There, Now That Wasn’t So Bad, Was It?

By , April 27, 2011 8:41 am

Obama finally releases his long-form birth certificate (here’s the short form).

We do not have time for this kind of silliness,” Obama said. “We’ve got better stuff to do.”

Like releasing your college transcripts?

Save your breath. I’m not a birther. I am someone who wants to know why the man who leads this country is so unwilling to let his followers know who he is. I also want to know why the press has let him get away with it for so long. His stonewalling and their enabling–now that’s silliness.

UPDATE: The “silliness” continues as The Smoking Gun kicks the ball back into play. What Obama could have learned from the Nixon White House.

Apparently, It’s Not What A Law Firm Does However

By , April 25, 2011 11:22 am

Paul Clement 1, King & Spaulding 0.

Defending unpopular clients is what lawyers do.

Brazil Must Be Doing Something Right

By , April 25, 2011 10:57 am

Greenpeace activists mark the 25th anniversary of Chernobyl with a puff of orange smoke in front of BNDES, Brazil’s development bank, to get it to suspend financing of the Angra 3 nuclear plant.

All the coal miners who’ve died in mining accidents were unavailable for comment.

Turns Out He Meant It

By , April 24, 2011 3:22 pm

Christ at Emmaus

One of them recoils
One buries his head in the Lord’s broad lap.

What would you do
if, mid-meal, light suddenly broke
from a body rather like your own

and a stranger suddenly became
in very flesh the friend you mourned?

You would be shocked, no doubt — horror,
amazement, joy, dismay competing,
no words available for the occasion.

You might embrace him, weeping, or grasp instead at some shred
of rationality while your pupils
contracted and your heart beat in your throat.

It might be harder than you think
to give up three days’ mourning,
memories already being edited and arranged.

The story had seemed complete.
Having a tale to tell, you might already
have found a way to tell it whole,
rich with mystery, rounded and
resonant with meaning.

You might have been ready
to go back home, tired of all that wandering,
ready to sit at the lakeside and take up
the nets again, writing a little, keeping
your counsel, sharing a parable now and then
with those who had seen him once,
who remembered the picnic on the hillside —
all that bread and fish.

You would have had to give up yet again
what you thought you had a right to claim.
Turns out he meant it — the promise
you’d already begun to turn to metaphor.

Here in dazzling flesh, leaning back
to let himself be seen, he leaves them no choice
but to lay aside sweet sorrow and cancel all their plans
for the aftermath.

from Drawn to the Light: Poems on Rembrandt’s Religious Paintings by Marilyn Chandler McEntyre.

He Is Risen

By , April 24, 2011 3:00 pm

The Best Part is the Bumper Stickers Rant

By , April 23, 2011 8:07 am

Another without comment:

More Walter Russell Mead on Brazil

By , April 22, 2011 9:26 am

As I say below, this time Brazil’s resurgence is for real. So does Walter Russell Mead, with lots of qualifiers. His analysis is obviously much more in depth than mine–I based mine largely on a YouTube video, for heck’s sake. An interesting read.

What Kind of Bargaining Rights Does a Hostage Have?

By , April 21, 2011 8:33 pm

NLRB tells Boeing to stay put.

Anything you say, comrade.

Just When You Thought It Was Safe to Flip On the Light Switch

By , April 21, 2011 10:20 am

Hey, I have an idea!

Let’s bring back the good old incandescent light bulb.

We knew this, didn’t we? And we were already upset about burning out our last incandescent light bulb, weren’t we? There ought to be a law of (obvious) unintended consequences.

At Least Someone’s Interested in Controlling Inflation

By , April 21, 2011 10:07 am

Brazil’s Central Bank raises its interest rate 0.25% to 12% out of fear of losing control of inflation. And the usual suspects cry foul.

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