July 15th, 2013

#3901: I thought dead black men was a national tragedy?

But according to Jammie Wearing Fools, the three murders in Chicago this past weekend didn't even merit a yawn from the national media.
We guess this would be newsworthy if the 16-year-old was shot by a so-called white Hispanic. Meanwhile, the racism against whites continues.
At least 150 people gathered outside the Daley Center on Sunday to protest.

“I have a Trayvon,” said Linda Daniel, who is black and a teacher from Hyde Park. “My granddaughter lives in a completely white community. She could be another Trayvon Martin.”
She should probably get her out of there and moved her some place safe, like Chicago’s South Side. Oh, wait...
Yeah, I agree. That woman should move out of her "completely white community" before she slugs some white guy, tackles him to the sidewalk, bashes his head against the pavement, pummels him, and gets shot. Definitely.

Karl Denninger takes down the entire liberal case against George Zimmerman.
This is not about "stereotypes" or "mistaken assumptions." It is about a culture that condones and glorifies violence, a "thug culture" that comes with swagger, baggy pants that have their waistline below the top of one's nutsack, the acquisition of weapons and fighting skills for offensive display and a mistaken belief that "street cred" will get you anywhere other than into a combat situation where you're 50/50 to wind up in a pine box. That's crap from top to bottom but it's the "culture" that Trayvon Martin willingly took upon himself, it led to what happened in Sanford and all of it is on Trayvon Martin and the people he associated with.
Emphasis removed, of course, because I don't want to get carpal tunnel from typing all the HTML tags.

This is what made the then-police chief not arrest Zimmerman, initially at lease:
Trayvon Martin did not fall victim to "stereotypes." It was not a "mistaken belief" or a "stereotype" that caused Trayvon Martin to consume four minutes not walking the roughly 100 feet from where Zimmerman asked him what he was doing back to where he was staying, which would have ended the confrontation with no harm done to either person, but instead to contemplate, double back and attack Zimmerman.
Emphasis removed, again, same reason.

...but there is political hay to be made, so the feds will ramp up the lynch machine.

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I can't help the schadenfreude here. Unions are very unhappy that they must adhere to the rules of Obamacare like everyone else, and that it's going to cost them dearly to do so.

Union heads complain:
Like millions of other Americans, our members are front-line workers in the American economy. We have been strong supporters of the notion that all Americans should have access to quality, affordable health care. We have also been strong supporters of you. In campaign after campaign we have put boots on the ground, gone door-to-door to get out the vote, run phone banks and raised money to secure this vision.

Now this vision has come back to haunt us.

[E]ven though non-profit plans like ours won’t receive the same subsidies as for-profit plans, they’ll be taxed to pay for those subsidies. Taken together, these restrictions will make non-profit plans like ours unsustainable, and will undermine the health-care market of viable alternatives to the big health insurance companies.
Translation: "Hey, we aren't supposed to be stuck with that 'Obamacare' shit! We helped you pass the law! We were supposed to be exempt from it. Remember?"

I knew that the instant these assholes actually got what they wanted, they would discover it wasn't to their liking, and they would complain about it. And I knew that because the useful idiots are always shocked and dismayed when their superiors--no longer needing them--turn them over to the Gestapo to be sent to labor camps or liquidated.

So what has happened? The Democrat party has said to these union bosses, "Hey, thanks for all that help you gave us getting that law passed that gives us all these nifty new powers. Now go away."

The letter goes on to say:
We have a problem, you need to fix it. The unintended consequences of the ACA are severe.

Perverse incentives are already creating nightmare scenarios.
...these self-same union bosses scoffed at everyone on the right who predicted all of this.

But by "you need to fix it" these guys mean "you need to give us exemptions to the law because we helped you pass it". Nothing could be further from the truth; the government doesn't have to do anything to help these union goons out. In fact, without the money that will come from the union plans, the whole scheme is going to collapse faster than it would otherwise. (Make no mistake about it; it will collapse. Socialist schemes always do, eventually.)

My reaction to all this calm, reasoned, and one I anticipated having:

AHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA!! HAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA!! SUCK IT, BITCHES!

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Harry Reid wants to do away with the filibuster rule. Okay, sure. Next time there's a Republican in the White House and he wants to nominate people the Democrats don't like, the Senate Democrats can resort to spitballs or something.

Makes sense to me.

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Today is the first day in a while that the temps outside have gone over 90. When I stuck my face outside this morning, to take out the trash, it was like--my favorite simile for hot weather--being hit in the face with a soggy electric blanket. It's like the Philippines out there.

The current AC regime seems to work well: I set the thermostat to 77° during the day, and am reasonably comfortable as long as the air is moving; at night I turn it down to 74° and Mrs. Fungus and I seem to sleep just fine.

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I still haven't found a good free way to convert Professional Write files (PWT) to Word files (DOC). A couple of the stories I want to put into the anthology are in PWT format, and will have to be in DOC format before I can assemble the book for conversion into an e-book format. But Professional Write can't save files in DOC format because it predates Word by several years. In fact, it can only save in five formats: Normal (PWT), ASCII (TXT, no formatting), DCA (wtf), Encrypt. The latter is just PWT format encrypted with an arbitrary password, whatever you happen to select. DCA is an IBM standard but for some reason the files saved by Professional Write cannot be correctly interpreted by Word even when it's importing DCA with the built-in filters. I end up getting hash.

There are several solutions to this problem which involve me paying for software or services to convert the text to DOC format, but there are no freebies.

Since those stories have to be rewritten and/or finished, that's not as big a problem as it seems. It is, however, irritating.

Well, that's how it goes, I guess.

#3902: 80° at 9 PM means AC stays ON.

Because WTF.

The high today hit 92°. Inside the bunker it remained a comfortable 76° with a much lower dewpoint than outside.

Even so, now I am sweating, because I just finished vacuuming the entire house. Not that it needed it or anything, because--oh no:

TODAY'S CRITTER REPORT

Critter has been measured at 36" again! He's really going for the record!

--because the hot weather makes Critter lay on his back on the floor, exposing as much surface area as he can, because that's the only way a maine coon can stay cool without panting. The cat is covered in fine long fur two inches long, and it's a bit longer on his belly. When I pet him, I am rewarded with tufts of fine fur floating in the air, and when I brush him, I have enough fur for another cat or two.

I vacuumed a similar amount of fur out of the carpeting tonight. O Lord.

This is a cat who loves me to pieces. Mrs. Fungus has a plethora of pictures of this cat laying on me or next to me, in my rocking chair, in bed, on the sofa. (Her iPad's desktop image is one of these: me sitting on the sofa with Critter in my lap.) He'll be all over me all day, then go take a nap around dinnertime; when Mrs. Fungus gets home from work he'll go greet her, and then come over to me and want to sit in my lap.

And it's been like this from the first time I met him. He never had to "warm up" to me; he's loved me like this from the get-go. It's flattering, but in hot weather like this it's also a bit much to have a walking, purring carpet want to cuddle with you all the time.

There are, however, worse things in this world; please don't get the idea that I'm complaining about this.