Bad Influence

I’m sorry to see that P.J. O’Rourke has left us for that Great Editorial Office In The Sky.

Although I didn’t agree with much of his later writing, I loved his earlier books (Parliament Of Whores, Eat The Rich, etc.) and I do owe him a debt of gratitude.

You see, when I was homeschooling the kids, whenever they asked a question about politics or taxes or any of that, I simply pointed them to the relevant chapter in one of P.J.’s books, and let him be their guide.  (Also, they didn’t always believe my explanation because for some reason they thought I was a right-wing conservative, and wanted an “impartial” perspective, ho ho.)

The Son&Heir now has all O’Rourke’s books on his shelf, and I truly believe that these have formed his socio-political outlook, such as it is.

No better legacy.

News Roundup

Today’s News Roundup is brought to you by:


fuck off, Geraldo you liberal asswipe.


and a single pic should suffice:


you mean “misinformation” such as that Michael Mann’s “hockey stick” climate graph is a pack of lies?  Or that not one climate prediction has so far been accurate?


as once again, the market establishes the actual value of certain jobs.


damn, I had no idea that there was a “militant atheist” department.


key word:  Tennessee.


show of hands from those of you whose trigger fingers began to itch when reading this headline… all of you, huh?  Thought so.


no different from a vegan restaurant, really.

And now, INSIGNIFICA:

 


so here we go:

The above brought to you by:

….wait:  not that Coke?  My bad.

Spendy Property

We’re all accustomed to stories of how expensive real estate has become in the world’s major cities.  Here’s one in London that caught my eye recently:

A Notting Hill flat that is so small  [254 sq.ft] that there only appears to be a sofa available to sleep on has gone on sale on Rightmove for £350,000.

That works out to $1,872 / sq.ft [pause for recovery time]  but it does raise an interesting question.

Is it actually uninhabitable?  Well, it depends.  If a single person (forget a couple, that’s insane) bought the place as a full-time residence, it would be tight — but not impossible.  And honestly — I know the neighborhood — the kitchen would only be used in emergencies, because that area has about a jillion pubs, restaurants and takeout places pretty much within a few blocks of the place in any direction.

Its purpose, in fact, is that of a corporate flophouse;  where an executive (e.g. Mr. Free Market) has a family house / estate far outside London, but spends Monday- to Thursday nights in the city.  In these circumstances, all he needs is a bed and a bathroom, with the rest being more or less superfluous.

And the flat is quite pleasing to the eye withal, despite its shortage of area:

I could live there, by myself.  But only because it’s in London.  Anywhere else, and I’d feel like this:

Good Old Days

Prompted by Insty’s invitation to his open thread:

…let’s take a wander down Memory Lane (right-click to embiggen):

Ah yes, the good old days, when California actually produced things, and made stuff.