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An El Niño is one of Mother Nature’s ways of reminding us who’s in charge.

The complexities of just this gigantic process alone — which basically drives the planet’s climate — is proof of the idiocy and willful ignorance of those who think man’s puny effluents has anything serious to do with global warming/climate change.

It takes some reading, but this is clear and enlightening stuff from WattsUpWithThat.com, where GW BS gets debunked.

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Any excuse to post this, in the years to come.
  • Radley Balko’s Agitator blog is now hosted at the Huffington Post, so adjust your clicking accordingly.
  • Though my address bar is sad, at least this helped me learn that HuffPo’s 404 error involves crying Dawson, which I still find to be amazing.
  • I’ll always be on Monica’s side over Clinton’s…Even though the scandal taught this then-11-year-old homeschooler some new, exciting terms.
  • My new favorite facebook “like” — Weird Retro.
  • Maybe National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML) lobbyists are the only sort who are not going to hell. And the NORML one is very excited about progress in the fight for legalization.
  • Government doesn’t just compete with private charities inefficiency and with your stolen money, it actually elbows them out. Libertarians know this, lefties excuse it, right-wingers pretend it doesn’t happen, here in our free market paradise.
  • Hey, it’s my dad’s Steinbeck Kindle book, now with a much more legit-looking cover.
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  • “The Beatles are not merely awful, I would consider it sacrilegious to say anything less than that they are godawful. They are so unbelievably horrible, so appallingly unmusical, so dogmatically insensitive to the magic of the art, that they qualify as crowned heads of anti-music.” — William F. Buckley Jr, 1964.*
  • On jazz: “An idiotic little hammer knocks dryly  one, two, three, ten, twenty knocks. Then, like a clod of mud thrown into crystal-clear water, there is wild screaming, hissing, rattling, wailing, moaning, cackling. Bestial cries are heard: neighing horses, the squeal of a brass pig, crying jackasses, amorous quacks of a monstrous toad…this excruciating medley of brutal sounds is subordinated to a barely perceptible rhythm. Listening to this screaming music for a minute or two, one conjures up an orchestra of madmen, sexual maniacs, led by a man-stallion beating time with an enormous phallus.”– Maxim Gorky, 1928@
  • “If you would have your son soft, womanish, unclean, smooth-mouth, affected to bawdry, scurrility, filthy rimes, and unseemly talking; briefly if you would have him, as it were, transnatured into a woman or worse, and inclined to all kinds of whoredom abomination, set him to dancing school and to learn music, and than you shall not fail at your purpose. And if you would have your daughter riggish, bawdry and unclean, and a filthy speaker and suchlike, bring her up in music and dancing and my life for yours, you have won the goal.”– Phillip Stubbes, 1583#
  • Supposedly from a list of Nazi prohibitions on jazz (the music itself was not entirely banned, but rather it had to be proper sort of jazz): “5) strictly prohibited is the use of instruments alien to the German spirit (so-called cowbells, flexatone, brushes, etc.) as well as all mutes which turn the noble sound of wind and brass instruments into a Jewish-Freemasonic yowl (so-called wa-wa, hat, etc.);”–Rest over here at The Atlantic.
  • “If you don’t thrill to Mr. Kinkade’s magnificent landscapes of bridges, cottages, streams, and profusely blooming gardens, all glowing in light from sun, moon, or lamp, you are probably a member of the sniveling ‘art establishment.’ Mr. Kinkade eschewed the nihilism, obscenity, and utter nonsense of modern “art” in favor of truth and beauty.”– Becky Akers, Lew Rockwell blog.

And this particularly sad one:

  • “I had not come to be their guest that night; for, it being New Year’s Day, several of the neighbors were met together to divert themselves by dancing country dances. By the advice of my companions I went in amongst them whilst a woman was dancing a jig. At my first entrance I endeavored to shew the folly of such entertainments, and to convince her how well pleased the devil was at every step she took. For some time she endeavored to outbrave me; neither the fiddle nor she desisted; but at last she gave over, and the musician laid aside his instrument…Christ triumphed over Satan. All were soon put to silence…”– George Whitefield, 1740#

Bonus points for several hilariously paleo quotes about culture that my friend Ricardo has written on my facebook.

Anyone else have any favorites?

(H/T *The Deceleration of Independents, #:A Renegade History of the United States, @QI)

John Payne, executive director of Show Me Cannabis Regulation would like everyone, including people who are pro-legalization, to stop acting like the topic is an excuse to make jokes about Cheetos.

Yes, jokes can be found in all subjects, and allies doing it is less offensive than when the president brushes legalization questions off with a stoner joke, but the point still stands. This issue is finally, almost, something legitimate to discuss after only a trillion dollars, 50,000 dead Mexicans, militarized SWAT teams, and scores of thousands of arrested Americans. We get it, the munchies, LOL, so funny.

Payne:

This policy is killing thousands of people abroad, eroding our civil liberties by ransacking our homes and suffocating free speech, and creating a permanent underclass of people who have been convicted of nothing more than possessing a plant. I can think of no other domestic policy in the United States today that does so much damage and all in the name of a policy that has been entirely ineffective at preventing people from using marijuana.

When most politically-engaged Americans start to think of cannabis prohibition in these terms, the laughter will stop, and newscasters will stop showing B-roll of people taking bong rips every time they interview a cannabis law reformer. The consequences of cannabis prohibition are deadly serious, and it is time that this issue moves from the periphery of our political discourse to front and center.

The whole thing here.

Previous heroics on the subject: Penn Jillete’s delicious rant about Obama not taking the issues seriously, this video response to hack extraordinaire Kal Penn’s winking video that urged stoners to vote Obama, Michael C. Moynihan, omsbudsmaning on Red Eye, reminding a former prosecutor/bimbo that the drug war is terrible and wrong.

  • Uuuuuuuugh. 
  • This photo is so hard to look at.
  • “Surreal” is right, I’m cringing, which may not be entirely rational.
  • Over at The Atlantic, Conor Friedersdorf has a fascinating look at the War on Terror as filtered through a 2003 highschool textbook.
  • The extremely talented Jim Epstein of Reason TV would like to remind us all that prices matter, yo. Check out his new piece “Oklahoma Doctors vs. Obamacare.”
  • The extremely talented MY DAD wrote this here Kindle book on John Steinbeck’s Travels With Charley fraud. Go, read, marvel at the Bill Steigerwaldness of it all.
  • The CIA has no privacy, you definitely have no privacy.
  • And privacy is important.
  • Good music actually comes from Pittsburgh. Even good, countrified  killing your abusive husband-style music.
  • Remember when I said I didn’t care about there being more females, or diversity-tastic folks in government? Here’s a much better summary of that feeling.
  • You should always read Tony Pierce’s endearing, Bukowski-ish Bus Blog, but let’s generally agree with him that The New York Post is awful for having such a lede. Bad, bad people.