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Bipartisan Obama

A frighting schism threatens to fracture the once unified mass media: Time says that Obama is the next FDR, Newsweek says he's the next Lincoln. Kyle Smith calls on our old media overloads to settle their differences, for the good of the nation.

(Of course in reality, The One seems do be aiming his standards just a tad lower, and doing his damnedest to be the next Bill Clinton.)

Website Of The Day

If you haven't seen it already it, don't miss John Ziegler's new Website, How Obama Got Elected, and this video interview with various Obama voters on election day:

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It's a long video, but stick it out until the end, when all of the interviewees reveal where they get their "news"--it's a damning portrait of the legacy media's ability to inform the public, if indeed that's a job that MSM still pays lip service to performing.

More from Newsbusters and Ed Morrissey at Hot Air.

"Do We Need The Big Three?"

George Will's question is directed at America's automobile manufacturers, but it could just as soon be applied to another sclerotic triptych of dinosaurs from the mass production age: the over-the-air television networks--or at least their kultursmog-spewing news divisions.

Ground Zero In American Culture War Pinpointed

These days, apparently the White House phone only rings at 3:00 AM when there's a international geopolitical crisis brewing. Similarly, for those domestic struggles involving America's Culture War, the frontline has finally been triangulated: the local Wendy's.

Glenn Beck discovers firsthand that things sure are a lot less Chili and Frosty at the local branch of the nationwide hamburger chain than they were during the visit four years ago by John Kerry and John Edwards as brilliantly documented back then for England's Telegraph by Mark Steyn.

"Know Your Market"

James Lileks spots the least-likeliest Washington Times ad ever.

Doppel-Romney? Romney-Ganger?

Considering he was at least as tall as Romney, I wouldn't want to call him Mini-Mitt, but the gentleman whom Jim Geraghty pointed out to me during the National Review cruise as looking like Mitt Romney's stunt double is actually a blogger at Red State, and he has a terrific round-up (complete with video) of the cruise: "If we're going to have a nuclear holocaust, I'm going to the buffet first."

(You can read my immediate impressions of the cruise here.)

"Vaughn Meader Is Screwed!"

It's a tough job, but--in theory at least--somebody's got to do it; eventually.

Maybe.

So who will be the first comedian to knock The One down a few pegs?

(H/T: 5'F)

It's 3:00 AM And There's A Phone In The White House...

Will President Elect Obama be calling Secretary Of State Hillary Clinton? The Guardian says yes--but as always with a British paper (particularly the Grauniad), verify before trusting.

Shoedenfreude

"Manolo says, far be it from the Manolo to take pleasure in the misfortunes of others, but...."

Total Recall

Here's Arnold Schwarzenegger quoted in the L.A. Times, urging Republicans to abandon their core principles:

In the wake of crushing defeats for Republicans in last week's national elections, Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger said Sunday that his party should regroup by moving away from some of its core conservative principles and embracing spending on programs that Americans want.

"I think the important thing for the Republican Party is now to also look at other issues that are very important for this country and not to get stuck in ideology," the governor said in an interview broadcast on CNN. "Let's go and talk about healthcare reform. Let's go and . . . fund programs if they're necessary programs and not get stuck just on the fiscal responsibility."

Schwarzenegger, a social moderate, long ago earned the enmity of many California Republicans who believe he abandoned some of the fiscally conservative views he espoused when running for office five years ago. They cite, for instance, his failed plan to dramatically expand health insurance in the state.

Last week, Schwarzenegger further angered Republicans by proposing a statewide sales-tax increase to balance the budget.

But the governor has not previously been so openly critical of the approach of the conservative bloc that dominates his party on the national level. He said that Republicans had "a very good party" and that he had no plans to leave it because he agrees with the GOP's push to reduce restrictions on business and remain tough on crime.

Schwarzenegger said, however, that the GOP should support greater investment to build roads and fix schools and fund other "things that the American people want to have done."

Republicans should not "always just say, 'This is spending. We can't do that,' " the governor said. "No, don't get stuck with that. We have heard that dialogue. Let's move on."

In 2004 though, Arnold was speaking from a rather different script:
I finally arrived here in 1968. What a special day it was. I remember I arrived here with empty pockets but full of dreams, full of determination, full of desire.

The presidential campaign was in full swing. I remember watching the Nixon-Humphrey presidential race on TV. A friend of mine who spoke German and English translated for me. I heard Humphrey saying things that sounded like socialism, which I had just left.

SCHWARZENEGGER: But then I heard Nixon speak. Then I heard Nixon speak. He was talking about free enterprise, getting the government off your back, lowering the taxes and strengthening the military.

(APPLAUSE)

Listening to Nixon speak sounded more like a breath of fresh air.

I said to my friend, I said, "What party is he?"

My friend said, "He's a Republican."

I said, "Then I am a Republican."

Of course, Nixon would abandon most of his core principles as well and move leftward himself while governing. But on the plus side, he earned the deep respect and eternal support of early-1970s liberals in the process. Which is why the eight uninterrupted years of the Nixon Administration are remembered so fondly on both sides of the aisle as a joyful interregnum in the culture wars.
Hey, Beats Detroit And Wall Street

The Onion: "Should The Government Stop Dumping Money Into A Giant Hole?"


Meanwhile, in a story that both indirectly involves The Onion and seems tailor made for it, a college professor has sued students who've slandered him:

After you've been called racist by some students, can you sue to get your reputation back?

Richard J. Peltz, who teaches law at the University of Arkansas at Little Rock, tried. The idea of suing students intrigued and worried many observers of the professoriate, and Peltz's case prompted much discussion about free speech and the respect that should be accorded both professors and students. Peltz has now dropped his suit -- but he did so only after the law school agreed to fully investigate the charges against him and after he received a letter affirming that, based on that investigation, he had done nothing racist or inappropriate.

The university has also agreed to discuss allowing Peltz to again teach required courses, which he was barred from offering once the complaints against him were filed.

* * *

The demands for Peltz to be punished and removed from teaching required courses came from the Black Law Student Association at Little Rock and from a local group of black lawyers -- groups whose leaders Peltz sued and who did not respond to requests for comment either now or when the suit was filed. The complaints concerned a series of class discussions in his constitutional law course that touched in some way or another on race or affirmative action. The complaints started after Peltz participated in a campus debate on affirmative action -- at the invitation of the black law students' group -- and argued against it.

The various accusations against Peltz were circulated to people at the law school in memos that Peltz cited in his defamation suit. In his own detailed accounting of the charges, now backed by the university, he answers the charges against him point by point.

One of the examples of his alleged racial insensitivity was that he used an article on the death of Rosa Parks from The Onion to prompt class discussion. The black students' memo called The Onion "a conservative based medium that uses satire" and said that the article "poked fun at the contribution Rosa Parks made" to the civil rights movement. As Peltz has noted, The Onion is not seen by most people as conservative and in fact regularly makes fun of conservatives (as well as liberals), and the article in question appears to mock, not Parks, but Republicans who think that racial discrimination is all in the past.

(Via Glenn Reynolds.)
November 22nd: VI Day

Zombietime proffers a new holiday: Victory in Iraq Day, November 22, 2008:

The moment has come to acknowledge the obvious. To overtly declare a fact that has already been true for quite some time now. Let me repeat:

WE WON THE WAR IN IRAQ

And since there will never be a ticker-tape parade down Fifth Avenue in New York for our troops, it's up to us, the people, to arrange a virtual ticker-tape parade. An online victory celebration.

Saturday, November 22, 2008 is the day of that celebration: Victory in Iraq Day.

What do you need to do to participate? Simple. Just make a post on your blog on Saturday, November 22, announcing that the war is over, and declaring that day to be Victory in Iraq Day. That's it.

If you want to write a short post (or a long essay) analyzing the nature of our victory or cheering the troops for a job well done, great; but if you just want to make a simple announcement of the victory, that's fine as well. Anything will do. Just come and join the celebration to mark the day.

Works for me--especially since we'll never see the folks who were forgainst the Iraq War acknowledge their 180 degree pivot in 2003.
Arugulaphenia

Jim Treacher has "A friendly chat with the liberal who lives in my head."

Meanwhile, in an everything old is new again moment, Dan Riehl spots a surprising (or maybe not!) source calling for a minority group to step to the back of the bus.

"They're Boycotting Sundance? Sweet!"

I actually meant to post something along similar lines earlier today, but Incoherant Ramblings beat me to it--and the quote is surrounded by lots of great looking photos of its hostess instead of our usual blue Trilby and minimalism:

I wouldn't really mind the outcome of all this under normal circumstances really. If gay marriage became a reality in all 50 states, I would have gone on with my life. But I hope the backlash felt from all of these inane boycotts hits these protesters bad. Somebody needs to point out that there is a better way, and this will eventually wear thin on the voting populace who looks at these people as sore losers.

What's next? "Hey, here's a brilliant idea. Let's Boycott Sundance! Because it's in the state of Utah, LDS headquarters are in Utah, so it will affect those EVIL Mormons!"

Meanwhile, a lot of Utah Mormons are thinking "they're boycotting Sundance? Sweet! Maybe Robert Redford will take it somewhere else from now on."

I'd like to think I'm not the only person who flashed back to the reaction of numerous airline customers when the "flying Imams" threatened not to patronize US Airways when reading this latest call for a boycott.
They Don't Call It "The New Brutalism" For Nothing

The Boston Herald notes, "Boston City Hall named world's ugliest building"--and note the usual "start from zero" aspects of the 1969 building:

"That's gotta go," said Ivette Arenas of San Francisco, when it was pointed out to her on her way to the Common. "You have some of the best (buildings), and right here you have the worst."

"It is a pretty ugly building," agreed Carol Sue Graves of Orange, Va., as she walked to Faneuil Hall.

An example of the "New Brutalism" school of design, City Hall was seen as a clean break from Boston's past, said Jeff Stein, dean of the Boston Architectural College.

"They were looking for something new and startling," Stein said. "And boy did it succeed."

In From Bauhaus To Our House, Tom Wolfe wrote about the similarly Corbusier-inspired Pruitt-Igoe housing project in St. Louis, built in 1955 and mercifully demolished less than two decades later:
Millions of dollars and scores of commission meetings and task-force projects were expended in a last-ditch attempt to make Pruitt-Igoe habitable. In 1971, the final task force called a general meeting of everyone still living in the project. They asked the residents for their suggestions. It was a historic moment for two reasons. One, for the first time in the fifty-year history of worker housing, someone had finally asked the client for his two cents' worth. Two, the chant. The chant began immediately: "Blow it....up! Blow it....up! Blow it....up! Blow it....up! Blow it....up!" The next day, the task force thought it over. The poor buggers were right. It was the only solution. In July of 1972, the city blew up the three central blocks of of Pruitt-Igoe with dynamite.
A similar sort of aesthetic euthanasia seems long overdue in Boston.
Don't Worry, The Internment Camps Will Be Quite Comfortable

Time magazine portrays BHO as FDR.

Life Imitates Austin Powers

Basil Exposition: The Cold War's over.
Austin Powers: Ah, finally those capitalist pigs will pay for their crimes, eh? Eh, comrades? Eh?
Basil Exposition: Austin, we won.

Fumbling Towards Ecstasy

In her latest combination defense and apology for her newspaper cooking the books to help nudge President Elect Obama over the finish line, Deborah Howell, the Washington Post's Ombudswoman writes:

Journalism naturally draws liberals; we like to change the world.
To which James Lileks wrote the perfect rejoinder three and half years ago:
The first question in any J-school application ought to be "do you want to change the world?" And anyone who answers yes gets kindly turned away. Your job is to describe the way the world changes. Not pretend you're there to nudge it along towards utopia.
Howell adds:
I'll bet that most Post journalists voted for Obama. I did. There are centrists at The Post as well. But the conservatives I know here feel so outnumbered that they don't even want to be quoted by name in a memo.
So what are you doing to change such an obviously poisoned internal culture?

Update: "As for Howell's presumption [that] 'most Post journalists voted for Obama,' that's a safe bet given how 96 percent of the staff at Post-owned Slate reported they planned to back Obama."

Breakin' 2: Koranic Boogaloo

As the Ayatollah Khomeini once said:

"Allah did not create man so that he could have fun. The aim of creation was for mankind to be put to the test through hardship and prayer. An Islamic regime must be serious in every field. There are no jokes in Islam. There is no humor in Islam. There is no fun in Islam. There can be no fun and joy in whatever is serious."
And dancing? That's right out as well, as Reuters (who else?) notes: "Iran vice-president under fire over Koran dance."
The Postmodern President Elect

Man who invents his own pre-presidential seal invents new government office. As Founding Bloggers ask, "The Office of the President Elect?--who funds that?

Ending The Obama Recession

Hugh Hewitt writes:

On Friday night's Hannity & Colmes, I noted that markets had been "pricing in" the consequences of sending President-elect Obama and strong Democratic majorities, and my e-mail box filled up with outrage at the idea that the president-elect caused the market collapse.

Which goes to show that the president-elect's partisans aren't going to be listening very closely when anyone criticizes the new president. Of course the president-elect didn't cause the market collapse. But the numbers post-11/4 are tough to ignore.

With the polls still open on election day, the Dow closed at 9,625, the NASDAQ at 1,780 and the S&P 500 at 1005.

By comparison, yesterday the markets closed at 8,497, 1,516, and 873 respectively.

That's the bad news. The good news is that more and more voices are being heard noting the absurdity of the panic the economy is gripped by, and predicting that while there is a recession which will be as difficult as any recession, the underlying fundamentals are very strong indeed and that stock and commodities markets are oversold, real estate fairly priced, and bonds too rich for the real data.

As Hugh concludes, "The election of Obama didn't cause the market collapse. But worries about his policies have certainly taken it lower than it needed to go and will continue to act as an anchor on stocks until some clarity emerges about the direction he intends to head. The sooner the better on that."
Alphabet City

I've always made it a point to never respond to Internet chain letters and the like, but I'm willing to make an exception to this one. "Dirty Harry" lists his favorite movies from A to Z:

Glenn Kenny at Some Came Running invites me to my first meme. To be honest, I didn't even know what a meme was until now. Actually, I still don't know, but any chance to willy-nilly list a bunch of movies is not something I have the discipline to turn down. In turn, I'm supposed to tag five movie bloggers and ask them to do the same. And if I'm able to think of five movie bloggers who won't respond with a "F**K OFF RIGHT WING FASCIST!! -- I'll do just that.

So here, off the top of my head, are my a to z's with a short explanation.

* * *

I'm tagging: Kyle Smith- Christian Toto - Robert Avrech - Ed Driscoll - Movie Bob - Sorry guys.

Apology accepted, Captain Needa...


Annie Hall: Woody's finest moment, with a lot of help from his collaborators, including Diane Keaton (of course) Tony Roberts, co-screenwriter Marshall Brickman and editor Ralph Rosenblum.

Apocalypse Now Redux: One of the greatest war movies ever made, and a triumph for Coppola and cinematographer Vittorio Storaro. (And don't miss Hearts of Darkness, which explains how utterly insane the film shoot was.)


Barry Lyndon: Rightfully considered since its debut one of the most beautifully photographed movies ever made, it's also worth studying for its structure and use of narration.

Blade Runner: Breakthrough all-enveloping production design and special effects; without which, this would be just another Charlton Heston mid-1970s eco-doomsday movie.

Blow-Up: Antonioni transplants Hitchcock to Swinging London for a film that's been endlessly referenced, from Haskell Wexler's Medium Cool to Mike Myers' Austin Powers movies.


Casablanca/Citizen Kane: The classic studio system pictures of the first half of the 1940s; both relied on great directors getting the most from their respective studio craftsmen.

Dr. Strangelove: Beneath the great sets, blackout comedy, and Swiftian satire, is an incredibly tightly written and structured script.

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Empire Strikes Back: The Star Wars cast and crew, led by a director who can get his cast to act.

From Russia With Love: Arguably the best of the Bonds.

Godfather I, Godfather II: 'Nuff said.

The Hustler: Pool as a metaphor for life.

Interiors: One of Woody's first attempts at completely alienating his audience; he would succeed beyond his wildest dreams just a few years later with Stardust Memories.

Jaws: Hollywood invents the summer blockbuster, by way of Steven Spielberg's Hitchcock at sea direction.

JFK: As history it's a sickly perverted joke (the film posits that everyone who lived in the United States in 1963, from the mafia to LBJ, except Oswald was in on the assassination), but as a cold war paranoid thriller, it's a helluva ride.

King Kong: Industrial light and magic, 1933 edition.

Lawrence of Arabia: The thinking man's epic; along with 2001's famous bone toss, Lawrence contains one of the greatest cuts in cinema history, when Peter O'Toole extinguishes his match.

M*A*S*H: Altman thought he was making an anti-war film; instead he released a hilarious anti-idiotarian movie.

The Manchurian Candidate: The original of course--a masterpiece of paranoid style.


1984: The power of Orwell is that he can inspire a cast of leftwing actors and technicians to create such a potent meditation on the slippery slope of socialism.


North By Northwest: A classic from its debut; it's now a time capsule look at life at the top near the end of the Eisenhower-era; so many of its institutions, Hitchcock himself, Cary Grant, the 20th Century Limited, would be shoved into the dustbin of history by the destructive force of the 1960s culture.

North Dallas Forty: Still the definitive pro football movie, even if its budget limitations show more on each successive viewing.


On Her Majesty's Secret Service: If this had starred Sean Connery it would have been the ultimate Bond movie; even without him, you can actually watch Lazenby grow into the part as the film goes on. And who else (spoiler alert!) could Bond marry but Diana Rigg? (As one critic said afterward to the producer, you killed the wrong person Cubby: you should have killed Bond and kept the girl!)


Paths of Glory: The film that put Kubrick on the map, it's actually three genres in one: the war movie, the courtroom movie, and an anti-capital punishment film, all shot with incredibly fluid camera moves.

Patton: Hollywood at its peak, only minutes before the lights went out in the 1970s.


Quadrophenia: It's hard to believe one of The Who's hardest rocking albums outlines the internal life of such a nerd of a character. That the film makes you care about him demonstrates that actor Phil Daniels and director Franc Roddam have succeeded in their roles. The film is also a reminder that American pop culture was so powerful in the 1950s that all of England's youth in the pre-hippie '60s would wrap itself around it, whether it's the Ivy League suits and Motown songs of the Mods, or the Brando biker culture of the Rockers.


Rope: A reminder that as a master technician, Hitchcock was surprisingly willing to experiment, often with excellent results. Hitch's first color movie; shot in multiple continuous takes; one of the definitive filmed plays.


The Sweet Smell of Success: The cat's in the bag, and the bag's in the river.

Star Wars: The movie that saved 1970s Hollywood.


2001: A Space Odyssey: The greatest science fiction film ever made, one that would inspire obsessive film buffs galore to raid their college libraries in search of every book on the film and Kubrick they could get their hands on to discover what the film was about and how it was made. (What--didn't you do that too?)

Der Untergang: AKA Downfall: a meditation on extraordinary popular delusions and the madness of National Socialism.

Vertigo: Hitchcock's dark masterpiece; like North By Northwest, it's also a time capsule of the day-to-day style and mores of its era.

Wall Street: Intended to be a potboiler on the evils of capitalism, but ironically deeply embraced by its intended target: I never met a person in the financial industry who couldn't quote whole paragraphs of dialogue from the film. Blue Horseshoe loves Anacot Steel.

X-15: Narration by Jimmy Stewart, Charles Bronson as a test pilot, Mary Tyler Moore as a pilot's wife, James Gregory as Mission Control--a fun early 1960s B-movie.

Young Frankenstein: Mel at his peak.

Zelig: One of the Woody's most impressive technical achievements. Flannery O'Conner once advised readers to "Push back against the age as hard as it pushes against you"; Woody's endlessly malleable titular character comically demonstrates the dangers of ignoring that advice.

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I've Got A Bad Feeling About This

Found via Christian Toto, a bootleg version of the newest Star Trek movie's trailer is online. And while the above headline is lifted from another long-running science fiction saga, I can't say I'm getting major whoaaaaa vibes from this latest attempt to jump start the House That Gene Built by boldly going "Where No Metrosexual Has Gone Before", as John Nolte writes.

Too Little, Too Late

Betsy Newmark writes that "Now that John McCain doesn't have to be the face of the Republican Party anymore, the Republicans have decided to take on McCain-Feingold restrictions on campaign financing."

As Victor Davis Hanson (whom I finally got to meet in person this past week) noted shortly before the election's conclusion:

For all practical purposes, public financing of the presidential general election is now dead. No Republican will ever agree to it again. No Democrat can ever again dare to defend a system destroyed by Obama. All future worries about the dangers of big money and big politics will fall on deaf ears.

Surely, there will come a time when the Democratic Party, whether for ethical or practical reasons, will sorely regret dismantling the very safeguards that for over three decades it had insisted were critical for the survival of the republic.

Today's Hollywood: He's Spartacus!

John Nolte writes on the New Hollywood Blacklist:

At least once a year we get a new narrative or documentary about the infamous Hollywood blacklist that forced a number of screenwriters out of the business or underground with the use of a pseudonym.
I included clips from a whole bunch of those annual Hollywood perennials in a Silicon Graffiti video back in July, which makes for a great double-feature with John's post. Speaking of which, here's more from John:
Most of these movies hit me as wish fulfillment fantasies with the filmmakers and their stars (George Clooney, Frank Darabont, Irwin Winkler, and on and on and on...) puffing out their chests to stridently declare that if they had been alive then that! never would've happened. Oh, no, they would have put their careers and livelihoods on the line to fight the good fight for the right to hold unpopular political beliefs without fear of retribution.

Well - here - we - are.

And where are you?

As John writes, they're too busy yelling, "Him, over there, He's Spartacus!"
Gray Lady Spurned

Back in 2004, Jay Nordlinger explored the many pros and surprisingly few cons of "Going Timesless":

Last fall, President Bush caused something of a scandal when he made an admission to Fox News's Brit Hume: He is not much of a newspaper-reader or TV-watcher; he prefers to get his news from his staff, with no opinion mixed in. For many people, this revelation was further proof that our president is a dolt, too abnormal to serve in that job.

I have an even more shocking revelation: Many people in this country don't read the New York Times, and by "people," I don't mean Ma and Pa, I mean major writers and journalists, plenty of whom live in Manhattan.

* * *

Many of these ex-Times readers can give you the exact year, or even the exact day, of their withdrawal. "Four years ago." "Nine years ago." "Last June." Quite a few seem to have quit the paper in recent years, since 9/11, and since the Jayson Blair scandal (he was the con artist who was a rising star at the Times), and since former editor Howell Raines's bizarre crusade against Augusta National Golf Club.
Today at Pajamas HQ, Kenneth Anderson offers "A Requiem for My New York Times Subscription."
Waitin' On A Friend

Bill Ayers admits that--surprise!--Obama was, in Ayers' own words, "a neighbor and family friend." Charles Johnson writes that "Whatever you think of Ayers, he played this one smart":

He stayed out of the news until Obama was safely elected, because he knew if he admitted the personal friendship, and expressed his real opinions about radicalizing students, reparations, abolishing prisons, etc., his relationship with Obama would--rightfully--become a major issue in the campaign. And he counted on the media not to investigate him.
And with ABC's post-election softball interview with Ayers now online, you don't need a Weatherman to know that the MSM will blow--especially during a presidential election.
Back And ±Z139 Frames To The Left

Even as science and common sense continue to dictate that Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone, Kathy Shaidle spots conspiracy buffs becoming ever more gnostic in their "analysis", obsessions, and, probably not surprisingly, their nomenclature.

The 21st Century's Answer To Stonehenge

The state of Western Civilization at the dawn of a new millennium summed up in a single photograph and caption.

(Paging Dr. Dalrymple--your next "Oh To Be In England" column awaits.)

Worse Than Detroit

As is obvious to many new car shoppers, Michael Barone notes that "Detroit Automakers a Relic of the Past":

The Detroit Three are taking advantage of the passage of the $700 billion financial bailout to argue that they, too, need government money to go on. But as Megan McArdle of The Atlantic argues, the finance firms are different. If credit coagulates, everyone suffers, while if the Detroit Three go bankrupt, their shareholders lose their stake, employee and retiree pay and benefits are cut, and real estate values go down in areas where the companies and their suppliers operate -- but life for most of us goes on.

McArdle, native of a similarly bedraggled industrial area (Upstate New York) and an Obama supporter, further argues that the capital invested in keeping the hulk of the Detroit Three operating pretty much as they are, unprofitably, will not be available to those whose startups could morph into the Microsofts and FedExes of the future. We don't know who today's Bill Gateses and Fred Smiths are, but markets sure have a better chance of finding them than the federal government.

My take? When in doubt, let Airplane be your guide:

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Update: The governor of South Carolina also appears to espouse the epistemology of Airplane.
Wendy, I'm Home!

[EDITOR'S NOTE: Insert obligatory "I'm Troy McClure, you may remember me from..." reference here, in hopes of winning back readership with ironic pop culture reference, since you've been offline for a week. Or make an even more ironic nested pop culture reference in the form of a completely unnecessary "Editor's Note", instead.]

Nina and I spent the week on the National Review post-election cruise. We departed Ft. Lauderdale on Saturday, and island hopped our way through Grand Turk Island, San Juan, St. Thomas, and Half Moon Cay before returning to Florida earlier today. (I'm actually still in D-FW airport as I write this. Hopefully I'm not jinxing my flight home by posting it too soon.)

As Jack Fowler, NR's publisher, noted during the first night's reception less than a week after the outcome of the 2008 presidential election, you've never seen a group of more cheerful and upbeat depressed people. Among the 700 or so(!) attendees, bitter clingers were in remarkably short supply.

The copious amounts of Hennessy flowing during the cigar and cognac nights didn't hurt.

Some random observations, in no particular order:


Fowler and Kathryn Jean Lopez are the hardest working publishers and editors in the word of new media outside of the immediate Pajamas Media organization. As Jonah Goldberg noted during one of the comedy nights, Mark Steyn is an agent of SPECTRE, apparently complete with a secret underground laboratory hidden miles below the verdant hills of New Hampshire. On the other hand, I doubt Blofeld issued many Christmas CDs. Rumors that Jonah wore his Star Fleet dress uniform to the first formal night are completely unsubstantiated. Or that he shouted "GENERAL ORDER 24, SCOTTY!" upon sight of St. Thomas. Scientists at Toastmasters will long be debating the power of the John O' Sullivan Maneuver (as named by Jim Geraghty) in public speechifying. If your audience is 85 to 99 percent conservative in its makeup, invoking seemingly unplanned praise of Sarah Palin is guaranteed to generate thunderous applause. Mitt Romney has the Hair of The Gods. As does Byron York. I'm worried that the man who wore his kilt to both formal nights is a closet Arlen Specter fan. Rob Long is officially the only conservative male in the United States to cop to taking yoga classes. Jay Nordlinger is as cheerful as his columns. David Fredoso is as intense as his. It's 3:00 in the morning. There's a public address system on the ship. What's the last thing you want to hear? John Mercer, the Trevor Howard-sound-a-like ship's captain casually announcing that one of the boilers had caught on fire. Fortunately, it was rapidly extinguished, but not before at least one passenger started wondering where he'd packed his sort of idealized version of the complete Renaissance man costume if we needed to hit the lifeboats quickly. Speaking of obscure Monty Python references, it was great to see the proprietor of Castle Argghhh onboard. When the boat returns to Florida, don't try getting off the boat without your room key card--or you'll risk winding up inside the jail in "Midnight Express." You'd think that the newest, sleekest ship in the Holland-America fleet would have an Internet connection more reliable than two coconuts and a string purchased from the San Juan Safeway. But you'd be wrong. Finally, to everyone who mentioned during the cruise that they've seen my blog or my videos, Thank You.
Back To Posting Shortly
By Ed Driscoll · November 15, 2008 10:13 AM ·

Took a sort of working vacation this past week--details to follow later today or tomorrow (I'm posting this between planes back to San Jose at the D-FW Admiral's Club). But sincere apologies for the lack of posts this week.

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