As we know, bicyclists are terrible. They’re terrible in large part because they’re horribly inconsiderate. They think it’s totally fine to do 10 mph on a street in front of a bus carrying 80 people. They think it’s fine to do 10 mph on a sidewalk where everyone else is moving 2 mph. They think it’s fine to rip up streets and parking spots in order to build infrastructure that very few people use. Their self-absorption is legendary.
It’s time to add another chapter to the legend, however. Bicyclists are so self-absorbed that they will violate ebola quarantines and risk spreading an organ-liquifying disease just so they can go on a bike ride. Not even, like, a bike ride to someplace. Just a leisurely spin on their monstrous, two-wheeled contraption.
My must read of the day is “The Case Against Ebola Quarantines, Respectfully Submitted,” by Ron Fournier, in the National Journal.
Reports that Michael Bay, the Auteur of Awesome, may be tackling a feature film about Benghazi was both welcome, and rather exciting, news.
I have no particular interest in addressing the various controversies surrounding the attacks on the American diplomatic compound in Benghazi, Libya, that led to the murder of our ambassador to that nation. It seems clear that the administration initially tried to downplay the idea that this was a terror attack. And they had good reason to, given that Obama had spent the last two years campaigning on the idea that al Qaeda was in retreat and, therefore, not an important issue. “Osama bin Laden is dead and GM is alive,” etc. But it’s all a moot point now.
What is interesting about this news is that it seems to be a perfect fit for Bay, one of our foremost populist filmmakers. It’s a story that hits all the right populist buttons: honorable military/ex-military types fighting to the death to defend an American ambassador from a raging horde of foreign terrorists as the civilian elite completely and utterly botches the response to the attacks and the commander in chief jets off to a lavish fundraiser in Las Vegas. Even if Bay completely avoids all the political insinuations one way or the other—and I imagine he will, as his populism has never struck me as terribly partisan—he can still churn out an incendiary indictment of the Obama administration’s handling of the crisis. On film, incompetence and malfeasance are more or less interchangeable.
Yesterday, before taking off to attend a campaign event in Wisconsin, President Obama spoke to the press about the issue of Ebola. He praised the health care workers who are fighting the disease in West Africa, and indicated that he disagreed with the quarantine policies that the governors of New York and New Jersey have sought to implement for them. He doesn’t like these quarantines because they are insufficiently “supportive” of the efforts of the health care workers, and because they contribute to a climate of fear.
Following last night’s fun and funny event at AEI celebrating the release of The Seven Deadly Virtues (which you should buy!), the book’s editor, publisher, and a handful of the writers who contributed to it retired to a nearby eatery to be eat, drink, and be merry. A good time was had by all, due (in part) to the alcohol.
But my choice of alcoholic beverage was found to be lacking by several of the eminence grises in attendance. I was denounced as girlish in taste and weak in spirit. There was much hooting and hollering after I ordered … a Sazerac.
Now, I have to admit to being quite confounded by this turn of events. After all, the sazerac is one of the oldest cocktails, a piece of pure Americana. Here’s Eric Felten, writing about the famed beverage in How’s Your Drink:
President Obama may not be on the ballot this year, but he is having an election-inspired existential crisis. Democrats want nothing to do with him, and his failed leadership is directly to blame for rocket explosions.
The Washington Post reports that watching Democrats across the country try to dissociate themselves from the president has hurt Obama’s feelings:
My must read of the day is “House Dems fret debilitating losses,” in Politico.
Yesterday, Marvel announced that every movie until the end of time will be a Marvel production and that the future involves people working for Marvel and Marvel subsidiaries in order to earn enough money to purchase IMAX 3D tickets to said Marvel movies. Pundits hailed the Marvel-based economy. “It’s like the gold standard, but better,” one wag said. “Less prone to boom and bust. And those loony Paulistas don’t have their fingerprints on it.”
Unlike John Fogerty, Tilden Hagan is a Senator’s son, and, shockingly, things have worked out pretty well for him. By sheer coincidence, after his mom voted for the 2009 stimulus package, a company Tilden Hagan co-owned with his future brother-in-law was awarded a taxpayer-funded contract to install solar panels. The company overseeing the project, JDC Manufacturing, was, by sheer coincidence, owned by Tilden’s dad. The deal appears to have violated JDC’s own conflict-of-interest policy. Oh well.
A Super PAC run by former aides to Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid (D., Nev.) is running a radio ad in North Carolina that accuses GOP Senate candidate Thom Tillis of helping to “cause the shooting death of Trayvon Martin,” the Florida teenager who was killed under controversial circumstances in early 2012.