In the romance novels it always works out for the best.
Hat tip to Joe at Dean's World.
I clicked on the namelink of an amusing comment on a post by Rand Simberg, which led to Alan K Henderson's blog, where I learned of an interview with, John J. Miller, the co-author of Our Oldest Enemy: A History of America's Disastrous Relationship with France.
The interview fit right in with a book I've been reading, Anglophobia in France, 1763-1789; an essay in the history of constitutionalism and nationalism, by Frances Dorothy Acomb. I happened upon the book while searching the Milwaukee Library Countycat for something else entirely, and thought it would be at least interesting, and possibly even relevent. Is it ever.
Note that the book is full of footnotes and translations which I have not confirmed, I didn't even look at the French quotations to see if the tranlated versions looked valid, so all assertions are being conveyed on the basis that I'm inclined to agree with them.
After the end of the Seven Year's War (known in these parts as the French and Indian War) French attitudes toward the English were based in part on the global defeat and loss of control of the seas, but also on a total misunderstanding of Parliament and limited Monarchy. Thus French support of the colonies in their revolt was not motivated by any love and admiration for us, as so many blog commenters would like to believe, but on the notion that the colonists were defending a relationship with the King which in fact even British subjects did not have. French intervention was aimed at hurting the national enemy, and the emergence of a constitutional republic was very much an unintended consequence. In particular, the Marquis de Lafayette, whose contribution was fully repaid long before Oil for Food money started being diverted toward France, hated the English, sought a military career, and was not interested in furthuring the cause of liberty. The French of today, who draw their understanding of Americans from Jerry Lewis movies, have no more interest in being our allies.
More about the significance of these numbers, and others like them, at Powerline.
3 Lbs. Okra
6 Hot Peppers
6 Cloves Garlic - Peeled
1 Qt. Distilled Vinigar
1-1/3 Cups Water
1/2 Cup Salt
1 Tbsp Mustard Seed
Clean okra and pack in clean canning jars.
Place one pepper and one garlic clove in each jar.
Combine remaining ingedients in stainless steel or other corrosion resistant pot and bring to a full boil. Pour over packed okra to 1/2 inch from top of jars. Cover jars with new canning lids.
Process in boiling water for ten minutes.
I've had this recipe in my collection for decades. It appears on the back of an old collection of recipes from women in the Democratic Party; it is Lady Bird Johnson's version of a traditional Texas pickle.
Unlike my previous recipe postings, we have never entered this one in competition. If we did, the most important thing with pickles for judging is appearance. The jar should be packed to just short of the shoulder with okra selected for consistant size and appearance, stacked neatly around the jar. I would go for two rows, pointing toward the middle with tips interlaced.
One final tip. When eating okra pickles if you are going to take a bite out one rather than putting the whole thing in your mouth, bite the tip rather than the stem end. This avoids possibel issues of spray.
I'm not inclined to take this sort of poll seriously. The demographics are skewed, and there are assorted opportunities for manipulation. With the results coming out in line with the serious polls, I'm inclined to take it as confirmation of what to expect.
In fact, this news is so broken as to be beyond repair.
I wonder if going skyclad would be acceptable.
Almond Pound Cake
2 1/4 cups flour -- sifted
5 Tablespoons corn starch
1 1/4 cups sugar
1/2 cup milk
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 cup almond paste
10 Tablespoons butter -- ( 2/3 cup)
Cream butter & almond paste until fluffy. Add sugar gradually. Add eggs,
one at a time. Mix in flour mixture & milk alternately. Bake in a bundt
pan at 325 degrees for 1 hour or until done.
The original recipe came from Maid of Scandinavia, and called for 2 1/2 cup sifted cake flour. The cornstarch and reduced flour reflect my wee wifey's preferred aproach, as with the previous cake I posted.
Also in the tradition of that cake, this recipe has won several bibbons at county fairs, and going back 15 years, at the Chicago Park District Bake-a-rama.lI find it sufficiently intense as to be best if sliced very thin.
Voters in the predominantly Democratic city of Milwaukee are getting three times the number of ballots they will need. In the rest of the state, where Republicans are more likely to be found, they are providing only one spare ballot for every four voters. This is clearly an attempt to disenfranchise Republicans, and people need to raise a stink about it.
A more serious discussion of voter suppression can be found here.
As for that '68 Nova, I'll bet that whether it was a beater or a state of the art g-machine it was somebody's pride and joy.
When I hear certain candidates telling the voters how bad things are, I wonder why they would dare do such damage to their credibility. A year and a half ago, most people hadn't noticed the recovery yet. I posted as evidence "Drivers Wanted" ads on the backs of hiway trailers. Now the ads are competitive, to lure drivers over. One company promises to rollover seniority. Must be a lot of freight travelling if there aren't enough drivers to haul it. Back then, I posted that Goodwill, an employer of last resort, was advertising for store help. Today I happened upon one of their locations advertising for an assistant manager. Could it be that the people coming up thru the ranks found something better?
We have an old house in the inner city of an area rooted in the old economy. Unlike Frank, on the cutting edge, we've only seen our house double in value in the seven years since we bought it. Southeastern Wisconsin draws its income from farming and manufacturing, sectors beloved of the gloom-meisters. Extrapolating current trends, where a few specialty machine shops are already turning away work because of labor shortages, analysts are projecting seventy thousand more new jobs wll be created here over the next 25 years than there will be people to fill them.
They tell us "Hope is on the way." We don't need their hope any more than we need their despair.
Despite the long hair, the tie died clothing and the, um, other attributes, I am not a Deadhead. I'm a member of that other subculture; people who found that at their best the Grateful Dead produced some damn fine music. Never mind the stuff you've heard on the radio. Those were selected either as an elitist plot to keep the fan base down or by record company executives. Check out the self titled 1971 "Skull and Roses" album. There are some cuts on there which were scheduled for when the acid would be coming on strongest, but the rest just flat-ass kicks. I do not understand how a station can claim to present "Classic Rock" and not include this version of Johnnie B Goode, they could have had a country hit with Me And My Uncle and Fade>Road is as fine a job of arranging as anything in the history of rock.
BTW, Rock is dead.
Long live Paper and Scissors.
The Speculist is speculating about jamming cellular signals inside movie theaters so as to relieve people of hearing them ring. He doesn't think it will happen because of First Amendment issues of suppression of speech. It will never get that far. The only way Uncle Whiskers would ever license the necessery broad-spectrum transmitter is if the theater is built as a Faraday cage. In new construction a metal mesh, sized to attenuate the 1.9 gHz U.S. cellular bands, could be embedded in the walls and grounded. This would prevent the jamming signal from escaping the building and generating daily Federal fines. It would also eliminate the need for such jamming by eliminating in-building coverage. From what I've seen test driving customer care issues, aluminum siding is enough to produce in-building coverage complaints.
Professor Bainbridge writes about a related issue. He sees jammers as a free-market solution, and suppression of cellular nuisance as a property right issue for those who don't want it on their premises. The problem with this is that such rights are superceded under Federal law (since 1934) by broadcasters' right to their allocated portion of the spectrum. An FCC license constitutes exclusive ownership (or maybe leasehold - IANAL) of the channel and jamming constitutes trespass.
There are possible market solutions. If cellular nuisance were treated as nyekulturni phones with improved voicemail on which the ringer could be turned off without needing to step thru long menus would trade at a premium. It may well be possible to weave drapery fabric with metallic threads which would block or even absorb cellular frequency RF energy. If so, the market will no doubt reward the developer.
Everybody should be contributing to the Carnival of Recipes. Not only will we benefit with more yummy stuff to think about maybe making, but you will benefit too. I've had my busiest weekend ever, with virtually all the hits comming from the Carnival. What makes this actually meaningful is that I am getting 25% clickthru, and who doesn't want new readers?
Maybe puppy smoothies are uniquely prone to spewage. I didn't think that these images warranted a drink alert. Of course I did grow up amongst such well-meaning people, and learned not to drink while online while still at 300 baud. My personal theory is that their mantras have ultrasonic overtones which scare off the clue bats.
It has long been known to those who looked at the evidence instead of the headlines that the global warming scare was built on cherry-picked data. Now a careful review shows that said data wasn't even evaluated properly. The computer model produced the same scary curve from randomly generated data. Looks like I can no longer feel evil when driving the SUV which carries my work-related test gear.
In fact, it is so interesting that Steven Den Beste has broken his vow of silence to post about it. A commenter at Vodkapundit suggests that it simply indicates a non-linear system, but as someone with a little bit of engineering background I would say that non-linearity is cause for further analysis. A good place to start would be to look at a similar graph separately for each of the contributing polls. Much could be determined by whether the anomaly appears consistantly across the spectrum.
The Stonecarver is soliciting votes for his Autumn (a euphemism for Halloween, I suppose) Gargoyle Postcards. They've caught wise to the old vote from both home computers and every computer in the office every day routine and now they require the actual effort of a comment about the postcards and so I'm asking for help.
You should not disregard these recommendations, but it is okay to irregard them.
My wee wifey developed this salsa recipe based on one briefly sold in bulk at the deli department in local Jewel groceries.
20 plum tomatoes -- chopped
2 medium white onion -- chopped
15 sprigs cilantro -- chopped
juice of 2 limes
4 jalapeno peppers -- chopped - remove seeds from 2
4 Tablespoons sugar
2 teaspoons salt
Combine all items, refrigerate overnite. Drain and reserve liquid.
This can be scooped up with chips, but the best use is to layer it in a glass baking dish with boneless chicken breasts, refrigerate till dinner time and then bake at 325 F for about 20 minutes.
But that's not what I came to tell you about. The reserved liquid, mixed with one part vodka for 2-1/2 parts juice, produces a bloody mary very different from Jack's. It isn't as strong, and it looks anemic, but the pleasure of the mouth feel it gives is absolutely exquisite.
As for the vodka, I use 100% neutral grain spirits from the 1.75 liter plastic bottle, but Emrack uses Van Gogh. That's right, my son is a vodka snob. He showed up once to party with some of his coworkers bringing a case of Milwaukee's Best and a bottle of Grey Goose Citron. He also has strong preferences in rum and tequila, but sees no difference between whiskies. The Corby's which I could no longer get if I chose to because the distillery now produces fuel ethanol, the Jim Beam people around him, others more than myself, drank to excess when he was growing up, and the 1995 Signatory bottling of 1975 Highland Park single malt which he paid for as my Christmas present are indistinguishable.
The campaign to draft James Lileks to run for the U.S. Senate has picked the wrong target. He should run for the city council, where he could indeed remain at his beloved Jasperwood and influence things like local zoning. I still want one of the bumperstickers; my neighbor who still has the Kucinich sign on her lawn won't get it.
Roger L. Simon and his commenters have dissected the frequently asked question "Do you feel safer than you did four years ago?" Not just intelligent answers, but intelligent discussion of how the question should be framed and of whether we are in fact better off feeling less safe.
As for myself, my personal safety, I definitelly feel safer than I used to, and I think I have good reason. Where I live is what is called "not the best neighborhood" and, altho it has gotten better in the time we lived here, there are still some sketchy characters around. Thing is that now, if I go for a walk after dark, I am not alone. I am accompanied by a canine who, altho everyone says she is pretty and she got a smiley face on her worksheet at obedience class today, scares the sketchy characters and absolutely loves me. Besides, the breakup of terrorist infrastructure and confrontation overseas with its minions reduces the probability of further terror incidents within our boundaries.
One of my intentions when I started blogging was to post some of the exploits of my son. He really does use the name Emrack under some circumstances, altho he is better known by just two of those letters. He is sometimes quoteworthy - "Cool can't be bought" - but his own tales depend too much on inflection and gesture to be effectively transcribed.
One of the things I always admired about him has been his money sense. When he was eight years old, he was issued his first clothing allowance. He headed out to the local thrift emporium, run by Gujaratis for profit on behalf of the Amvets, and came home with the only sixty cent pair of blue jeans in his size which featured a working zipper. The summer he was ten he went out and applied for a job for his first time, passing out pizza flyers along with the twelve year olds on the block. He also did the flier gig the following summer, and he spend the monetary portion of his pay (they also got paid in pizza) buying fishing lures at yard sales. He then sold these at Scout camp, priced in accordance with supply and demand. That little venture doesn't hold a candle to the accomplishments of another eleven year old I've just learned about.
There is a small bank corporation in the Milwaukee area which has billboards around town proclaiming "We treat you like family." I didn't quite visualize a family like LeeAnn's, but I still don't want family style treatment from my banker.
I hear that the Milwaukee Jourinal's coverage of the Afghan elections is focussing on the fact that the procedure used to prevent repeat voting was less than perfect. Altho there are no reports of significant fraud, this would appear to constitute a breakdown of the democratic process. Oddly enough, they have taken no interest in any effort to prevent repeat voting in Wisconsin elections.
All this time I thought I was a Right Winger, but it turns out I'm not. After reviewing as much of the list as I could stand, the only assertion I found with which I agree at all is that some recycling programs are not cost effective. Recycling aluminum certainly is, it supports the drinking habits of my neighbors under the viaduct. Aluminum production is one of the largest consumers of electricity in the world, and reducing that, not reducing waste, is the benefit. If recycling paper were cost effective, I wouldn't know about a Chicago suburban district paying rent on a warehouse full of rotting "recycled" paper they can't find a taker for.
It might have been a disgruntled employee or a Luddite, but regardless of how it happened I find this disturbing. In addition to all the reasons everyone should worry about it, some power transmission towers also host cellular antennas. If one of those goes down, it means extra work for some of my coworkers, and possibly myself (if a temperary site trailer is needed I would help tune the network for the reduced coverage).
I may get around to the thinking end of blogging before too long, I've finally gotten enough notice to have a commenter from the other side and I owe him an answer, but for now, here's some linking.
The Armorer addresses the difference between a gun nut in the sense of someone who is healthily nuts about guns and a person who is nuts and has armaments.
War is indeed, as the bumper stickers say, not the answer. War is the question. Victory is the answer.
My wee wifey doesn't pay much attention to the news; she counts on me to keep her up to date. The fact that she happened to be watching "Mad Max" when I brought her this news put her right in line with the commenters.
Liberals tend not to understand business, and thus not to understand the importance of protecting a brand. Anyone who understands why this is bad idea would understand that Harvard would not have put their M.B.A. program at risk by graduating George W Bush if he didn't deserve it.
My understanding of survival practice suggests that Brian B's analogy is flawed, but it still serves as a simple tool for discussing the wisdom of having gone into Iraq.
The other essential tool for discussing Iraq is the word from those who have actually been there.
Great minds think alike - even if they choose to act differently. Charlie Sykes was talking about this on Milwaukee radio before Friday's debate.
Maybe there is a pot/kettle component to this, but I certainly have to agree with the targetting distinction.
When I saw this post, I assumed it was about spam. I've commented before about those entities with the middle initials. Clowns R. Disinfected may be good news, but it is not the name of someone from whom I want to get email from. There may really be someone who is Regretting L. Proportions, but he should instead be regretting burdening the email system.
My latest suspicion is that there is a terrorist link. Not only do many of the emails reference the rebels on Mindanao, but I got one recently from Libyans K. Airing.
When real people send spam, it has a better chance of getting read, even if it still has no chance of producing business.
If a man has a gun, or has access to a gun, and says he intends to shoot you, you have the right to believe him.
First of all, anyone who asserts that the darkest hour is just before dawn never stayed up all night. Even it were true, the aphorism is probably counterproductive when used for cheering or reassuring people. Just as it slowly gets lighter after the middle of the night, so too things may get better slowly after the awful times.
I enjoy night work. I could definitely take a permanent third shift position, especially given that the wee wifey already has one. Working nights occasionally as part of a day job is another story entirely. It will mean greatly decreased productivity this weekend.
What I did Friday morning between 2:15 and 6:30 was especially frustrating. Not because anything went wrong, as had happened last week, just because it was simply impossible to be efficient. Our operations manager, sitting in the office, could not understand why it would take any longer to test 10 rural cell sites than 10 in the city. The distances between sites are obviously greater, and the distance one must travel to test all three sectors (a standard cellular tower has antennas pointed at 0, 120 and 240 degrees) are much greater. Driving unlit country roads in the rain when one notices that the sheriff's police are patrolling, one is inclined to stay near the speed limit even when that limit is 25 miles per hour.
One of the things I was testing was the GPRS cellular internet service. The most convenient way to test this using a laptop with an aircard is to load a web page and then refresh it once in every sector. Because I was either on the expressway or on country 2 lanes with minimal shoulders, I chose to listen to streaming audio from my favorite online radio station. Unfortunately our rural coverage is sufficiently poor that I could not carry a constant data stream as I have done in the city, and the only way to tell if the player is buffering or timed out is to find a spot where I can pull over. To add insult to injury, Windows decided to download an update and restart the computer, which meant spending several minutes on the side of an entrance ramp restarting the aircard, reloading the software, and muttering under my breath. Monday morning we will be re-parenting the last batch of the sites going onto the newest BSC, and they will be even farther apart. Light blogging first part of next week.
It is fortunate that the ignition timing on modern computer controlled automobile engines is no longer adjusted mechanically.
I have a cookbook purchased specifically to provide a Carnival recipe sitting here next to me but I have to be back to work at 2:00 AM so I am doing something less labor intensive this week. I found out about the night work on Tuesday; as much as I want the Instalanche I don't dare host the Carnival until my work situation changes.
I found this recipe with an online search, and that is the story behind it. A couple of years ago, my wee wifey did a google for a white cake recipe, and this one came up. As she read thru it, she was thinking that whoever created the recipe thought like she does. Using all-purpose flour and cornstarch to emulate cake flour is a standard trick of hers. When she read to the bottom she saw why - she had submitted the recipe herself back when we first went on line.
* 5 tablespoons cornstarch
* 2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
* 3 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
* 1 teaspoon salt
* 1 1/2 cups white sugar
* 2/3 cup vegetable oil
* 1/2 cup milk
* 3/4 cup water
* 1 tablespoon vanilla extract
* 4 egg whites
* 1/4 teaspoon cream of tartar
* 6 tablespoons butter
* 2 teaspoons orange zest
* 1/4 teaspoon salt
* 4 cups sifted confectioners' sugar
* 1/2 cup fresh orange juice
* 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and line two 9-inch round cake pans with parchment paper. Then grease and flour the paper.
2. Sift together the cornstarch, flour, baking powder and salt.
3. Add the oil, milk, water and vanilla. Beat until it forms a very smooth batter.
4. In a separate bowl beat the egg whites until frothy, add the cream of tartar and beat until stiff peaks form. Gradually add the sugar and beat until very well blended.
5. Fold the egg whites into the batter. Pour batter into the prepared pans.
6. Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 35 to 40 minutes. Let cool then frost with Orange Frosting.
7. Cream the butter until light and fluffy. Add the orange zest and salt. Beat in the confectioners' sugar alternately with the orange and lemon juices. Continue to beat until light and fluffy. Use to frost cooled cake.
This has won three Blue Ribbons at three different fairs.
When making the frosting make sure that you use fresh squeezed juice rather than bottled.
Original recipe yield: 1 -9 inch layer cake.
The Carnival for which this was intended is up, with more scrumptious recipes than you could get thru in a week, and some that look like they could become standards. The first one I checked starts with the comment that the blogger's first contribution was his most popular post ever. I'm at the same otherwise lowly level, and am seeing the same effect; in fact I'm still getting hits from last week's and the Carnival index. Once that news gets out, nobody will need to look at cookbooks again.
Oops. I don't know why we never have them any more, but the wee wifey tells me that she taught the Girl Scouts how to make the barbecue cups at Summer of Fun '78. I still say some folks will think they're a keeper.
The conventional wisdom is that the VP debate has little impact on the election outcome, and this will probably be repeated that much more often with it being the Republican candidate who gives the better impression. Milwaukee talk radio host Charlie Sykes suggested that the major impact would be on the relative morale of the party base.
There is something very important to be learned about a presidential candidate by his choice of his team. My wee wifey picked up an aphorism somewhere that "a first rate leader picks a first rate team; a second rate leader picks a third rate team." One can debate whether Karl Rove is truly an evil genius but I can't imagine anyone claiming he is less competent than Terry McAuliffe. One can complain about Colin Powell having sipped at the Foggy Bottom "agreement head of everything" Koolaid, but again, nobody can criticize hos competence. Kerry's campaign team is so out of touch that they never considered the possibility his past would be questioned. When they denied that he had ever mentioned "Christmas in Cambodia" it showed that nobody had even bothered to look at Kerry's record.
The importance of the VP debate is that it shows the type of choices the two candidates make. How could anyone pick as our nation's Chief Executive, the Commander in Chief of our armed forces in a time of war, a man who would choose as his running mate someone who would bring a dirty clock to his single most important appearance?
I'm sure I skimped on the logical symbols up there, but what I'm trying to say is that map is to territory as numbers are to the economy.
I'm not an economist, but I've spent a lot of time interacting with the economy and paying attention to how it has changed. Actually, I don't like to speak of the economy as an entity. There are many economies, sectors if you prefer, and altho they interact, they do not all behave the same way. The various economies do of course have tangible effects on one another. My son takes great amusement in the large SUVs with tinted glass and twenty seven inch spinnaz, but the fact is that there has probably been as much drug money has been spent on farm tractors and combines thru the years.
The discrepancy between the job numbers produced by the Establishment Payroll Survey and those produced by the Household Survey has finally been getting attention in the last few months. I never payed attention to the Establishment survey because I never worked directly for an establishment. In fact there has never been a time when the money which supported me came from a countable job. Those whose premises are supported by the lower Establishment numbers tend to dismiss the new ways of earning a living as not being "real" jobs. I have no doubt that some of the tens of thousands of people who now support their families would really rather be back in that nice warm foundry, or working rotating shifts at the tire plant, but not many of them.
From the time Ford wanted to Whip Inflation Now into Clinton's second term, I was creating and selling specialized equipment to heavy industry. Customers manufactured primary metals, farm equipment, rail cars, machine tools, and components for suchlike items. In that time I could see for myself how things were going as compared to what the numbers said. None of them was more accurate than the Institute for Supply Management's manufacturing index. When it has been up for sixteen months, the overall economy may be in transition or turmoil, individual sectors may be up or down, but there is no way things are in bad shape.
If our action in liberating Iraq is creating so many new terrorists, how come all the actions taken in response to it are carried out by militants and insurgents?
Altho I never kept track of the date, one of my oldest coherent memories is of my father waking me up late at night so I could hear a crackling high-pitched beep. I suspect, knowing his politics, that part of my father's excitement was because it was the Soviets who did it, but all he conveyed to me was that this was something historic, which I would want to remember.
On the same date, forty seven years later, history has been made again. If those of you with young children manage to convey this to them, I assure you that some day they will think back and appreciate it.
Another space milestone. I'd like to think that the Klingon concept of "a good day to die" is applicable.
The cellular company I am teching for has a policy that any work which requires premeditated shutdown of a site or portion of the network must be done after 2:00 AM. That way the only people we inconvenience are the inner city residents making calls at 2:45 who are the core of our customer base. There is no capital right now to finish the sites where we are already paying rent in critical coverage holes, but the existing sites are getting a software upgrade and the entire central control system is being replaced. Nightwork is of course scheduled for the nights when I am also awake at 10:30 PM so as to drive the wee wifey to work. I have thusly had nothing interesting to blog about nor the energy and acuity to formulate posts worthy of perpetuity. Letting others formulate the discussion and merely commenting has been more my blogging speed. As evidence, note that the recent recipes were keyed in two Carnivals back and I then didn't get it together to write the framing material and see who gets the link until this one. Worth the effort tho; if you want to lure a bunch of new readers I've seen nothing come close.
Other bloggers have, surprisingly enough, been off in other directions.
Juliette has an advantage over me. She finds stuff to blog about even while asleep.
Edna has a very different reason for not having blogged of late. She thinks that she has lost The Funny, but what remains in its place is sufficient.
Anna is out on a road trip, finding plenty to blog about . Had that last detail been discovered and publicized forty years ago, it would have changed the course of popular culture in this country. The previous posts are worth reading too, if you dare.
Ed proves over and over that if you work at it there is always something relevant to link to.
At one of my favorite little-known blogs, David Farrer introduces a new word to describe the unescapable downside of redistribution. Kim du Toit will like the word, but propose applying it differently.
Wretchard is linking someone whom he sees as by far his superior in terms of experience, access to information and probably analytical ability. Most uf us can do this any time, but when he does, it is worthy of note.
I've spent as much of my time as I could, yesterday and today, reviewing everyone's take on the debate; blogs and talk radio. The very first discussion I caught on friday had to do with which of the candidates did a better job. That's a silly question. They each had a different job to do.
One of the major topics of debate has been the "global test" remark. The pro-Kerry spin on this has been that he didn't mean that U.S. policy decisions actually had to be graded by the rest of the world. We merely need to internalize world opinion, and allow ourselves to be guided by it. As I have pointed out in at least one discussion elsewhere, this is not an improvement.
I've finished researching the debate. I've found the single most significant post on the subject. If the trend described here can be extrapolated, and continues to hold true (more recent posts suggests this is true at the micro level), then the only remaining factor will be vote fraud.
No, even tho it is called a Carnival, it is in fact a greeting to good eating, and the latest of this weekly collection is now available for your delectation.
Those of you who appreciate fine recipes may also be interested in my wee wifey's Blue Ribbon mailing list, currently growing by leaps and bounds over at Yahoo.