Video Meliora, proboque; Deteriora sequor

Saw a bumpersticker the other day that said, "Don't Believe Everything You Think". I believe I'll have to think about that one.
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I liked this photo via Barbara Nicolosi of her trip to Spain of this guy taking a cigarette break. He hangs out in the square of Santiago Del Compostello dressed like St. James the Apostle and poses for pictures with the tourists for tips.
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The temptation to snark is always with me, especially where the Kos-a-nostras are concerned. For example, I recently tried to imagine how it would be if one of the conventioneers live-blogged the Yearlykos convention:

4:35pm: Arrive at the Las Vegas hotel and the room isn't ready. Front desk apologizes, says the maid will be there shortly. So the front desk is in on this too? An obvious Bush attempt to ruin the experience of Kos-goers. Sickening. The right wing conspiracy is powerful but will not triumph.

5:15pm: Finally able to get in the room. I tell the maid I'm for raising the minimum wage.

5:42pm: After donning my "Buck Fush!" shirt I head out to the lobby in hopes of seeing my hero. He served our country you know unlike those chickens--t hawks...

But I really don't want to turn into an anti-anti-Bush person to the extent that's possible. There's a tissue-thin difference between merely savoring their foilbles and being mean-spirited and patronizing and I constantly aerate that border. So how does one appreciate and honor the loony left? Perhaps by calling them artists, medieval craftsmen? So writes Joseph Bottum here.
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The Drudge Report seems a bit lame compared to say five or ten years ago. Here are some recent headlines that seem remarkably news-free: "Redford Joins Climate Fight..." / "Progressives Gather in DC" / "DNC Chairman Dean: Rove Has Real Sin...". All of these are dog-bites-man stories.
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Thought I'd take this opportunity to include a little story my wife experienced many years ago. (Originally posted as a comment on Jeff Culbreath's blog.) She (hereafter referred to as "S.") lived on a farm and one of the cows had a bull calf which was raised around the milk cows & around people and so didn't have a fear of people. Started getting bigger and became real protective of the herd. So S. goes out and the cow had had a calf and didn't want to come in to the barn to get milked, so she took a hollow pipe with her, about 18inches long, 2 1/2 inches in diameter just to be on the safe side since sometimes mothers are a little protective of the calf. The pipe probably saved her life as a Mennonite farmer only two weeks later and less than five miles away got gored in the spine and died.

The 3,000 lb bull was in the barn. The cow and calf were in a 5 or 10 acre field, surrounded by an electric fence, and about 2/3rds of the way in. She checks the bull and he is totally unconcerned with her as she walks out of the barn. Doesn't even look at her. Walks half-way out and happens to look at the barn and sees the bull in the doorway who is beginning to bellow and move his head from side to side. He's got a bead on her and starts coming towards her. She had about as much acreage to cover to get back to safety as he had to get to her.

The bull charged her and she did a smart thing in hindsight. She started charging him, waving her arms and screaming. He stopped dead in his tracks. Then he starts up again, though more slowly. When he gets there she clubs him on the nose with the pipe and he backs away and shakes his head. She takes a step to the side, toward the fence. She does this over and over, each time making her way closer to the fence. Then it started raining and she dropped the pipe! She retrieved it, which was almost beneath the brute's legs. She continued smacking him on the snout until she got under the electric fence, receiving a jolt herself. He followed and bellowed at her the whole way as she walked around the fence...
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And finally, my sis-in-law offers this visual joke: