Outside the Asylum
Los Angeles Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa isn’t a particularly noteworthy fellow in his own right. Despite serving as the mayor of the Nation’s second-largest city, Villaraigosa is a virtual unknown outside Democratic Party flacks and pro-illegal alien hate groups.
Welcome to Chicago, the Brady Campaign’s idea of Utopia. Chicago’s city authorities have tried desperately to restrict gun ownership by every means at their disposal. And what an idyllic paradise Chicago has become as a result — provided you ignore all the violent crime.
Let me be clear on this: I still don’t care about Mitt Romney’s tax returns. In fact, I don’t think anyone actually cares about Romney’s tax returns. The effort to make Romney’s returns an issue is transparent political gamesmanship — nothing more.
I never miss a chance to visit the gun show. Whether I’m in the market for a new addition or not, I gladly fork over my 8 bucks and wander through the room, adding items to my internal wish list and internally smiling at items I suspect are left off almost everyone’s wish list.
In selecting Representative Paul Ryan (R-Wis.), presumptive Republican Presidential nominee Mitt Romney sent a message to the Tea Party and increasingly libertarian wing of the GOP that their voices would be heard.
Following Olympic victory, gymnast Gabby Douglas took to Twitter: “Let all that I am praise the LORD; may I never forget the good things he does for me.” Gabby shared the breathless joy that can only exist in triumphant youth. And then, all hell broke loose.
Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid should have stuck to the liberal trifecta: greed, graft and hypocrisy. Instead, Reid has once again stuck his glowering mug into the main event; attacking the tone of the national discourse like a cinematic axe-murderer at a camp for wayward teenagers in small clothing. Last Tuesday, Reid took an unsubstantiated shot at Mitt Romney.
The sign hanging below the roadside marquee in front of Gaster Lumber and Hardware reads: “I built this business without gov’t help. Obama can kiss my ass.” I might have phrased it differently, but I can’t argue with Gaster’s sentiment.
Being the charitable sort of fellow I am, I thought I might take a moment to offer a bit of advice to the forces that have rather loudly arrayed themselves against the glowering evil that is one of the largest purveyors of not-so-fine food in the country.
Sally Ride passed away Monday at the relatively young age of 61. Ride, who exemplified American exceptionalism as much as anyone ever did, was a rare breed even among her spectacularly intelligent peers in the world of astrophysicists.