Monthly Archives: April 2011

Today in Superhero Politics…

Way to go, Obama and the Democrats. And the Republicans. Now we’ve lost Superman:

Superman has started a stir with a declaration in the new issue of “Action Comics” that he intends to renounce his U.S. citizenship because he’s tired of his actions being construed as instruments of U.S. policy.

The folks at D.C. explained:

News of the Superman decision has drawn critical comments in blogs and online forums, but DC Comics says it not about criticizing the U.S. In fact, the publisher says, the Man of Steel remains as American as apple pie, baseball and small-town life.

“Superman is a visitor from a distant planet who has long embraced American values,” DC’s co-publishers Jim Lee and Dan DiDio said Thursday in a statement. “As a character and an icon, he embodies the best of the American Way.”

In other words, he hasn’t left the U.S. The U.S. has left him.

On To the Even Bigger Obama Scandals…

Now that President Obama has apparently released his long-form birth certificate and thus demonstrated his willingness to respond to whatever accusation has got the crazies riled up, I think it’s time for us to press the issue on an even bigger Obama scandal.

I’m talking, of course, about his socialist/communist leanings, his coddling of left-wing dictators, and most damning of all, the Joseph Stalin tattoo on his left testicle.

Think about it, people: The Whitehouse has NEVER released photos of President Obama’s left testicle. In fact, in all the years Barack Hussein Obama has been in the public eye on the national level, the LEFTIST NEWS MEDIA has never once shown us a picture of Obama’s left testicle or interviewed people who’ve seen it. And despite the surprisingly large number of results when you Google “Obama’s left testicle”, I was unable to find ANY pictures of his left testicle anywhere on the internet, even after several MINUTES of searching.

Clearly, if Barack Hussein Obama wants to demonstrate that his Presidency is not a USURPATION, he MUST show the world his LEFT testicle. Otherwise it proves he loves Joseph Stalin.

Your move, Barack.

It’s a Fake!

It was produced in Area 51 by the aliens who are taking over the world by using the UN to destroy democracy in an evil plot that is being fought against by agents of the Pope who is using the Democratic Party to shift Papal agents into the United States as illegal Mexicans so he can surround Area 51 in Nevada and bring the green alien menace to an end using his Papal brown aliens in a coordinated plan which is itself being thwarted by Obama, who himself is one of these aliens, which is why all of his documents are false and why he spent $20 million to hide them, which are actually stored in Area 51 which Jan Brewer knows about, but she is afraid to do anything about, since she knows how powerful the green aliens are and is afraid of them, but has been duped into stopping the brown aliens being brought in by the Pope because she is just a pawn being used by both sides.

You are all sheeple because you can’t see something so obvious as this.

Now, where’s my goal-post shovel?

Paper Books Becoming More Expensive

Here’s a fun fact:

The free market, combined with poorly written computer algorithms, means you might have to pay $23,698,655.93 (plus $3.99 shipping) for a book about flies at Amazon. Read all about it at Michael Eisen’s blog it is NOT junk.

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Windypundit: Now With Less Libertarianism!

That’s right, from now on, Windypundit will have considerably less libertarian content. No, it’s not that I’ve converted to mainstream politics. It’s just that from now on, I’ll be posting most of my libertarian rants over at the new Nobody’s Business blog.

The original Nobody’s Business blog was created by Rogier van Bakel, and named after Peter McWilliams’s wonderful book Ain’t Nobody’s Business if You Do: The Absurdity of Consensual Crimes in a Free Society. Rogier ran it for years, but lately he’s been having trouble keeping fresh content on the home page. Meanwhile, I’d been thinking of starting a new multi-author libertarian-ish blog for a while, but first that meant I’d have to find other libertarian-ish authors. One day, Rogier and I got to talking, and we realized there was a solution to both our problems.

Soon thereafter, we roped California criminal defense lawyer Rick Horowitz into our mad scheme. He’s still exploring his libertarian urges, but unlike pundits like me, he actually gets out there and takes on the leviathon in its lair on behalf of his clients.

We’ve got plans to recruit a few more authors to the blog, and we’re not loving everything about the new blog design (which is mostly due to my iffy design skills and unfamiliarity with WordPress), but we went live a few weeks ago and have been posting new stuff pretty regularly. Here’s some of the latest:

So drop on by, check us out, and say hello.

Wife and Cat Update

My wife is out of surgery and resting in her room at the hospital. All went very well. The surgeon was able to do the whole procedure using the robot, which means they made only a few small holes, so she’s expected to bounce back pretty quickly.

I’m at home for a few minutes to check on Dozer the cat. He seems to be getting a bit better. He’s still weak, but I don’t think he’s in pain. He’s been feeding himself, and he gets up and walks around a bit. If this keeps up, I’ll probably take him back to the vet to try to figure out how best to care for him.

My wife and I are now both really glad we didn’t agree to let the emergency vet euthanize him. I think the lesson here is that we should keep in mind that an emergency vet is for emergencies. As soon as they told us there was no immediate emergency, we should have just left and taken him to the regular vet the next day.

And yes, I’m a little less angry at the world.

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Not Feeling That Easter Spirit

No, I’m not having a Happy Easter. My wife has major surgery tomorrow, and my cat is dying. I’m not exactly feeling God’s love right now.

I don’t want to go into too much detail out of respect for her privacy, but my wife’s medical problem is not at all life threatening. She’s just got a body part that is starting to cause her some pain, and tomorrow a surgeon will go in and fix it. Then she’ll recover from the surgery and not be in pain any more. Our biggest concern is whether the procedure can be done without the need to open a large wound, which will affect her recovery time.

The relative ease with which my wife will get through this, however, is due to her good fortune at having been born at this point in human history. A hundred years ago, this would have been very dangerous surgery, probably not worth doing. And for the 250,000 or so years of human existence prior to that, anyone who had this condition would simply have to endure years of pain until they died.

The cat is a different story. When we came home on Friday night, we found our Ragdoll cat, Dozer, having some kind of seizure. When it was over, he seemed pretty beat up, so we took him to an emergency vet. They checked him out a bit and came up with three possible diagnoses: brain tumor, heart problem throwing clots to the brain, or a metabolic problem like renal failure. It would cost $1000 to $1500 to find out what the problem was, and only the last of the problems might be curable, and even then it wouldn’t last long in a 17-year-old cat.

The other option they offered us was euthanasia, with different pricing options for disposal of the remains.

My wife and I agreed that a ton of pointless medical care was not the answer, but we weren’t about to euthanize Dozer either, not without a chance to say goodbye. So we told them we weren’t going to take either of their options, and we took him home.

Essentially, we’ve chosen home hospice care for our cat. We’re going to take care of him and make him comfortable. And when we think he’s gone on as far as he can without suffering, we’ll take him back to the vet one last time.

All of this is buzzing around in my head this weekend, along with the lyrics to “Born This Way,” which I’ve been listening to thanks to the Weird Al v.s. Lady Gaga kerfuffle. And since Weird Al pointed out that it’s “an earnest human rights anthem,” I actually paid attention to the lyrics. Here are a few lines:

My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars

She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir

“There’s nothin’ wrong with lovin’ who you are”
She said, “‘Cause he made you perfect, babe”
“So hold your head up, girl and you you’ll go far,
listen to me when I say”

I’m beautiful in my way,
‘Cause God makes no mistakes
I’m on the right track, baby
I was Born This Way

In these lines, Lady Gaga is making the argument that if you believe in God — at least the Christian version of God — then you shouldn’t worry that there’s something wrong with you just because you are different from other people. Whether it’s your skin color or your sexual identity, you were born that that way because God made you that way. As a creation of God, you are as worthy and good as any other person. Because God made us, we are all superstars.

It’s an uplifting message, and if you’re a minority child in an all-white school, or a young man who’s worried about they way he feels when he looks at other men, it’s a message you may benefit from hearing. God made you too, and you’re every bit the equal of every other person.

But, I began to wonder in my dark mood, what if the thing that makes you different is somewhat less benign than skin color or sexual identity. What if it’s something that is rather more physiological and objectively undesireable? What if what makes you different is that you have Huntington’s disease? Or congenital heart problems? Or cystic fibrosis?

I’m not saying you can’t hold your head up and be proud of who you are. Of course you can. You may still be on the right track, and you may still go far. However, contra Lady Gaga, God did not make you perfect. And if God makes no mistakes, then what the hell kind of sadistic fuck of a God gives cystic fibrosis to babies?

I used cystic fibrosis as an example for a reason. It’s a congenital defect, something you’re born with, so even in the cosmic sense, you can’t have done anything to deserve it. Also, when cystic fibrosis was first diagnosed, and for all of human history before that, it killed most babies before their first birthday. Nowadays, medical science extends the life of cystic fibrosis patients a little bit further every year, with the current predicted age somewhere in the mid-30s. God was killing babies for thousands of generations. It took humans to save them.

Truth be told, I’m also pretty angry about the cat. Dozer is a big, lovable, loving bundle of fluff, and he’s seen me through some tough times, including the deaths of my parents. And all he wants in return is food, sleep, and petting. At the end of the day, when I sit down to watch some television, he hops up on the couch and snuggles up next to me. I pet him, and he purrs. We have a system that works.

I’ve always known he wouldn’t be around forever, but I was kind of hoping he’d just go peacefully in his sleep. Instead, I’m supposed to believe that our loving, omnipotent God has decided to torture him with convulsions.

What kind of God kills babies and tortures kitties? No wonder I’m not a very religious person.

Happy Easter, motherfuckers.

Update: I’m a bit less angry at the world.