I heard this at the end of the Redskins/Cowboys football game:
Al Michaels: RG3... Maybe HE can solve the fiscal cliff! He's done everything else! Chris Collinsworth: Send him in!
It’s inescapable. Politics is everywhere and everyone yearns for the man with the plan. However, I wonder how many can point back to the moment the last plan was put into action? Those tax cuts, brought to us by the partisans in Washington, weren’t permanent. The temporary fix is now coming back to haunt us and everyone is looking for another kick-the-can solution to be handed down from on high.
And so it goes with the central planners. They create their own job security with each law they pass, and get re-elected as they shrug their pragmatic shoulders and do the “right thing”. Can’t be helped. And we agree with them. Oh, maybe not fiscally, but on just enough of the issues so that we don’t dare let the other side’s candidate win.
Sides… they’ve become so important that we’ve lost sight of the game almost entirely. We’re surrounded by referees, and flags are thrown so often for so many infractions that the game can hardly be played at all. In fact, we cheer when the flag is in our favor, then boo when it’s thrown against us. Justice is irrelevant. We desire victory instead. It keeps bread (and circuses) on the table.
The solution is coming – whatever it is – comprised of the minimum output for the maximum gain in vote tallies. In other words, same as it ever was.
"The anointed don't like to talk about painful trade-offs. They like to talk about happy "solutions" that get rid of the whole problem - at least in their imagination." - Thomas Sowell
Humans are funny. Some of us like delineating and imposing order upon the world to the point of getting so much of it that they experience an overwhelming joy in breaking free from the corset again, at least playfully.
As a little boy, I witnessed the equatorial baptism of my mother, which unfolded in the area around the swimming pool of the ship (this looks just like it, prior to the commotion and the mess) that took mom, my sister and myself in four weeks from Durban, South Africa, to Venice, Italy.
The 'baptism' was a traumatising experience as I was unable to discern that the gruesome treatment the Pollywogs (first-time crossers of the equator) were being subjected to was really just for mutual laughs.
The below Spanish event I find a lot easier to take. Most interestingly, however, some of my lasting dislikes (cake fights or cross dressing) clearly have their origin in my line-crossing trauma.
The annual festival of Els Enfarinats (Valencian pronunciation: [eɫz amfaɾiˈnats]) takes place in the town of Ibi in Alicante, Spain on December 28, as part of celebrations related to the Day of the Innocents. In the day long festival, participants known as the Els Enfarinats dress in mock military dress and stage a mock coup d'état.
Meanwhile, the Casats i Fadrins, accompanied by a band of street
musicians called the Rondalla, known by the name of Sonet, Xirimita and
Tabal, tour the city. At 8am, the Els Enfarinats take the city under the
slogan "New Justice", and at 9am the Race for Mayor will take place in
which it will be decided who is to be Mayor of the Els Enfarinats. Then,
the act of L'Aixavegó is carried out in the Plaça de l'Església
(Church Square), where the Els Enfarinats reside. Here, it is decided
that those who do not pay the fine will go to jail. At midday, a
collection called the Arreplegada dels Enfarinats takes place through
the streets of the old quarter and of the city centre of Ibi,
terminating in the Sant Joaquim Sanctuary. They exercise their authority
under a blaze of fireworks, flour bombs and eggs. At five o'clock in
the afternoon the authority of Els Enfarinats comes to an end giving way
to the celebration of the traditional Dansà.
[u]nfortunately, recycling consumer-level paper towels wastes far more
resources than it saves, so recycling actually costs us twice. Not only
does it waste resources in a primary way, because recycling paper uses
more energy and resources than virgin pulp to make paper, but it turns
out to waste paper in a secondary, consumer choice way: People actually
use more paper in the first place, because it's going to be recycled!
Read more here and another brief post on the same issue here.
Forget the toys and the decorations. Forget those retailers everywhere who are hoping you won’t forget about the toys and the decorations. Forget that Santa now bears an uncanny resemblance to Karl Marx. And remember what Linus said:
Thank you, Mr. Schulz, for that memorable classic.