Monday Roundup: Out, Out Damn Spot!

  • I’m glad they got a voice of reason into this look at how the Lege is stomping all over both parental and teenager rights. Because who cares more about a kid — a mere parent, or some semi-pro political tool? (And what a surprise to find State Sen. John Carona‘s fat fingerprints all over the worst of the bills.) Of course, the unintentional (or is it?) effect of all this is to raise up young adults who think their every decision as an adult is subject to permission from elected. Which, now that I mention it
  • I missed something in Tanya Eiserer’s story on Friday that Grits certainly didn’t miss: “Eiserer’s story concludes with an especially fascinating account that suggests Sundquist’s lying wasn’t just malfeasance by a single officer but actually part of a pattern attributed to his entire unit.”
  • This is going to be fun. After all, if the product isn’t intended to cross state lines in manufacture, sale or us, how can the federal government justify regulating it under the interstate commerce clause? (I think you know what product I’m talking about.)
  • Stupid Flu Reactions: This weekend the softball team waved instead of high-fived. Cashiers at Kroger wore rubber gloves or lathered in hand sanitizer. No surgical mask sightings. What did you see?

RIP Dallas Challenges Me Debate. I Accept. Then, Radio Silence.

The head punchline of the joke that is RIP Dallas, “Grim,” challenged me to a debate via Twitter. I accepted, stipulating that they set up the venue, we work out a contract on the details (moderation, rebroadcast rights, editing, etc.) and that they pay me an honorarium for my time. And then…nothing. What gives?


Friday Roundup: I’m Going to the Special Hell for Item One

  • Yeah, it’s real fun to be the guy who “defends” a convicted sex offender. This is going to make me real popular. But I’m just a little troubled that this guy is facing 10 years not because the law regards what he did as a danger to children, but rather because of a technicality. John Joseph Stuart…faces a felony registration-violation charge that could send him back to prison for up to 10 years. Stuart, 32, wouldn’t have had any trouble with police if he had disclosed his job at the SAT and ACT Prep Center, which he co-owns with his wife, Frances Stuart.” If a sex offender is an imminent threat he shouldn’t be let out at all, but the sex offender registration laws go way overboard and do almost nothing but make the state pols who pass them sound tough on crime. They’re ineffective mainly because 95 percent of child sex abuse victims know the perpetrator, i.e. Uncle Don, not the stranger in the trench coat with a pack of Smarties on the end of a fishing line.
  • Conflicting reports on how the Richardson city council race for Place 4 is getting a little ugly, which means it’s suddenly interesting to me. In a race pitting a more hardcore conservative against an Establishment country club type Republican, I hear it two ways. Ed Cognoski — the classic example of the guy who can’t believe McGovern lost since “everyone I know voted for him” but who’s been following the races in his ‘burb closely — says the unfortunately named Tom Bache-Wiig is acting all douche-baggy. A trusted friend who is also following the race tells me it’s the other way around: “The ‘Richardson Coalition’ PAC sent a mailer with some really shitty remarks about Tom Bache-Wiig. The RC supports Gary Slagel, the former mayor, and class-A elite jackass. TBW is a true conservative, and quite frankly, his mere appearance in the race scare the country club set to death.” Is this Richardson’s version of Huckabee vs. McCain?
  • Good. Because I don’t care what you think about illegal immigration, national security, the need for a border fence, the environmental impact, or any other issue except this: the government needs to respect private property rights. Period. Full Stop.
  • Finally, from a dear friend Down Under:
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Thursday Roundup: Does This Look Like a ‘Q’ to You?

  • There’s no part of this story about Ryan v Margolin that I don’t love. Keep. It. Coming.
  • Meanwhile, Bud Kennedy shows that the Guv is really going after the mouth-breathing crowd. I mean, yeah, I believe it’s been 100 days/100 epic fails, but are we really going to continue hearing this “Obama’s not a citizen!” stuff for the next four years? This is the right-wing’s version of the water-headed left-wing’s “the 2000 election was stolen!” whine.
  • Seriously though, if you are really worried about the swine flu epidemic, your risk factors, and possible symptoms, here’s a web site that will help you self diagnose —
  • And in two bits of Twitter news, first, if you’re not following the anchors and reporters from all three of the primary local network news stations, plus NBC, then you’re missing dozens OF cheery “morning” updates!!!! LOL :) that … well, it’s like getting a new blog post from Jane McGarry every 10 minutes. Or having Steve Blow text you.
  • Also, I’m getting love tweets.12

Bad Day for the Hotel; Worse Day for Jerry Allen

Really, Dallas? This is the cream of the leadership crop? Really? Councilman Jerry Allen, take it away:

That’s an element of risk that’s out there [with the city-owned hotel]…Of course, by that time, I’ll be off council. So I cannot be held accountable.

Jesus and dinosaurs, air atoms, JFK’s speech in 1972 and so, so much more as Sam Merten pulls back the curtain on one of the many wizards running Dallas. Take a look-see.

Tuesday Roundup: Life Begins at 17 Years and One Day Ago

We interrupt your regularly scheduled morning spin and snark for an important message from the, er…president. Yeah. That’s right. President. Of this blog. Look, it’s my little empire here, so deal with it. Regular programming returns later. This is ME time. (Health Warning: If you’re diabetic, skip this post.)


In any man’s life, you’ll find any number of critical milestones that shape who he becomes. I don’t mean all the “hold muh beer and watch this” moments. I mean the good stuff. The great leaps and the right turns. The stuff that makes a man a better man. Now for me, most of these were as foreseeable as they were ultimately fortunate.

For instance, there was the moment I finally accepted I’d never get Superman’s job (despite my Adonis-like build) when I grew up, and instead chose to take his day job as a mild-mannered (no snickering you bastards) journalist. There was the quiet evening almost seven years ago when my idea of responsible family planning was to say to the missus “Hey, don’t bother getting your pills this month.” She shrugged a “sure.” The result is almost six years old now, and she’s my boss. And there was that landmark liquid lunch at Al Biernat’s with a certain magazine editor best known for his cruel reputation. The guy actually listened to my stupid ideas and lame story pitches, and then gave me a second chance to get it right. That turned into a four years and still running relationship with the magazine (guess which) and a slightly awkward bromance.

All good times. Definite life changers. But I saw each one coming like they were waving flags and doing a line dance.

The Big One? Fair to say I never saw it coming. Hit me 17 years and one day ago exactly. Changed everything.

I was covering a trial. She was on break from jury duty in the court room next door. I took one look and stopped cold. Stunned. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. I walked past her a half dozen times absolutely dazed and confused. Now, I wasn’t the sort to just walk up and start hitting on a girl like I am now. But I’m not exaggerating one bit when I tell you something inside me said that if I didn’t say hello to this girl right then and there, I’d regret it for the rest of my life.


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Is RIP Dallas Ripping Off Rage Against the Machine?

RIP Dallas has unveiled its latest video ad on the Youtubes. Apparently, 21 people with red umbrellas hit Victory and spelled out NO. Or NU, to be technical.

Here’s the video, which the astute viewer will note uses Rage Against the Machine’s “Bulls on Parade” as a soundtrack.

I have an email into the group to find out whether they secured the rights to use the song.

Given that it’s Rage Against the Machine and what Rage stands for, I’m betting that like the word spelled out at Victory, it’s a big red NO.

(Fits the pattern and creates a FAIL trifecta: RIP Dallas stole an idea (the freeze) and executed it poorly, they stole the music and executed it poorly, and they want a public works project that, when it starts bleeding from poor execution, will require the city to dip into Dallas taxpayers wallets.)

Monday Roundup: We’re All Gonna Die, Part 19

  • The scores of ads for erotic services that are posted daily on Craigslist are taking a lot of time and effort for police in the Dallas area. And nationwide, for that matter. It’s a serious challenge for law enforcement. Oh so serious. But say, here’s a thought: how about stop wasting time criminalizing acts between consenting adults, and instead go after real criminals instead? Why the Sam Hill is it illegal to charge someone for something that’s legal if you give it away? The damn vice laws are downright anti-capitalist, by gum.
  • Dallas DNA premiers this week on Investigation Discovery channel. It’s nice to have a DA focused on justice for a change, and not just phony conviction numbers.

Why Is This Posted in Every Men’s Room in Every Bar and Restaurant?


Separated at Birth: Eric Celeste and Lt. Dangle


(h/t wife)