As these random reflections are keyboarded in the pre-Christmas week, the woodland landscape lies shrouded in more than a foot of snow. Cattle are lowing in the field nearby. A hush pervades. Soon the poor baby will wake....
-- The snow is, of course, yet another consequence of global warming -- the extremism of the alarmists, the warmists, exhibited in their contorted view that yes, more snow and colder temperatures are but the latest global indicators. In this doublethink world, with ideological fashion dictated from such places as Copenhagen, how could it be otherwise? How could anyone doubt? Colder means warmer. More snow means less. Two plus two equals five.
-- And so, similarly, with the Obama administration's determination to socialize the nation's medicine -- the Great Obama himself, now self-styled a true-blue centrist, insisting that liberals and conservatives alike have got him wrong, maligned him, misjudged him, and just do not understand that the quality of the nation's medicine is about to soar even as medical costs will plunge. So with confidence in leftist good sense now restored, let the bureaucratic carpet-bombing begin, and let us all get high on the narcotic, the fiscal drug, of high taxes.
-- Positive public sentiment for ObamaCare plunges, but the message from President Obama and Madam Pelosi to the public is -- paraphrasing the famous headline -- Drop Dead. How telling the decisive datum: The health insurance system the legislative and executive plutocrats are bestowing upon us is not good enough for them -- and so they adamantly will not include themselves in it. How lovely if the president and the speaker et al. and their fellow champagne socialists were hoisted on petards of their own -- empty bags on disconnected IVs. Such a development cannot come too soon. Yet it will happen along about the time the Postal Service makes every mailperson a shareholder.
-- TIGER, tiger burning bright. How quickly the klieg light burning hot becomes a dim bulb, how fast an icon of ethics and excellence can fall. No wonder Tiger's pained expression on the tee, reflecting worry about how to keep not just one woman happy, but umpteen -- and how to keep the secret of the lie he insistently lived. We dwell in a universal mire of corruption. Tiger sold himself as different -- above it, beyond it. But alas he emerged as simultaneously corruption's perpetrator and its victim. Hubris knows no limit. Tiger, like everyman, ultimately may be defined by how he performs in his moment of greatest crisis.
Ross Mackenzie lives with his wife and Labrador retriever in the woods west of Richmond, Virginia. They have two grown sons, both Naval officers.
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