it is funny.
Looking this morning at the Real Clear Politics smörgåsbord of pols, polls, and pundits we see, under the general heading Clinton Server Controversy:
Server Company Says Emails Were Not Wiped, May Be Recoverable
and what follows is a technical exegesis on the differences between erased and wiped (whether or not, to use Hillary’s parlance, like with a cloth?). Do you really want to know the difference between erasing a file and writing random 0’s and 1’s over a disk a few hundred times? What, at this point, does it matter? She stored and transmitted secret government documents using an unapproved, vulnerable private network hundreds of times during her tenure as Secretary of State. One similar offense was sufficient to drive America’s finest post-war general (that would be post– the war that we won, not post– the war that ended with our escaping by hanging from helicopter skids) from his job as director of CIA in order to escape jail time. The entire Petraeus Affair, from soup to nuts, took a matter of weeks. Yet here we are, a year into Servergate, debating the meaning of wiped.
In a way it is satisfying to see Hillary hoist on the Clintonian petard of stalling by doing things like questioning the meaning of unfamiliar, antiquated words like is and alone. The strategy worked so well for her in the past. When her billing records from the Rose Law firm were subpoenaed she spent months looking for them but — darn it all — she just couldn’t find them. So while her former Rose associates went to jail (at least, the ones who hadn’t had their heads blown off) Hillary scrimped and scraped in order to prepare for surviving a post-White House existence while flat broke. Then? Eureka! Right after the subpoena ran out there the missing records were, in her quarters in the White House, possibly behind the candles she and Bill used for reading their Bibles (which, during the Monica Lewinsky affair, they were never without) when their poverty prevented paying the electric bill.
It may not work for her this time. Everything she has put her hand to for the last six years has worked out pretty badly for us. You can win football games by running out the clock but to do that you first have to put some points on the board. But there is still a year left and a lot can happen.
Keep your unabridged dictionaries handy.