I'll be covering CPAC this year after all.

Thanks for the money, and please keep sending it.

Thanks also to the folks at CRC Public Relations, who will be feeding the bloggers lunch. That will be nice: last year I ate about one real meal a day, and lived on protein bars the rest of the time. It would have been okay, but D.C. doesn't seem to have a lot of fruit stands—so it was rather an odd diet.

Fortunately, I ate very well when I landed at my friends' place in Baltimore, and they saved my pudgy middle-aged midsection.

That is the nicest part of the trip, I must admit: seeing my friends, and their well-behaved kids—one boy, one girl. (Both fun to talk to, and neither one predisposed to yell. They are curmudgeon-proof children, and they let me borrow their books: I adore re-reading kids' books when I'm recovering from a stressful event like CPAC.)

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Maybe. And maybe not.

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Glenn Reynolds on discussion of political assassination among Democrats:

Now, apparently, it's shifted to "beyond the pale" category. It's not only important to have the right opinions -- it's important to have them at the right time.

That's always been the case. After all, hyper-religiousity was okay when Jimmy Carter occupied the White House. And when Reagan was there, fluency in English was just another sign of stupidity; now it's essential to proving any intelligence.

It's all about timing.

UPDATE: Link fixed. I think.

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I just got around to following the Insty linked from his entry referenced below. The Southeast Asian holocaust is something none of my lefty friends has made any attempt to deal with, to my knowledge.

When I think about how I was raised, listening to the Hair soundtrack as my parents and their friends abandoned the South Vietnamese to torture and genocide, I just want to howl in shame and rage.

And it may be about to happen again, in the Middle East. Violence, torture, suffering. The stifling of dissent. Mass murder.

But it's okay, right? "Peace is Patriotic."

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What an awesome idea.

Support, man. It can make a huge difference in human development. And an environment such as the blogosphere wherein one can acknowledge one's shortcomings? That's, um, priceless.

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Glenn Reynolds:

Back in the Vietnam days we heard a lot of accusations of genocide hurled at war supporters -- but it was when the war opponents got their wish that the mass murder began, and they were very quiet (or, in some cases, actually defensive of the Khmer Rouge) once it happened.

Read the whole thing.

How people can read America Alone, BTW, as advocating genocide is beyond me. There were moments when I felt Steyn overstated his case, but he isn't a racist: he's deeply concerned about the very real threat of Islamofascism, and how demographic trends will exacerbate that threat in coming years.

Of course, Steyn is defending himself ably, remarking that

I appreciate Andrew Sullivan’s need to make a living and I regret that, alas, there don’t seem to be as many takers for his “conservatism of doubt” as his publishers evidently thought. But if he really feels the need to embroil me in a piffling pseudo-scandal I’d appreciate it if next time he could just finger me as the father of Anna Nicole’s baby and leave it at that.

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And I work tomorrow, so at some point I need to do laundry and unpack.

But first, I'll take a small vacation to recover from the vacation.

An essay by Ayn Rand, a small nap, and I'll be right as rain.

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It's just that they are noisy, self-indulgent, lazy creatures who appear to think of nothing other than computer games and watching videos.

Of course, being in a cabin with with five children, four computers and three large-screen televisions is going to lead to media overload.

I'm a curmudgeon: I put a piece of paper on my laptop proclaiming it's "Joy's computer--do not use."

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. . . on Hill's unique little dilemma.

But, for crying out loud: can someone tell me what "rat" means in British slang?

Via Classical Values.

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Please note that although roast beef takes around the same amount of time to cook at 6000 feet as it does at 2000 feet, quiches take twice as long.

Fortunately, there was plenty of salad, and almost enough roast beef to go around while we waited.

And when the quiches did show up, they were much appreciated.

But two different quiche recipes is a bit much; I need to figure out what the best approach is, and make double of that—then I'll just add the extras at the last minute: bacon for the quiche lorraine, and onion for the vegetarian one.

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Sez:

In the capital city of the most powerful nation on the planet, the political class spent last week trying to craft a bipartisan defeat strategy, and they might yet pull it off.

Via Insty, who concurs with Steyn that "to everyone else on the planet, it's America's war. And it will be America's defeat."

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I had a huge tantrum the first time I was left at my Mexican baby-sitter's place. I was three years old.

I got used to being there, and learned to love my new environment. But whenever something is slightly unsatisfactory, I like to make that fact known as far and wide as I can.

These people—the ones I'm hanging out with now in the woods—took me in when I didn't have any family to speak of. I am much too casual about this fact. This may be due to having a strong personality. It could also be related to being an asshole, but I don't really want to think about that right now.

Fuck. First my nephews, then my cousins. And now my high-school crowd. Am I done now? Do I have enough family relations taken care of?

I shall go home and live in a cave. And the only person allowed in that cave will be my husband, and him only when it's the right time of month.

But I haven't snapped, or freaked out, or at any point been anything less than a lady.

That part certainly marks a departure from when I was twenty. And from when I was three.

Wish me luck, boys and girls: tomorrow evening, I cook dinner for fourteen. I'll be accepting Weed-O-Grams, if you can arrange 'em.

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It was a good day, today, overall. The dudes did what they could, and the chicks took turns being co-dependent and taking responsibility for the outcomes of Things They Couldn't Possibly Affect.

When Monday morning comes round again I will have enjoyed about as much of this as I can stand.

The fact that these trips used to last for a whole week makes me want to enter a time machine and give myself (at 17, at 23, at 2 a good talking-to.

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I'm in the mountains north of Los Angeles, where I'm spending the three-day weekend with friends I've known since high school. We used to do this once or twice a year—get away from the city for a weekend, or several days, or a whole week.

We kept doing it when we were in college, and then when we started working. The modality continued to evolve, but we never stayed away from it for more than a few years.

I'm mostly here, of course, to see Little Blonde Bitch, M.D. and her family, since it's been a good long time since I've even laid eyes on them.

But I'm here with three other "single" people (folks whose spouses or sig others are too smart to want to come along), and two complete families, including a total of five children. (It would have been seven, except that my roommate from fifteen years ago had a family mishap and couldn't make it.)

This is completely insane: in four or six hours, the noise level may well be intolerable.

The difference from my youth? I'm not crashed on a couch, or sharing a bedroom with two other couples. I'm tucked safely away in a bedroom, behind a door that I will desperately need tomorrow morning.

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But I still laughed my head off.

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1 Well I was unhampered by any such self-loathing in my mirth. 'Course bein' a card-carrying member of The Patriarchy and all...

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2 Anyone else think that it's better than her real resume?

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3 Did he really have to include Raleigh in thatt? Sigh

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Just the best. I wonder where one gets them on the West Coast.

[Confidential to A the H: I'm asking for a friend.]

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writ large.

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Send your nominations in now.

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I came home and suggested to Attila the Hub that if he's really tired of television he could go to massage school, and that would be a nice new career direction for him.

He didn't even answer me; he just gave me The Look.

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our toaster is dying. Sometime in the next month, I'll have to go out and buy one. Basically I want a Williams-Sonoma model for Wal-Mart money. As usual.

Thoughts?

My mother found a cool Oster with the features I like, so I might try to get a four-slot version of hers.

And don't be saying, "you killed it with those nonstop toaster waffles." We already know that. We're contrite, and stuff. Well, we aren't really contrite, but we're willing to play it on TV.

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