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“Isn’t it a shame that ‘intellectual’ has come to mean either ‘ideologically strait-jacketed psuedo-intellectual posuer’ or ‘member in good standing of the righteous-thinking better class,’ depending on your point of view?  We need a word for the smarty-pants type that doesn’t mean, well, smarty-pants.” - “Ernst Schreiber”

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Egg Harbor, Wisconsin, really got cooking this July 4^th around 9:59AM, according to NOAA and Coast Watch.  It was there, at the bottom left row of the temperature data points, that the records reveal on that day a phenomenally furnace-like 600 degrees Fahrenheit.

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But if you want to know more, there’s more here.

(Via Coldly Furious)“”

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“...We have for too long conflated the legal structure that has grown layer by layer like a coral reef, with the underlying sources of legitimacy…the Constitution, the will of the people as expressed by their representatives or through popular vote. In short, the consent of the governed.” - “DrewM.”

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City Hall is a landmark in downtown New York – a dignified classical building with wide steps leading to the traditional fluted colonnade fronting, standing on a large open parcel of lawn.  The last time I walked past it, several years ago, the steps were peopled by local politicians and other functionaries, favor-seekers, reporters, and the usual assortment of Runyonesque characters that typically surround the City’s bureaucracy.  Anyone could wander up as the limousines, taxis and cars pulled up, observe comings and goings of mayors, councilmen and lobbyists, and mingle for a moment or two with the municipal machinery and absorb no small dose of all the varied fauna that feed and feed off the public purse.

No more.  Now the huge iron gates are closed and locked. Barricades of formidable size and sturdiness, emblazoned with the word STOP in two-foot-high letters, declare that no traffic shall pass.  The steps are deserted.  The once-busy lawns are lifeless, empty. A cordon of gleaming blue and white police cars flanks its borders.  It’s a ghost town.

One might reasonably conclude that whoever might be inside that building now, they are scared to death.
- “nemo paradise,” Modern Times (and RTWT)

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When I was a teenager, the image of George Wallace standing in the school house door at the University of Alabama was burned into my mind.

I only see one difference between Wallace and [today’s] teachers unions:  The former Alabama governor was blocking black kids from getting into schools that could liberate them.  The teachers unions are blocking black kids from getting out of schools that too often trap them in lives of failure, desperation, and outrage.

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