Snapped Shot is back!

We do to have live, fat cows in Peoples Paradise!

We do too have live, fat cows in Peoples' Paradise!

Ever notice how some “news” photographs look … fishy?

Me neither.  But Brian Ledbetter, thank God, has time on his hands.  And some things, he demonstrates on his reborn Snapped Shot blog, just don’t add up, you know?

Always the last to know


NEW JERSEY BLOGGER was on FBI payroll.

Man, why does everyone else always get on stuff like that?

Hey — forget threatening federal judges!  I wonder if he’s going to get in trouble with the Federal Trade Commission!

First, let’s all us lawyers kill ourselves

This advertising campaign is, well, bad.  Very, very bad.

There is a certain irony, though, you know.

The defense representation being offered here is in fact completely legitimate — n0t only to sleazeballs, slime and creeps, who are constitutionally entitled to their defense (just not by me), but to people involved in all sorts of disputes (but typically divorces) who are wrongfully accused of being sleazeballs, slime and creeps.

But the choices made in these ads completely undermines that bona fide prospective, mainly because in the graphic, hyper-realistic and borderline pornographic pictures, the crimes being referred to are really happening.

Guess what, law firm?  People who have been wrongfully accused of these acts, or who desperately want the world (including the justice system) to believe the accusation is wrong, want to be represented by the lawyers who only have innocent clients.

And from these ads, that does not seem to be you.  Get it?

Turn in your wingtips.  Please.

Cross-posted on Right Wing News.

Bombs and Dollars and All-American Bloggers!

I have really been so unhappy with political blogging lately, and busy and otherwise engaged, that I can use all these reasons as an excuse for why I hadn’t known about a blog called Bombs and Dollars until this:

As a resource to my readers and others who are interested in exploring new blogs, I have assembled my personal list of my favorite conservative blogs. I took a lot of factors into consideration, including: influence, entertainment value, information-value, frequency and regularity of updates, and personal interest.

These are my own rankings of blogs that I follow, and I know I missed some, so I apologize for those I missed, but I did the best I could.

Which is all one can ask.  One-hundred and thirty-three of them, to be exact!  This is not newsworthy at all, of course, unless you are already a fan of Bombs and Dollars (whose subtitle is, “America’s Top Exports” — very much in line with this recent post of mine, actually!) or, of course, you are one of those 133 lucky bloggers!  Which I am.  In fact I am number 90!  So he didn’t have to go up to 133 at all.

Now I still wouldn’t have known this, except for this link from another blog I should have known about called All American Blogger:

I received an e-mail from Mitchell Blatt from Bombs and Dollars that read:

just wanted to let you know that your blog ranks on my list of the top 133 conservative blogs

Hmm.  I don’t know why I didn’t see that link in the first place, and I also don’t know why I didn’t see that email from Mitchell Blatt, except that maybe he stopped at 85, or 89.  But I am grateful for the notice, especially considering how slack it’s been around here, and I thank Mitchell for perhaps incentivizing me a bit, and that’s one more reason to be thankful, I guess, on this Thanksgiving eve!

It’s a wonderful life

In light of all the Thanksgiving blogging and tweeting, I am reposting this piece, originally posted a year ago — or was it two? — on the eve of Rosh Hashana. It was not being the first time I’ve raised the same point on Thanksgiving. Both days are fundamentally about thankfulness — and the introspection that it demands — so I’m bumping it up here again today, with minor tweaks, and with apologies for the seemingly clichéd title, which I really meant in the sense that, yup, it’s the season for inspirational reruns again!



It has been an extraordinarily eventful year for me on many, many planes, overwhelmingly in ways for which I am very grateful to God. Gratitude is the alpha of service of God, and of self-fulfillment, too — two endeavors that, to the thoughtless, appear to be opposite, but which are in fact one. From my point of view, neither is achieved fully without the other.

I say “from my point of view” even though my cousin Debbie, the writer, taught me many years ago that when you write something you need not say such a thing, because of course it is your point of view. You wrote it. But I say it so as not to offend my many friends who read here and who disagree and are, by habit, less offended if a proposition is put forth in a manner that sounds less absolute. It is a form of apology, and of course we know just how apologetic your blogger is at any time!

More of my point of view is my reiteration that when speaking of “gratitude,” God is the Whom to which gratitude must be directed, which is not to say that gratitude toward other individuals for their specific kindnesses is not also appropriate. But “I’m grateful” without an object — this makes no sense.

In fact I have never understood people expressing free-floating generic “gratitude” directed at … nothing. I do not consider it to be any more logical to say, “It is directed at the Universe,” which is essentially the same exact thing. I believe that people who express “gratitude” without acknowledging the source of the benefit to which they claim to be grateful, are saying words, but not, really, expressing gratitude.  Gratitude must have an object because it is an acknowledgment of need, or lack, fulfilled by the other. Failing to recognize the other nullifies gratitude, and makes it merely a statement of fact, not an expression of thanks, that the empty stomach is now full; the infirm is now cured; the benighted, enlightened.

But I am not here to fight, not today. Forgive the digression — there, apologies again! Well, regret may be part of the introspection born of gratitude, too.

Round and round

Round and round

And I for one am grateful, grateful to God, for a year that has been very good to me, and to many of the people I care about the most. Much progress, some of it incremental, but progress all the same.

I am grateful to have reached a point where I can perceive and appreciate incremental progress, too.

I am grateful to be able to interact with so many fine, deep, multifaceted people whose intentions are good.

I am grateful for middle age. I was born to be middle aged and now I am home. I hope I get to stay here for a long time!

I am grateful for life, for perspective, for wisdom, judgment, the ability to give, the powers that I have, for the judges who are starting to listen and the clients who do their best to pay.

I am grateful for the things that ought not be written, but should be said.

Grateful… step one. It is the first step, and while we must go beyond it, gratitude is the step that is never completed.

Thank you.

Sublime to ridiculous and back again

I guess it’s just so much easier to find a label for someone, no matter how idiotic the proposition is, than to articulate meaningful criticism.  It wasn’t all that long ago that we were hearing that Obama, who is merely big-government liberal, was a Red (click the picture).  This morning it’s even better:

DAVE KOPEL EXPLAINS: President Obama Is Not A Jihadi. “There is not a scintilla of evidence to suggest that our President is a jihadi.”

Kopel seems to see it the same way; as he explains in his own short piece,

Jihadi, Commie... whatever

Jihadi, Commie... whatever

My view is that there is not a scintilla of evidence to suggest that our President is a jihadi. . . .

One portion that didn’t make the cut was my equating the allegation of “jihad?” with the earlier claims of some mean-spirited extremists that President Bush was as evil as Hitler.

True that, but of course no one’s surprised about that “editorial” cut.  It’s still depressing that “our side,” or what I once thought was “our side,” has descended to this.

I am telling you, I was there, as a small-time activist for my state GOP and on campus as well, during the Reagan years.  Despite what they said about us, we were occupying the moral high ground — and the intellectual high ground.  It was the professors and so forth who were sputtering with epithets about us, but we were promoting ideas, not labels.  We took pride in that.

Depressing to what it’s come to, but, again, not surprising.

Attorney Ronald D. Coleman