Bias? What Bias? – NYT Edition

My coworker and new blogger Mr. Bill sent me an interesting email I’m sure has made the rounds for years, but it was new to me. It’s about the head stone of one Nathaniel Grigsby, who died in 1890 at the age of 78. Mr. Grigsby served during the Civil War, and during his lifetime he developed a passionate dislike for a certain political party. Here’s what the New York Times had to say about Mr. Grigsby’s headstone – a screenshot of the PDF file found here:


Here are some photos of the actual headstone:


Notice the judicious editing of the New York Times? Not much has changed since 1898, obviously. I’d bet their circulation today is about what it was back then, too.

And in case you’re wondering, this really seems to be legitimate.

I couldn’t help but be reminded of this classic Bob Hope clip:

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Today’s Free Ice Cream

Today’s Free Ice Cream

According to the October, 2009 issue of InTech magazine, the trade journal of the International Society of Automation:

The cost of manufacturing money in the U.S. has increased. It costs 1.38 cents to manufacture a penny. To make a five-cent nickel, it cost[sic] 8.83 cents. The extra change is not for the machinery and is not because the value of the dollar is down. A penny is made of copper-plated zinc. Since 2003, copper is up 300%, and zinc is up 450%. Pennies have a zinc core and copper plating. Nickels are a copper-nickel alloy.

Pretty soon, if the Treasury keeps printing money, it’ll cost more than a dollar to print a dollar.

Quote of the Day – Shakespeare Edition

Quote of the Day – Shakespeare Edition

Neo-Neocon channels The Bard:

And so I now offer up Hamlet’s famous soliloquy, rewritten to fit Obamlet’s Afghan dilemma. You may note that it had to undergo surprisingly few changes in order to fit the current situation rather well:

To surge, or not to surge: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous battles,
Or put down arms against a sea of troubles,
And by withdrawing end them? To retreat: to fight
No more; and by retreat to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To retreat, to leave;
To leave: perchance to lose: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that leaving, what defeat may come
When we have shuffled off this Afghan soil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of a long war;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of polls,
The oppressor’s wrong, the talking head’s contumely,
The pangs of pacifists, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his swift exit make
With a curt order? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary war,
But that the dread that some would cry “defeat,”
That vicious accusation from whose bourn
No politician returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. – Soft you now!
The fair Nobel Committee! Wimps, in thy orisons
Be all my sins forgotten.

Friggin’ brilliant!

Quote of the Day – Columbus Day Edition

Quote of the Day – Columbus Day Edition

Why would kids in kindergarden need to appreciate that Columbus was “mean” or that he was “bossy”. Well, if you are asking yourself this question, then you have failed to appreciate the purpose of this deconstruction of history, brought to you by the politically correct ideologues of the postmodern left.

The “whole terminology has changed” because the purpose of history is not actually to teach history–silly you! The point of this lesson is to indoctrinate little kids into the dogma of the left. This is their first taste of political correctness, and it won’t be the last.

— Dr. Sanity, THE POSTMODERN NARCISSISTIC DILEMMA AND THE PRISM OF POLITICAL CORRECTNESS: OR, How to Stop Thinking and Serve the Utopian Collective

As always, read it all.

Reality Bites

Reader Bilgeman thought this was important enough to email to me. He was right:

Health Care Speechwriter for Edwards, Obama & Clinton Without Insurance Now

For the first time in my life, I am without health insurance and it is a terrible feeling.

In the past, I paid attention to the health care debate as a speechwriter who prepared speeches, talking points, op-eds, and debate prep material on the topic at different times for John Edwards, Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton and others. Now, I’m paying attention because I’m a citizen up the creek without a paddle.

Throughout my life, I have been very lucky because my insurance has always been there whenever I had a crisis. When my 10-speed hit a patch of leftover winter sand, and I went flying into a telephone pole, it covered the x-rays and stitches and concussion diagnosis. When a half a ton of sheet rock fell on me, my insurance paid for the cast on my foot. When my depression kicked in and I was hospitalized and painting ceramic pieces in art therapy to boost my self-esteem (sheesh), it made sure that when I got home my medical bills didn’t make me reach for a razor. And when there were growths in my uterus, it covered that medical procedure and every regular check-up, lab test, broken bone, sports injury, and antibiotic prescription in between.

Since I care more about my country than my personal pride, here’s how I lost my insurance: I moved. That’s right, I moved from Washington, D.C., back to Massachusetts, a state with universal health care.

In D.C., I had a policy with a national company, an HMO, and surprisingly I was very happy with it. I had a fantastic primary care doctor at Georgetown University Hospital. As a self-employed writer, my premium was $225 a month, plus $10 for a dental discount.

In Massachusetts, the cost for a similar plan is around $550, give or take a few dollars. My risk factors haven’t changed. I didn’t stop writing and become a stunt double. I don’t smoke. I drink a little and every once in a while a little more than I should. I have a Newfoundland dog. I am only 41. There has been no change in the way I live my life except my zip code — to a state with universal health care.

Massachusetts has enacted many of the necessary reforms being talked about in Washington. There is a mandate for all residents to get insurance, a law to prevent insurance companies from denying coverage because of a pre-existing condition, an automatic enrollment requirement, and insurance companies are no longer allowed to cap coverage or drop people when they get sick because they forgot to include a sprained ankle back in 1989 on their application.

Even if the economy was strong and I was working more, I still couldn’t afford my premium.

READ. THE. WHOLE. THING.

Remember, kids: insuring everyone will bring costs down!

And fine her $950 for not having health insurance!! (It’s cheaper than $550/month!.)

For the record, my portion of the health insurance that covers me and my wife is a bit over $400/mo., and my employer picks up the rest. I’d love the opportunity to pay only $225/mo. for the whole thing, myself, and carry it with me no matter where I live or who I work for. But the current insurance laws prohibit that.

Reality bites, doesn’t it? That is, unless you’ve mastered the ability to deny it. (Our chocolate ration is about to be increased!)