More Mark SteynI decided to take a break from work this afternoon and do some pleasure reading. I went over to Mark's site and poked around and found some great articles I hadn't read. Some of these have been up for a while so if you've already read them... good for you, I've been busy.
The Chap on Duty is a nice reminder of bad time past for those who are bitching about the state of the world economy at the moment and a very interesting reflection of a time in Britain that most British historians will likely skip over.
In the seventies if you opened The Times (when the print tin ions weren't on strike) or watched the BBC news (when the miners weren't on strike and the government hadn't ordered the TV to close down mid-evening to conserve electricity), it was a parade of eminences from strange, unlovely acronyms such as ASLEF and SOGAT and NATSOPA and NACODS being received by the prime minister as if they were heads of state, which in a sense they were.
Keep scrolling down and at least read the next one entitled "The Marrying Kind". It is both interesting and quite funny.
Two years ago, a judge ruled that he'd laundered thousands of dollars and his church had swindled one and a half million out of Marsha Jones, a one-time South American movie star and Detroit hood's moll who changed her name to Virginia Hill in honor of Bugsy Siegel's squeeze. Poor old Virginia could handle the mobsters but got taken to the cleaners by the Mormons.
Exit Strategy begins with the following paragraph and just gets "funny if it weren't true" funnier the farther it goes. As big a mess as our government is in I believe the Canadians are way ahead of us.
The Liberal Party of Canada isn't the catchiest name for a Quebec biker gang. On the other hand, it's no more clunkily uncool than, say, the Rock Machine or any of the province's other biker gangs. The Liberal party is certainly a machine and it's proving harder to crack than most rocks, and it's essentially engaged in the same activities as the other biker gangs: the Grits launder money; they enforce a ruthless code of omerta when fainthearted minions threaten to squeal; they threaten to whack their enemies; they keep enough cash on hand in small bills of non-sequential serial numbers to be able to deliver suitcases with a couple hundred grand hither and yon; and they sluice just enough of the folding stuff around law enforcement agencies to be assured of co-operation. The Mounties Musical Ride received $3 million from the Adscam funds, but, alas, the RCMP paperwork relating to this generous subsidy has been, in keeping with time-honoured Liberal book-keeping practices, inadvertently lost.
Disclaimer: If you are easily offended do not click on the next two links. On the other hand, if you have a sense of humor click on one or the other (they go to the same place) only after making any calls of nature that may become urgent while rolling on the floor laughing. You have been warned.
separate but Unequal should have been titled from the first line "How many gays does it take to change a lightbulb?" I know that usually in the print media the author does not title his own piece. I don't know if that is the case with Mark and the Western Standard. The article is a hoot and reminds us that it isn't just the US media that is out of the mainstream.
We need professional help is another analysis of a series of events in Canada and how the press reported them. Worth a read.
when one guy--known to everyone in the neighbourhood as the ne plus ultra of angry white loners--manages to kill four Mounties, that's not a tragedy but an operational fiasco. Or, as my colleague Colby Cosh put it on his website, Canadian policing's greatest tactical clusterf--.
The same day as the killings, I saw a picture in the Montreal Gazette--a fireman bearing a sooty blackened baby from the wreckage of a home in Saskatoon. It--the home and the baby--belonged to Jennifer Bowron and her common-law husband Mike. Newspaper reports seemed unable to establish Mike's last name, and indeed seemed remarkably uncurious about his role in the proceedings. The fire started just before nine on a Thursday morning, and Jennifer and Mike immediately leapt out of a second-storey window. Jennifer went next door to call 911, and her neighbour asked, where were the three kids--aged three, two and six months? I don't know, said Jennifer. They're in the house.