The Great Bloomberg Booze Backlash of 2012
New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg probably needed a stiff drink last night, after an article ran at the New York Post earlier in the day reporting that the mayor was planning to curtail alcohol sales in the Big Apple. The city health department’s Partnership for a Healthier New York City was considering initiatives to slash the number of businesses that were licensed to sell liquor. One of the goals listed in the “request for proposal” document to community groups is “reducing alcohol retail outlet (e.g. bar, corner store) density and illegal alcohol,” the document states. A spokeswoman for the department stated that “the city’s goals for the Partnership for a Healthier New York are in line with our ongoing strategies of promoting healthy eating and physical activity and discouraging tobacco, excessive alcohol use and consumption of sugar-sweetened beverages.” The Post later reported that the story, “drew howls of outrage from responsible drinkers and operators of liquor venues across the city.” New York City residents reacting to proposed alcohol cuts. Howls of outrage is right. And just. He’s lucky he nipped it in the bud before the rending of garments and gnashing of teeth phase. The nipping was that same afternoon, as Bloomberg stated that the planning document in question was merely part of the administration’s “brainstorming” and he had no plans to limit the sale of alcohol. Asked if the mayor backed the effort to limit booze-selling businesses, Bloomberg spokesman Stu Loeser said, “No.” The fact that such an idea was in the request for proposals in the first place is no surprise. Bloomberg, and many others in government lately, have come out of the closet about their desire to engineer society through deprivation, denial, regulation, restrictions, monitoring, and of course, daily public floggings. (That last one may not have been proposed quite yet.) Yes this is the age of bacon bans, salt screeds, and alcohol abuse. That didn’t come out right, but you get the picture. In New York City, there is already a ban on trans fat in restaurants, effectively preventing Michael Moore from entering the city. It is also the command center for the war on salt . And it’s not just New York. San Francisco banned Happy Meals , and even bacon is in the crosshairs . I suppose at this point, it would be my duty to point out that most of these bans have been placidly, if grumpily, accepted, whereas even hinting at curbing alcohol sales nearly started Civil War 2, and oughtn’t that say something about our society. But I won’t. Homer like beer. Do these stomach crusaders, these modern day abolitionists, take no lesson from history? Top down societal engineering does not work. Especially not in this country. We the people won’t sit idly by and be rationed bread and water just because a bunch of rich politicians think we’re too fat and talk funny and believe grits are a real thing. The phrase “cold, dead fingers” comes to mind. The great Bloomberg Booze Backlash of 2012 is just a taste, if you will, of what is boiling deep in American bellies. We’re getting fed up with the quickening pace of growing governmental control of our lives. It’s not just that we want our bacon and beer. It’s that we are entitled to be the directors of our own fates. The nonsensical, slippery slope argument about shared costs is as artificial as the foods you’d have us abstain from. Americans don’t trade freedom to clear line items for government. Frankly, the architects of TARP and the auto bailouts have no room to talk about ‘shared costs’ at all. This is life. Isn’t part of life taking joy in partaking of life? Shouldn’t we have the option in our lives to enjoy rich food, drink cocktails, and occasionally throw up on our friends? Life is gritty. It’s real. It’s sometimes overweight. And sometimes it shops at Wal-mart in spandex and buys Twinkies. I may not like it when it does that, but I’ll defend to the death its right to do it. So pay attention Bloomberg. Pay attention Mrs. Obama. Keep your hands off our booze, out of our donuts, and away from our Happy Meals. We’re here! We drink beer! Get used to it! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go dip this beer-battered Big Mac in some ranch dressing, roll it up, and smoke it. I SAID GOOD DAY, SIR!

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The Great Bloomberg Booze Backlash of 2012
It’s Gingrich-Huntsman
Monday A grueling drive down from rainy Los Angeles to Rancho Mirage. It is about the drabbest drive there is anywhere on earth. The New Jersey Turnpike is like the 17 Mile Drive in Carmel by comparison. We always make a lot of stops because, well, because we’re old and get tired easily. I visited with people at a hotel in Ontario, then at a CVS and a gas station in Calimesa, and at a Bob’s Big Boy. I am like a small town politician and my district runs along Highway 10 from Los Angeles to Rancho Mirage. In Rancho Mirage, we stopped at Pavilions to buy a few animal food things. The immense superstore was eerily empty. Only a few elderly men and women, alone, not in couples, shopped carefully for cat food and casually for frozen TV dinners. They looked desperately lonely. What if I were one of them? And how much it evokes my father when my mother died. He was miserable until he met a woman who took him to concerts at the Kennedy Center. Then he was happy. A good woman is everything. I had wandered far away in the store from Big Wifey and suddenly I could not see her any longer. I got frightened. What if she were gone? What if I were alone without my wife? I was totally scared. I don’t want to be 67 and alone. Or any age and alone. I scurried around and found her smiling her big Denman grin at the checkout counter. Now, it’s Christmas. My gift from God was standing there looking at magazines. The most beautiful, kindest, smartest, most loving, most generous woman, with the best sense of humor on this earth. The best creature I have ever encountered and I get to have her as my wife. It is Christmas all year long. I think my wife has more of the spirit of “love thy neighbor as thyself” than anyone else I have ever met. She’s literally the best person on the planet and I get to call her Big Wifey! CHRISTMAS! EVERY DAY! We got home, unpacked, rested, then went up to the clubhouse for dinner. There was almost no one else there. We watched C-Span, by far the best reality channel there is, as we ate. On air was a calm, extremely thoughtful debate between the next President of the United States, Newt Gingrich, and the next Vice President, Jon Huntsman. This was a scholar’s debate. Long, intelligent answers, no glib bullet points, no wisecracks, no zingers. Just a super smart analysis of foreign policy and defense issues. My wife and I were awed. These guys have it over Barack Obama and Joe Biden by so much it’s almost unbelievable. They are truly impressive. Newt’s position on defense — get the best defense you can and need and then figure out how to pay for it; sequestration — the worst possible way to play the budget game; Iran — the greatest threat on the planet — all of these were brilliant. He loves America. He loves Israel. He loves freedom. He is not bent over with self-loathing and conflict. I like him. This is vital: Newt stands up for America. So does Mr. Huntsman. I see them as dynamic campaigners and I see Newt knocking Obama out in every debate. Comparing Mr. Huntsman with Joe Biden is just plain cruel to my neighbor from Delaware. I like these guys and now I have hope. If I were Mr. Obama, I would be worried. Then, back home and a long, long swim under the stars. Perfect. We have a lot of worries at home in town with intruders and scary lawyers. But out here, it’s calm and peaceful. It’s Christmas.
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Perry’s Winning Glow Dims After Poor Debate Reviews
[Posted by Karl] Sorry, I mean George W. Bush : Bush’s Winning Glow Dims After Poor Debate Reviews Politics: McCain eclipses him in New Hampshire poll. Texas governor fails to dispel questions about his intellect. December 09, 1999|MARK Z. BARABAK | TIMES POLITICAL WRITER After his less-than-commanding performance in two presidential debates, George W. Bush faces a tougher race than expected amid growing signs of Republican discontent–including a new poll that shows major slippage in the key primary state of New Hampshire. While the Texas governor remains a heavy favorite for the GOP nomination, his problems were underscored by an independent survey Wednesday showing Sen. John McCain of Arizona surging past Bush to his biggest lead ever, 37% to 30%. The result represented a shift of 10 percentage points from a New Hampshire survey in mid-November. Rise and Shine, Campers… IT’S GROUNDHOG DAY! –Karl
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Obama Demands Republicans “Get On Board” His Plan For More Stimulus Spending…
All aboard the Failure Express . (Politico) — President Obama used a campaign-sounding Labor Day speech to demand that Republicans support the jobs plan he will unveil in a speech on Thursday. Speaking to workers in Detroit, Obama wouldn’t give specifics about his proposal (he said he “didn’t want to give everything away right here, because I want you all to tune in on Thursday”). But he said that “more than one million unemployed construction workers” could be put to work with his plan. “We just need Congress to get on board,” Obama said to cheers. “Let’s get America back to work.” The crowd then began chanting “four more years.”

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The Decline of Faith
Time recently published a cover story, “Is Hell Dead?” about a “rogue pastor” called Rob Bell in Michigan. We don’t know for sure that anyone is in hell, he argues. Maybe, but fantasizing free heaven passes for all doesn’t make much sense, especially for a pastor. If Bell’s message is that his parishioners are all going to enjoy an eternity of bliss whether they go to church or not, it’s only a matter of time before they stop going. “The doctrine of universal salvation turns out to be as deterministic as the more strident forms of scientific materialism,” Ross Douthat wrote. Rob Bell represents “the tragedy of non-judgmental mainline liberalism,” said R. Albert Mohler, Jr., president of the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary. I agree with that. Meanwhile I keep thinking of C. S. Lewis’s reminder: “All the most terrifying passages in the New Testament come from the mouth of Our Lord.” It should be clear by now that the theological liberalism that has dominated our age undermines religious faith, much as secular liberalism, intended to improve society, will end up bankrupting it. Consider the Church of England, where every progressive cause is embraced. Gay bishops? Who, in our current climate, would dare to disapprove? Out of 60 million people in the United Kingdom, only 1.1 million, or about 2 percent, go to church every week. Once it was 10 times that. Even its leaders seem to have stopped believing in it. Declining congregations and growing costs make the C. of E. an unsustainable venture without the recovery of faith. The trends in America are similar, although less advanced. The number of Americans who claim no religious affiliation has nearly doubled (from 8 percent to 15 percent) since 1990. In the same period self-identified Christians fell by 10 percentage points (from 86 to 76 percent). The Catholic Church has likewise declined, and the sex abuse scandal is only partly to blame. One in 10 Americans now identify themselves as ex-Catholics, and one of three raised as Catholic have defected. The Jesuits, by far the most liberal order, have fallen from 8,400 members in 1965 to 2,650 in 2010. Social justice, which really means income redistribution, is their foremost article of faith. All the most liberal orders of nuns — the ones who threw away their habits in the 1960s and adopted a vaguely feminist mission of peace and social justice — are withering away. Urgent fund-raising appeals are needed to preserve their elderly remnant. On the other hand, the orders that have restored the habit and insist on a strict interpretation of their respective rules are thriving. The trend is unmistakable. But the senior archbishops in the U.S. remain cowed-intimidated by the zeitgeist. (The younger bishops tend to be much better, however.) The underlying problem can be put this way. The top archbishops are incapable of instilling the fear of hellfire in their most famous parishioners, who without rebuke openly support abortion and other activities irreconcilable with Catholicism. These bishops have been trained to believe that all problems must be addressed by diplomacy, and their faith has turned into a watery thing. But our declining faith is caused by something more pervasive than non-judgmental liberalism. Rising prosperity makes its own contribution. We have seen this all over the Western world. People will avoid thinking about an afterlife, whether heaven or hell, as long as years of plenty stretch out ahead of them — a new vacation, a new toy, a new mistress. And capitalism does bring prosperity. Not that I oppose it on the ground that it promotes worldly comfort. Nonetheless, if capitalism endures — and we are seeing it spread to China and India — then we may expect a further decline in faith. What did Jesus say? First of all, he warned that riches put our souls in danger. He didn’t mention the hazards of poverty. Repeatedly, throughout the Gospels, he insists on the need for faith. He also predicted a general decline in faith. He did miracles right in front of people’s eyes but some of them still didn’t believe. Tyre and Sidon would have repented in sackcloth and ashes if they had seen such things, he said. And at the Second Coming, “when the Son of Man comes, will He find faith on the earth?” (The evangelists would hardly have invented a savior who foresees that his message will become less and less popular.) Islam has flourished even as Christianity has languished. And notice that Islamic countries seem incapable of creating wealth on their own. When it gushes out of the Arabian sands in the form of oil, the basis of the wealth had already been created in the West (in the form of automobiles). THE OTHER DAY, the pastor at our local Catholic church in Washington, D.C., wondered about the book-writing atheists in our midst. What goes through their minds in the middle of the night? I don’t think they contemplate either heaven or hell. They assume that at death they enter the void. Christopher Hitchens, who has written for this magazine, tells me in an e-mail that “annihilation is, to my knowledge, the post-death assumption of most if not all atheists.” I think this also applies to many liberal intellectuals who do not explicitly identify themselves as atheists. As to heaven and hell, Hitchens added, both have “the insuperable problem of compulsory eternity.” But the “invention of purgatory” has its attractions, he finds, because it does entail “the possibility of some kind of appeal, or change of circumstances.” Richard Dawkins, the prominent preacher of atheist polemics, finds the doctrine of purgatory ridiculous. He calls it a “sort of divine Ellis Island.” But he seems unbothered by the prospect of an eternal nothing. “Being dead will be no different from being unborn — I shall be just as I was in the time of William the Conqueror or the dinosaurs.” I have been reading two of Dawkins’s books, The God Delusion and The Greatest Show on Earth . He tells us that in his earlier books he forgot to disclose the scientific evidence that evolution is true. He will fill that gap (in The Greatest Show ). But he has little to offer, because there isn’t much evidence for evolution. Anti-religious polemics are his true forté . He’s a true believer in the idea that life arose by chance and only seems to be designed. That is his cause — the (bleak) faith that he lives for. His vituperative condemnations of religion are hard to reconcile with the claim (first made by Freud) that religious faith is “wishful thinking.” When we get up in years — and I qualify — we do think about the Last Things — normally defined as death, judgment, heaven and hell. But so do young people, now that I look back. Maybe we do so even more when we are young. But we don’t often hear about these things from the elderly, who are so fixated on aches and pains, hip replacements and the mundane details of health care (so tiresome to read about). The one certainty, that we are all going to die, and some of us fairly soon, we mostly contrive to keep out of our minds. Probably the old are better at that kind of repression than the young. Often, the practical faith of the elderly intelligentsia is a form of Roman stoicism. I sometimes meet people who tell me that they wish they had religious faith. I would only say this. Don’t think of it as a switch that is either in the “on” or “off” position. It is more like a muscle that has to