Author: Fuzzy Curmudgeon

I see the government wants to keep a massive database of all of our purchases.
This doesn’t worry me. Who, precisely, is going to read and correllate this data? The already overworked and generally-terrorism-impaired intelligence community. Keep all the data you want about the books I buy, the weapons I keep supplied with ammo, and the meals I eat. I don’t care.
Information glut is going to kill any real chance of our vaunted intelligence agencies actually finding anything before it’s too late. This is what happened before Pearl Harbor — the ratio of noise to signal was way too high for any meaningful intelligence to be developed. This kind of stupidity just adds to the noise.

Another homicide bomber in Jerusalem.
It’s past time for the Israelis to start in the North with a line of armed soldiers and just walk south through the country, like we used to do in the Boy Scouts when we policed our campsites before leaving. Somehow you’ve just got to pick up the trash, and Hamas definitely qualifies as trash.

Tom…really. Paranoia will get you nowhere. People are watching, you know.
Oh, wait. You do know.
Hee.

Jim Jeffords allows as how he’d like to caucus with the GOP in the next session.
As long as he gets to keep his committee chairmanship, of course.
Jim, Jim, Jim. Do the words “eat shit and die, fucking traitor” have any meaning for you?
Watch for the price of dairy products to plummet in the next couple of years.

Maybe some bloggage later. Sorry.

…why GWB doesn’t tell Kofi Annan, “You aren’t the boss of me.”
Just thinking out loud.

Yup. That’s me. I just joined in honor of National Ammo Day.

Ever since casino gambling and pari-mutuel betting came in on the coattails of the Hoosier Lottery, in 1988, I’ve said it was a mistake that the amendment to the Indiana Constitution that made it all possible wasn’t more narrowly drawn.
Here’s proof.
Instead of letting the casinos con them into expanding the gambling franchise in Indiana, our legislators ought to be tightening the screws on what’s already here. It’s damn scary to walk onto one of those boats, go up to the nickel slots, and find a bunch of dead-serious pensioners feeding their Social Security checks into the slots, a nickel or a quarter at a time. The one time I let Sally drag me into a casino, I didn’t see anyone having a damn bit of fun. I saw old people spending their food money hoping they’d hit the jackpot and never have to worry about money again.
Brrr. I’d put a gun to my own head and pull the trigger before I let myself get to that point.

…and gee, I wonder why? Jayna Davis probably knows. She seems to know more about the bombing of the Murrah Federal Building than, hmm, the Feds.
Yet another reason to “bomb, bomb, bomb; bomb, bomb, Iraq”.
This has been circulating for some time but it’s more important than ever to get to the bottom of this.

They sure know how to spill oil from tankers.
Kind of makes the Exxon Valdez look like a walk in the park, eh?