How it really went down
Uh guys, are you familiar with the expression "fall guy"? Lehman: code name Wilmer.
Confounding the calumniators and apostates
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It's a storied Bay Area baseball franchise. Now, late in the season they are 87-74, 2nd in their division after a desultory stretch run in which they went 4-6. They could win 90 games this year, which will be a great outcome, but no matter how they finish, they will end the season looking up at that hated rival from Los Angeles.
Radio 4's Blofeld and Baxter: Memories of the Test Match Special is slow, genial, droll, slightly naughty, and has a killer story about the Queen at the end. You will never hear anything like it in a million hours of U.S. radio.
Wildlife Scientist and Eric's dad, Will Troyer, passes away at 89, from Alaska Dispatch News.
[T]he right is railing against the bums on welfare not only when there aren’t any bums, but when there isn’t any welfare.
It is one of the paradoxes of the British that we have been skilled at constructing federal constitutions for other countries. British blood flowed through the veins of the American founding fathers who wrote the constitution of the United States. When Australia and Canada became independent, they did so as federal states. After the second world war, the allies, Brits to the fore, devised a federal constitution for Germany that has served that country well. It is here on our own islands that we have always struggled, ever since William Gladstone was thwarted over home rule for Ireland in the 19th century.
Nate Silver makes the case here.
When historians come to write how and why Scotland was lost – or nearly lost – from the United Kingdom, they would do well to focus on the effete stupidity of our leaders...
Johan Cruyff has come home to Amsterdam and, on a cloudy day in the old city where he was born, grew up and made his professional debut for Ajax 50 years ago this November, he moves with good-humoured elegance through the crowds calling out his name and trying to touch him. At the Olympic Stadium, walking around an arena that has been taken over for the day by his Foundation, this is an exercise in the familiar art of being Johan Cruyff. The 67-year-old reacts to the adoration, and even being cuddled by a grown man dressed up as a “Cruyffie” mascot, with a wry smile. This is how it feels to have been a football superstar for five decades.
TuneIn.com, doing something very old and strangely new: creating a metasite of worldwide radio stations (I search by city) and web radio sites that is easy to search and seems to work quite well, basically one page to search, and one page to play.
...you do not talk about Palin Fight Club!
Through a series of sources, first from TPM..
" The details are a little sketchy, but there’s enough of them, from enough different sources, that a story emerges, a story that according to the gossip Gods, looks kind of like this: There’s some sort of unofficial birthday/Iron Dog-type/snowmachine party in Anchorage. A nice, mellow party, until the Palin’s show up. There’s beer, of course, and maybe other things. Which is all fine, but just about the time when some people might have had one too many, a Track Palin stumbles out of a stretch Hummer, and immediately spots an ex-boyfriend of Willow’s. Track isn’t happy with this guy, the story goes. There’s words, and more. The owner of the house gets involved, and he probably wished he hadn’t. At this point, he’s up against nearly the whole Palin tribe: Palin women screaming. Palin men thumping their chests. Word is that Bristol has a particularly strong right hook, which she employed repeatedly, and it’s something to hear when Sarah screams, “Don’t you know who I am!” And it was particularly wonderful when someone in the crowd screamed back, “This isn’t some damned Hillbilly reality show!” No, it’s what happens when the former First Family of Alaska comes knocking. As people were leaving in a cab, Track was seen on the street, shirtless, flipping people off, with Sarah right behind him, and Todd somewhere in the foreground, tending to his bloody nose."
A long time ago, in East Amsterdam, there was a boy who lived by the soccer stadium. His father died when he was 12, and the stadium became his second home. He joined the youth team of Ajax, the local club. He built up his game year by year, until one day, they promoted him to the first team. And then he started scoring goals, and didn't stop until Ajax had won three European Cups, and Barcelona FC was knocking on his door, one hand extended in friendship, and the other holding the largest transfer fee in the history of the world.
I have no objection to sending our military to fight our enemies as required. However...
Seeing real consensus that it's time to eliminate "homeland" from vocabulary. Honestly, taxing it is best way to do so.
— emptywheel (@emptywheel) September 11, 2014
Even if you are sure — and be honest my Keynesian and monetarist friends, we are none of us sure — that your “soft money” policy will yield higher real production in aggregate than a hard money stagnation, you will be putting comfortable incumbents into jeopardy they otherwise need not face. Some of that higher return will be distributed to groups of people who are, under the present stability, hungry and eager to work, and there is no guarantee that the gain to the wealthy from excess aggregate return will be greater than the loss derived from a broader sharing of the pie. “Full employment” means ungrateful job receivers have the capacity to make demands that could blunt equity returns. And even if that doesn’t happen, even if the rich do get richer in aggregate, there will be winners and losers among them, each wealthy individual will face risks they otherwise need not have faced. Regression to the mean is a bitch.
It's what that says, in one of the most Eisengeistian creations ever.