J.D. Salinger is dead.
The author of lone assassins’ most popular book has passed away at 91.
I do not know why Mark David Chapman and Arthur Bremer were so obsessed with Catcher in the Rye, nor why it was consistently among the top ten most censored books in America. But there you have it.
He landed at Utah beach on June 6, 1944. I didn’t know that. The usual, excellent New York Times obit is here.
Requiescat in pace.
If you will check the archives, I initially supported John Edwards in the presidential stakes. I didn’t do it because of where his penis had been, NOR do I now believe that the First Annual National Castration, Weenie Roast and Auto-da-fé is appropriate, just, or says anything that is NOT insulting about the national psyche, our Collective Obnoxious*, but that is by the by.
Another cheapjack defender of public “morality”
(* Or, shorter, Faux Nooz™ and its “Hot chick teachers who’ve had SEX!” Sniff! Sniff!)
I supported Edwards because Obama has this insane idea that nuclear energy will ever be anything OTHER than a nightmare, and is, instead, a panacea for our energy problems.
Look, I used to live downstream from Los Alamos National Lab, and I had a cousin who worked there for years. From a young age I’ve been aware of the “promise” of nuclear power, but it is an endless downside with zero upside, as I will esplain to you. LOOOOOOOOOCY!
I believed that Obama believed nukes to be good, coming from the state in which Exelon — the thousand pound gorilla in the U.S.’s nuclear power industry — operates six, count ‘em SIX nuke plantz. It is politically idiotic to be against nuclear power in Illinois, sad to say. And it’s a fait accompli. They’re there. Continue reading