Fellaini's Astonishing Afro

We've discussed this fellow's aversion to barbers previously but it's worth bringing him up again. Having maintained his ban on barbers for the entire EPL season, Everton forward Marouane Fellaini's afro is becoming breathtakingly huge. Just look at this . . .

That picture isn't from the 70's. It's from last week or thereabouts. Derek Robson's indispensable BBC Football blog is on the case.

Maher vs.Coluter

Last night at Radio City

I haven't seen anything like this since The Elephant Man debated Quasimodo.

Warren Buffett Speaks

. . . to the obscenely hot Becky Quick

about the economy and its handling by the new powers that be in DC.

. . . if you're in a war, and we
really are on an economic war, there's a obligation to the majority to behave in
ways that don't go around inflaming the minority. If on December 8th when--maybe
it's December 7th, when Roosevelt convened Congress to have a vote on the war,
he didn't say, `I'm throwing in about 10 of my pet projects,' and you didn't
have congress people putting on 8,000 earmarks onto the declaration of war in
1941.

This is from an Obama supporter, by the way. Folks, wake up. Your money, that stuff you earn that you need for things and living, well, it's being flushed - to quote the great social philosopher Travis Bickle - right down the fucking toilet.

Hidden Underworld Of New York

Undercity.org is a simply fascinating website. New Yorkers who think the only thing under their feet are subways and steam tunnels will be stunned to learn about and see what else lies down there. And check out Watercourses too. Great, great stuff.

I Too Fear For This Republic

Taxation without representation is tyranny, or so it was said in a time when men wouldn't stand for such things as we are subject to now. When laws are passed without debate we become something less than a democratic republic.

Where The Handouts Grow On Bushes

Great line from the classic old hobo anthem Big Rock Candy Mountain (you remember that from O Brother Where Art Thou?, right? Here's the clip . . .)

Listen carefully to the lyrics. It's about a fantasy world where those who lack the inclination, discipline, or foresight to fairly earn their daily bread never have to work and everything they need is there for free. So where exactly do handouts grow on bushes these days? In Washington, D.C., of course. Not for me, though - I live and spend within my means so I don't qualify. But don't feel too badly for me, my fair two readers, as I have not been completely left out of the process. Me and people like me, and our future generations, well, at least we get to pay for it.