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The Politics of Laughter Do you like animal .gifs? I could watch these all day. [turtle][cat] A lawyer’s fantastic business card. [picture] When you’re hungry you: [chart] Dad only had to write one word and he messed it up. [picture] Sympathy pregnancy [picture] The best way to end an argument. [gif]
I don’t understand how clip-ons got such a bad name. What’s not to like? And those cufflinks and studs? I’m sure whoever came up with the idea was doing the best they could within the time period they lived in. But we have since invented buttons, zippers and Velcro. Even button fly jeans. Cufflinks and studs should have faded about the same time knickers went out of style. I would support a new line of male clothing that is all about ease of use and functionality. Men today should be able to dress for “black tie” without needing two or more people involved. I might even go for a reversible tuxedo. As long as the reversed side isn’t powder blue.
For every wing-nut who would’ve stayed home in November without Bachmann’s endorsement, or simply voted for Romney without volunteering for him, there is at least one swing voter who is turned off by her. But these effects are so marginal. Endorsements mean precious little in general elections, and endorsements from failed presidential candidates who are forced to drop out the night of the caucus they were originally supposed to win mean even less. (Cross-posted, with permission of the author, from Politico’s Arena) There’s yet another casualty in the Obama/Liberal/Democratic/Socialist War on Christmas: The National Christmas Tree Has Died. Read about the tragedy: [The Daily Beast] From The Examiner:
Click here to read the full story.  Sometimes there’s no substitute for the hackneyed phrase, “Only in America”
Tough economic times have led to long discussions with friends and colleagues about how best we to cope as they navigate a painfully tight job market. My favorite resolution came from a fella I didn’t know well but was related to a dear friend. This person had gone through some tough times personally and vocationally recently and deserved a break. Although I couldn’t help him, he helped me by giving me inspiration and teaching me a thing or two about persistence, self-confidence and, most of all, good old American pluck!
After losing his job and enduring a messy divorce he tried and failed starting his own business. After that he went through seemingly endless rounds of interviews in multiple industries and repeatedly came up empty handed. But then he had a brilliant idea. He became a life coach. And for all I know, is doing well. Who wore what? Relive the glorious fashion debuted at the 2012 Kentucky Derby. [The Cut] Thought we were done with Kentucky Derby fashion? Of course not! Check out the most important part of the Derby besides the horses: the hats. [Fashionista] Your pregame guide to the Met Ball: [Fashionista] A daytime, affordable Marchesa line is coming soon! [WWD]
Robert Caro’s latest entry in his opus on LBJ, “Passage to Power”, will do something to revive the 36th president’s reputation. It spans from Johnson’s inept, misconceived effort to win the presidency in 1960—a race which he never embraced and never seemed to think he should, much less would, win—to the stretch in the wilderness as John Kennedy’s vice president; to Johnson’s frenetic succession to power after November 22, 1963. Unexpectedly, the narrative stops in the spring of 1964, short of the demolition of Barry Goldwater, and well short of the 1965 legislative season that was Johnson’s epic moment. Caro’s readers will recognize that he has rarely felt bound by the precision of a conventional biographical framework and has stopped and started these volumes based on his own sense of rhythm and his perspective on which details best illuminate his much misunderstood subject.
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Beshear went on to win landslide primary and general election victories, and I went on to enjoy my family, happiness, and peace. And when I look back, it’s only with fondness; knowing that while I enjoyed the journey, the path ahead is much brighter. Enjoy this trip back through memory lane: Favorite horse racing story.
When my son was in kindergarten his school had a tradition of a stick horse derby race. Parents take it seriously. There were rumors of moms and dads advising their children on tricks and techniques for winning…and I didn’t want our son to be at a disadvantage.
So I took him out to our backyard to show him some stick horse racing tricks of my own–which I was making up as I go.
The key, I said, was staying focused on running hard no matter what. I demonstrated. Tucking the stick part of the stick horse between my legs and running back and forth as fast as I could. Until I stepped into a hole in the yard and tripped.
At that point I was jarred from my “hyper-competitive parent” mode and looked up and around me. I realized there was at least on neighbor watching me racing on a stick horse in my back yard. And injuring myself.
She was courteous enough to pretend she was looking in another direction in that way that says, “I’m so embarrassed for you that I’m going to do you the favor of pretending I didn’t see that. But I did. And, yes, you looked that ridiculous.”
I went inside and put ice on my ankle.
And didn’t go outside to the backyard again for several weeks. Until I had some dignified and serious reason to be there.
Still, the stick horse race went well. My son finished “in the money” so to speak. I was proud. And I like to think I may have helped contribute to his successful run.
It was a proud moment that made me think to myself in that loving way, “Like father, like son.” Sort of.
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