On the Passing Scene…

I think readers here will be unsurprised by the fact that I am disquieted (rather, “pissed off”) by the “feddle gummint’s” ever more intrusive (and indeed, iniquitous) meddling in local and even personal, private affairs. As some recent readers may also be aware, I’ve discovered the Martin Marprelate Letters and begun repairing that woeful lack in my education by reading them. So, it will surprise no one, I trust, that I here combine, in one brief snippet from , the two:

“This is a pretty matter that standers by must be so busy in other men’s games. Why, sauceboxes, must you be prattling?”

If that doesn’t sum up the gaggle of congresscritters, feddle gummint bureaucraps and black-robed statists as succinctly as possible, then I’d like to see a more succinct and telling comment.

Bring ’em on!

Speedtest.net

Well, since my last go-around with ISP, things have been “not bad”.

Pretty indicative of things since my last marathon call-in to ISP… Apparently, someone there is neglecting their assignment to screw things up.

VOIP is back sounding decent. Uploads/Downloads working properly. Mail works. And web pages load well, as long as I don’t switch my router back to using my ISP’s Domain Name Servers. If I do that, I can still count on having to attempt loading pages multiple times. (My first-listed DNS is one of OpenDNS‘s servers; so’s my second. The third-listed DNS is one of Google’s. Better reliability and uptime, it seems. Quick resolution. In addition, I have OpenDNS set up to filter things according to my preferences. What’s not to like? All of ’em beat the socks off the DNS offered by my ISP.)

A View from the (Coakley) Kitchen

From an Iowahawk screed on the Brown/Coakley race, via a tip from Woody:

In this morning when I get to the kitchen Senora Coakley is standing there with the Democratic advisor people. And they are all very angry. At me.

“Have I done something wrong Senora?” I say.

“Rosa! You have done everything wrong!” they are yelling. “There is no way we could lose the election. Everybody in the Massachusetts loves El Presidente and his health care! Everyone loves Senora Coakley and Tio Teddy! You are the reason, Rosa! You have lost this election just like you did with Senora Kennedy in Nueva York. Rosa, you are the cursed!”

And now I am getting very angry.

“No, Rosa is not the cursed,” I say. “But Rosa has a curse for you. Chinga su madre, puta loca.”

Just go read the whole hilarious thing.

And, thanks again, Woody, for the tip. This was great stuff.