My husband was working on a Word document that needed to have paragraphs and subparagraphs numbered. As I’m sure you know, if you start inserting paragraph numbers without creating distinct styles, Word takes on a life of its own, and starts generating multiple styles. Eventually, every paragraph in my husband’s document was numbered either 4 or 5, and each numbering had a different format. Since I enjoy word processing, my husband asked me if I could fix it. He confidently expected it would be a three or four minute job. Thirty-minutes later, I was still working on it. It turned out that the document was so horribly coded I couldn’t fix it. Instead, I had to strip it to basic text and then re-code. The point of this is that some things cannot be fixed. They are so profoundly ill-conceived or damaged that they have to be scrapped and started from scratch. So it is with Obamacare: It is so dreadful, corrupt, and dysfunctional at every level that it cannot be fixed.
I was raised by a narcissist and can tell you, both from my experience and from having read up on the subject, that narcissists lack a sense of privacy. Or, more accurately, they lack a sense of your privacy. Their sense of their own privacy is highly developed. But if your parent is a narcissist, you are not allowed any physical or mental realms into which they are barred from intruding. They own you. To the extent that Leftist ideology has a great deal in common with malignant narcissism, it’s scarcely surprising that Leftists don’t have a problem with turning you inside out and making you their own. You are not a stand-alone individual; you are a subset of the narcissist’s own grandiose sense of self.
Dennis Prager says most of what needs to be said about the appalling judicial decision in Colorado that threatens to send a man to prison for refusing to bake a cake for a gay wedding.
Do you remember Lee Iacocca? Dan Akerson, GM’s CEO does not. Pity.
Let’s be clear. The historical St. Nicholas, on whom Santa Claus is based, was as a Greek from the region that is now Turkey. He was Caucasian, although he probably had a swarthy complexion. That’s fact. Santa Claus is a 19th century American construct. He’s pretend, so people can pretend him to be whatever the heck color they desire. My imaginary Santa Claus is a pleasant turquoise, just because I like it that way. This whole debate is as ridiculous as the notion that Jesus is a fair-haired, blue-eyed Northern European.
Spengler talks about what “land for peace” really means in the Middle East (or anywhere, for that matter).