Archives for: February 2010, 03
02/03/10
There are ads which end political careers. Usually, however, those ads are put out by a politician's opponent. Fiorina's ad attacking Tom Campbell perplexes rather than clarifies. It's bizarre, and not in a good way. It reminds me of those foreign commercials that used to come out on TV specials- the ones we'd laugh at for their cultural weirdness.
I wonder if the demonic sheep have something to do with her study of medieval history. Perhaps it was based on some Hungarian folk tale.
I've heard Carly speak for John McCain and liked her. I'd vote for her over Barbra Boxer. This ad assures me that I will never get that chance.
A couple of years ago, John J. Miller from National Review compiled what he thought were the "50 greatest conservative rock songs." It's a thoughtful list, but, quite expectedly, incomplete. Below is my contribution to Miller's fine effort, a Conrock addendum, as it were. I'll just second his introduction and dive right in:
1. This Land is Your Land, Peter, Paul, and Mary.
An ode to manifest destiny, Biblically-based dominion over the earth, property rights, and Intelligent Design. It's the podcast.
Relevant lyrics:
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me those golden valleys
This land was made for you and me!
This land is your land, this land is my land,
From California, to the New York island,
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters,
This land was made for you and me.
Peter, Paul and Mary - Carry It On - A Musical Legacy
2. Two Kinds of Seagulls, Tom Chapin.
Another folk-rockish ballad. Not quite Aquinas, but, still, a rather eloquent case for Natural Law.
Relevant lyrics:
There's two kinds of llamas: papas and mamas.
They wear different pajamas and that's why there's llamas.
Most creatures come in pairs. That's the way they mingle.
One kind only would be lonely. It takes two to tingle.
There's two kinds of peoples: he-puls and she-puls.
He-puls like she-puls. She-puls like he-puls.
And that's why there's me-puls, and you-puls,
And peoples.
3. Jungle, B.B. King
A musical expression of the phenomenon known as "business flight" ("race to the bottom" for liberals) wherein business and people move from high tax states to more business-friendly ones.
Relevant lyrics:
I work hard everyday
From Monday to Friday night
The wages that they pay me
I swear that they're very light
The take out a little for the state
A little more for Uncle Sam
How can I ever catch up
And get myself out of this jam
Yes, I think I'll move to the jungle
Move way out in the woods
Yes, because the way things are here now
Well, I ain't doin' myself no good
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