I still think subsidizing the crap out of coal-to-liquids is pretty incredibly idiotic for a lot of reasons, among them the simple idea that it would probably be actually wiser to just burn the coal for electricity and use the carbon sequestration technology which we've been assured is going to be a cakewalk.
But I don't have time to go into that right now, so I'm taking a shortcut here. I've also apparently created the impression that this issue is the only one that really gets me bile flowing. Not remotely true. This administration's _ and a large part of the populace's _ willingness to embrace torture makes me incredibly scared and sad and angry in a Charlton Heston in Planet of the Apes way and shit like this was one of the reasons I thought Bush would be an incredibly dangerous president as far back as 1999.
So without further ado, my shorthand denouncement of coal-to-liquids subsidies, expressed here with the help of yet another reference to The Music Man.
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Wednesday, May 30, 2007
My Irish is up
I was totally planning on making this a post about shit that pissed me off, but Blogger crashed my Firefox earlier today and I had to go to Madison Square Park to lie down and look at the trees and sky and think calming thoughts.
Then when I came back, I wanted to start with the phrase you see there in the headline, and it occurred to me that what this internet really needs is site where one can go to research outdated vernacular, an urban dictionary of anachronisms. Where else would any confused readers go if I made repeated reference to my Irish (or dander, I can never choose) being in a constant state of alertness. It would also come in handy while reading Mark Twain, Gregory Newton Peck or usenet forums debating the use of Jeely Cly vs. Great Honk in The Music Man.
So what was it that pissed me off so much? I'll leave it for another time. But if you want to do some directed reading, go here and circle all the cardinal sins of the Bush administration as you encounter them, then go here and see how long you can go without feeling the need to pour yourself a stiff drink.
(Grist started all this.)
Then when I came back, I wanted to start with the phrase you see there in the headline, and it occurred to me that what this internet really needs is site where one can go to research outdated vernacular, an urban dictionary of anachronisms. Where else would any confused readers go if I made repeated reference to my Irish (or dander, I can never choose) being in a constant state of alertness. It would also come in handy while reading Mark Twain, Gregory Newton Peck or usenet forums debating the use of Jeely Cly vs. Great Honk in The Music Man.
So what was it that pissed me off so much? I'll leave it for another time. But if you want to do some directed reading, go here and circle all the cardinal sins of the Bush administration as you encounter them, then go here and see how long you can go without feeling the need to pour yourself a stiff drink.
(Grist started all this.)
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