Thomas Hobbes wrote that the life of man is “solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short.” Today’s White House definitely isn’t poor, lavishly feeding off the wealth of the American taxpayer, and the current presidency certainly isn’t short, with nearly four more years to run. But it is undeniably nasty and brutish, as veteran Washington Post reporter Bob Woodward has found after questioning President Obama’s narrative on the sequester issue.
Disrupting the Borg is expensive and time consuming!
Google Search
-
Recent Posts
- Will Their Masks Protect Them From CO2?
- Global Warming Emergency In The UK
- Mainstream Media Analysis Of DOGE
- Angry And Protesting
- Bad Weather Caused By Racism
- “what the science shows”
- Causes Of Earthquakes
- Precision Taxation
- On the Cover Of The Rolling Stone
- Demise Of The Great Barrier Reef
- Net Zero In China
- Make America Healthy Again
- Nobel Prophecy Update
- Grok Defending Climategate
- It Is Big Oil’s Fault
- Creative Marketing
- No Emergency Or Injunction
- The Perfect Car
- “usually the case”
- Same Old Democrats
- Record Arctic Ice Growth
- Climate Change, Income Inequality And Racism
- The New Kind Of Green
- The Origins Of Modern Climate Science
- If An Academic Said It, It Must Be True
Recent Comments
- Bob G on Will Their Masks Protect Them From CO2?
- Peter Carroll on Will Their Masks Protect Them From CO2?
- Tel on Global Warming Emergency In The UK
- arn on Will Their Masks Protect Them From CO2?
- Bob G on Will Their Masks Protect Them From CO2?
- mwhite on Global Warming Emergency In The UK
- arn on Global Warming Emergency In The UK
- william on Global Warming Emergency In The UK
- gordon vigurs on Will Their Masks Protect Them From CO2?
- arn on Will Their Masks Protect Them From CO2?
“My, my, my! Me and me! Little down dream don’t I love thee! And, I declare, what was there on the yonder bank of the stream that would be a river, parched on a limb of the olum, bolt downright, but the Gripes? And no doubt he was fit to be dried for why had he not been having the juice of his times?” – James Joyce (Finnegans Wake, 1939)