Yesterday was Saint Patrick’s Day. And I wore orange. Not because orange is my color or I’m into the Orange Order or anything like that, but too many people were wearing green, and I’m not a greenie weenie type. Plus I don’t like the fact that Saint Patrick is said to have thrown the snakes out of Ireland. As I like snakes, that strikes me as ophidiophic. Orange is needed to fight environmental havoc with environmental havoc.
For people who like green, though, these are all good.
And while he has an Irish name, and even though he wasn’t talking about green stuff but the CATO Institute mess, P.J. O’Rourke’s recent defense of libertarians just about made me weep:
…we neocons and paleocons and rank-and-file Republicans should understand how important Cato is. Libertarianism is of great worth even to those who consider Atlas Shrugged useful mainly as dead weight to keep the tarp on the above-ground pool from blowing away.
It can be said, with some justice, that libertarians apply only one measure to every issue. But what a sublime yardstick it is. Libertarians ask, about each thing they encounter in public life, “Does this promote the liberty, responsibility, and dignity of the individual?” Libertarianism can have political implications, but politics is, by definition, mass action. And libertarians don’t believe in the masses. They believe in the individuals huddled in those masses. A pure libertarian is opposed to politics down to the soles of his shoes (or, libertarians being libertarians, down to the bottom of his sandals worn with socks). Libertarianism is contra-political, an emetic dose to be given to politics. As we’ve seen lately, all politics needs one sometimes.
Politics sure needs an emetic right now. I amused myself earlier morphing images of politicians with Bette Davis’s “Baby Jane” character.
Starting with the top, here’s Baby Jane O’Bama:
And the number two contender, BabyJane Romney:
Pretty soon, everybody (including yours truly) got to be Baby Jane morphs, and it got boring, until I thought of Baby Jabba:
He/she/it probably won’t win the election, but Jabba reminded me of another character who is at least as irritating…. Michael Moore.
It may seem redundant, but he’s now into Occupy Jabba!
I know, I know. Baby Jabba is cuter.
Poor Rick Santorum tried on several morphs, and here’s his inner Babyness:
It’s not nice, but it’s more becoming on him than the Jabba morph. (I have spared readers innumerable and hideous Newt Gingrich/Ron Paul/Jabba/Baby Jane combos.)
Anyway I had to stop this nonsense because I dragged Coco into this, and she definitely did not approve.
You should have seen her crossed with Santorum. And Jabba. Here’s all three:
Coco may never forgive me.
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3 responses to “Whatever happened to baby green oranges?”
I wrote this:
http://classicalvalues.com/2012/03/being-played/
before reading your your P.J. O’Rourke bit up thread.
QED
I tend to clash on St Patty’s. I have some green pants. And an orange shirt. I get a few glares, and a few raised eyebrows if I’m out…
But…well, my father’s father was a half/half Irish catholic Protestant (and all-American). And his mother was (American)of Irish catholic descent, but his father was an English Anglican (naturalized American). So, we’re neutral. He’s less interested in bugging others than I; he wears black and white on St. Patty’s day…
My mother’s side is Scots/English/Amerind (Native American if you are being politically correct) – so they don’t really count in this fight.
Me? I’m none of the above. I’m an American, pure and simple.
P.S. – As a herpetophile, I appreciate the comment about the snakes. Very useful creatures. I’d MUCH rather see snakes in my garden than slugs, or voles or… well, nevermind — snakes eat a lot of those anyway. 😉