Saturday, 31 May 2008


Barack Obama has excommunicated himself. See here for the New York Times story. Key paragraph:

“Our relations with Trinity have been strained by the divisive statements of Reverend Wright, which sharply conflict with our own views,” they [the Obamas] wrote. “These controversies have served as an unfortunate distraction for other Trinity members who seek to worship in peace, and have placed you in an untenable position.”

Translation: Wright is starting to hurt my electoral prospects.

A Year Ago



Here is a scene from today’s stage of the Giro d’Italia, which ends tomorrow in Milan. Spaniard Alberto Contador, who won the 2007 Tour de France by 23 seconds, is four seconds ahead of Italian Riccardo Riccò. Here is tomorrow’s stage: an individual time trial of 17.7 miles. May the strongest man win.

Addendum: There has been no nonItalian winner of the Giro since 1996, and no Spanish winner since 1993.

Addendum 2: If you want to watch tomorrow’s exciting stage, tune in Versus (formerly the Outdoor Life Network) at two o’clock Central Time. The time trial will be shown on tape delay.

Mineral Wells

There was no bike rally today, unfortunately, but that doesn’t mean I had to stay off the bike. I ran 17.5 miles during the week (6.6 Monday, 6.6 Wednesday, and 4.3 yesterday) and needed to work my cycling legs for a change. Two of my home boys (Randy and Bryce) met me at a small restaurant on the west side of Mineral Wells, where we rode a familiar course. The countryside in the Mineral Wells area is beautiful, and there’s little traffic on most of the roads we use. It was a bright, sunny day, with a stiff southerly wind. Randy and I disagreed about how humid it was, with him saying it wasn’t as humid as a week ago and me denying it (for the sake of argument). Bryce must think we’re crazy, the way we tease, taunt, and torment each other. But think about it: What would life be like without good-natured ribbing?

We stopped twice, once in the middle of nowhere (near an historical marker about an early settler who moved from Michigan to Texas) and once at a rustic country store with a wooden porch and a cow across the road. Everyone was nice to us, including the motorcyclists who pulled in for refreshments. Afterward, we ate lunch at the restaurant whose parking lot we used. Our average speed for 47.1 miles of riding was only 16.13 miles per hour, but our goal wasn’t to hammer. It was to have fun, and fun we had. Even climbing Cherry Pie Hill (a five-percent grade for 1.3 miles) wasn’t bad. I got my heart rate to 160 on the climb. Tomorrow I take a well-deserved break.

From Today’s New York Times

To the Editor:

Thrilled as I am, as a gay woman, that Gov. David A. Paterson wants us to have the same rights as straight couples, I am heartsick that his proposal (and California’s recognition of gay marriage) comes just before the November elections, giving the Republicans, once again, the distraction they need to get a conservative Republican elected as president.

What would happen if the Democrats waited until mid-November to raise the gay rights issue? I’ve waited so long, six more months won’t matter to me.

Linda Stein
New York, May 30, 2008

To the Editor:

Re “New York Backs Same-Sex Unions From Elsewhere” (front page, May 29): This is a slippery slope on the way to a big mistake. The very same arguments that have been put forth in favor of the notion of same-sex marriage (consenting adults should be able to do as they wish with their private lives) can easily be adopted by those who might favor incestuous marriage and polygamy.

Civil unions make a lot more sense than tampering with a societal norm that has been in existence from the beginning of time in just about every culture.

Michael Goldman
East Rockaway, N.Y., May 29, 2008

Note from KBJ: I have a question for the first letter writer. Why does the issue of homosexual “marriage” help Republicans and hurt Democrats?

Friday, 30 May 2008

Global Warmism

I leave you this fine evening with a column by Charles Krauthammer.

Cycling, Part 2

Here is a New York Times story about bike rallies. As my late colleague Denny would say, “Kewl.”

Five Hundred Seventy-Seven Years Ago

Nineteen-year-old Joan of Arc is burned at the stake.

Twenty Years Ago

5-30-88 . . . President [Ronald] Reagan is in Moscow to meet with Soviet President Mikhail Gorbachev, ostensibly to sign an arms-control treaty, but really to reap the glory of their respective citizens. Naturally, the media have made it into a spectacle. Each evening, on the news, there are reports about the men, the women, and the Russian people. “The women” are Nancy Reagan and Raisa Gorbachev, who have been visiting art museums and other attractions while their husbands do the work of state. It’s sickening to see them do these trivial things, for it sends a message to the children of the world that men do important things and women do frivolous things—that women are mere appendages of their husbands and exist for their pleasure and accompaniment only. Nancy Reagan has assiduously cultivated this image; she exults in her role as wife and helper. Raisa Gorbachev, on the other hand, is highly educated, but still appears to be the loyal, loving wife. That, too, sends a bad signal. It tells children that even well-educated, highly motivated women must play second fiddle to their husbands.


Joe Queenan always makes me laugh. The world needs more laughter and less slaughter.


Here is a scene from today’s stage of the Giro d’Italia. Here is tomorrow’s horrific stage. I don’t know about you, but I’m not sure I’d want to climb something called Passo del Mortirolo.

A Year Ago



Here is Peggy Noonan’s latest column. Here is Peg Kaplan’s latest post.

Addendum: Does the Wall Street Journal have editors? This sentence is a travesty: “The right will—already has—pummel him for disloyalty.”


A person is known by the company he or she keeps. Check out the company Barack Obama keeps.


The Colorado Rockies blew an 8-0 lead today, losing to the Chicago Cubs, 10-9. The Rockies have now, officially, hit rock bottom. As for the Cubbies, break ’em up!