When the cocktail hour comes before lunch, that’s a real problem.
If Biden gets into the contest, his wave function will collapse and it’s not going to be a happy time for him. He’s as stale as Hillary (and staleness is very bad) and doesn’t quite have the malodorous appeal that Sanders has to the infantile base. But the White House approves of Biden speculation, otherwise it would go away along with Biden. So he’s possibly their stalking horse, but for whom?
“Ex-Chicago public schools chief to plead guilty in contract kickback scheme.”
As I like to say, there are some people who think they are above the law, like Eliot Spitzer and this woman, and then there are those who can prove it, like the Clintons.
It was a horrible weekend in New Paltz. A fifteen-year-old, a student at the high school, committed suicide. I don’t know her parents, but I ache at the very thought of their agony. Suicidal ideation is something I don’t pretend to understand. What sets it off, especially in a kid, is a mystery. It tears friends and families apart, that much I know.
The three people I’ve known who killed themselves each left gaping holes in the lives of others, including my own.
When I was in college I had a friend, Mike, who I worked with one night a week for several hours, sitting side by side at a table, attending to the layout of a newspaper. He was a great guy and a good friend. A few years later we had a very minor confrontation over something. I forget what. We remained friends, but the closeness of our friendship ended.
Many years later, when I got in touch with a mutual friend, he told me in a matter of fact way that Mike had done the carbon monoxide thing in his car in his garage. Something about a failed marriage. And it still hurts when I think about it. Maybe if we had stayed close he could have called me and I might have talked him out of it. That’s how friends and family think about such things.
So, first, don’t do it. Don’t let those thoughts take you over. Turn to someone. Turn to God. Think about your friends and those who love you. Shake it off, pull yourself out of it, and live.
My recommendation to people interested in what happened, in the sense of how this man stepped out of his isolation and alienation to murder nine people, is to keep following the story after it falls out of the big media news cycles.
The authorities so far (next day) are being a bit closed mouth about the details. Chris Mercer was obviously not your routine 26-year-old, so the question remains as to what it was that sucked him down into the vortex of a compulsion to kill as many people as he could.
I followed the case of James Holmes (the mass killer in the Aurora, Colorado movie theater shooting) well beyond the initial media uproar, and wonder how many people learned that Holmes had been seeing a University of Colorado psychologist and that he had, in fact, threatened her. She knew he was dangerous and reported it to university officials, but when he was dumped out of the university neuroscience program and out of the university itself, there was no indication at all that the university told local police that Holmes was a threat.
In other words, Holmes had been in the mental health net, but he didn’t slip through it. He was tossed out of it. The university was hoping to be rid of him, and that was that.
So, follow the story beyond the immediate horizon. You can do that by continuing to do Google searches on it when it starts to disappear from the national media. You’ll get the local, regional, and state news reports.
I don’t expect the Mercer case to resemble the Holmes case, but I do expect that there will be a lot more to his story than will be caught in the current avalanche of coverage. And that having an intelligent discussion of his case and the problem of mass shootings will be impossible without those details.
Hillary has already taken this email episode well beyond the horizon of common sense. It is her persistence at it that puts on display the realm of the grifter and confidence man, who must play the mark’s common sense out beyond its alarms without setting them off. Even as she fails at that, she keeps going. This kind of training comes from where?
There won’t be another. When Stengel was in the dugout and Yogi was behind the plate for the Yanks, that was more baseball genius in one place than before or since. Yogi’s ten World Series rings, his three MVP awards, and his personal honor, and his good natured and remarkable wit, are testimony to a baseball career and a life that kept him in the hearts and minds of Americans for almost seventy years.
God bless you Yogi.
…that political correctness is the Left’s sharia law.
Andrew McCarthy explains the latter.
When I was in my mid-twenties, my friend Bobby G. said to me, “every time I see you, you look desperate, you have desperation in your eyes.” He was trying to tell me to calm the &%$# down. It was a general theme of the time. One was supposed to be “mellow.” And “mellow out” was a frequent admonition. It wasn’t my style and I used to mock that line by saying of someone who had recently died that he had “mellowed out.”
Later, in an adjoining era, another friend who was a frequent guest at “perpetual dusk,” as he called my loft down by Chinatown in Manhattan, loved to complain that I expended ninety percent of the day’s energy in the first ten minutes of the day. Actually, what he was really saying was that I expended ninety percent of the energy that he would expend in a day during the first ten minutes. I was prone to ramping up my energy throughout the day.
Back to when I was a student journalist, editing the campus newspaper, I had a friend who had great natural talent as a cartoonist. Not words, but images. So I was always over at his place going through his notebooks and asking what he had for me. Eventually he said, “you’re the most demanding person I’ve ever known.” He didn’t quite mean it as a compliment. But the horrible thing is that I was probably the last person who saw his work the way I saw it and hence the last person to ever demand any art from him at all. See how it works?
When I wrote the novel Corpse in Armor, the first draft took three months. It was the best time I’ve ever had as a writer. I loved every minute of it. It was the year that followed, the re-writing and editing and production of the novel that I described as like dragging a barge across dry land.
But if you’re wondering why the sequel has never come, that’s another story. Corpse scared me because even before it came out, parts of it started to happen in real life. When I was writing it I kept asking myself whether I was going too far. Five years later it’s obvious that I didn’t go far enough. I told another writer, a friend who has been at it his entire life, that in the past two years I’ve completely revised my understanding of history and politics, and it’s the greatest revision I’ve ever experienced. Greater, far greater, than my transition from Left liberalism to being a conservative. Not to mention far more frightening than anything I captured in Corpse. More about that another time, maybe.
A long note to the self-deluding environmental religionists.
“Question: What is ‘PC’?”
Diana West. If you haven’t read her book, “American Betrayal,” you need to do that ASAP.
…at the six-story condominium apartment building WITH an adjoining hotel that’s being proposed for the Pit, the hole in the downtown donut that sits behind the village hall.
No, that most assuredly wouldn’t “fundamentally transform” the downtown village core. No more than, say, building an 18,000 seat NHL arena in the park that runs along North Front and sits behind Huguenot Street would change the sense of things in the historic district.
The solution to development of the Pit is the same as the solution to the Millbrook Preserve. The village should buy it from its owner and then leave it alone.
The Pit isn’t just an empty space. It’s integral to the unique organic design of the magnificent, classical, small-town downtown of the Village of New Paltz. Think of the village core as rotating around the Pit. As I said in a previous item here, the Pit gives the downtown its three-dimensionality and its illusion of size. The Pit, like time, is what keeps everything from happening at once.
New Paltz will change. The downtown will change. But it must not be ruined. The Pit is a small piece of open space that no one thinks about, most of the time, but it does a very big and essential job.
P.S. I have no problem with a hotel, by the way. Maybe the owner of the car wash on 32 North, across from My Market, would sell that property to a developer. A condo-apartment building, however, needs to be tucked away. Maybe North or South Putt has a site.
…that comes to my mind…
About Jeb Bush: “No.”
About Hillary Clinton: “W O N D E R F U L !”
The Hispanic Cindy Sheehan.
Later: Hold on a sec. Mother Sheehan might not be that good a fit for Jorge. How about Medea Benjamin? She has more verve, and is a good Fidelista (or was; she did move back to the U.S. after her romantic relocation to Havana).
The first word that comes to voters’ minds about Hillary?
Number one was “liar.”
Second was “dishonest.”
Third was “untrustworthy.”
Well, that’s something to build on.
I haven’t seen stand-up comedy like that since Alan King did the Ed Sullivan Show.