For everyone down in Betty’s thread who feels like they’ve been holding off a win by hypocritical “Club for Growth” nutcase Pat Toomey for 20 years. This spot and its companion are on high rotation here in perpetually-distressed Western PA.
The US Geological survey says there’s not as much oil as they thought back in 2002. There’s still a decent amount of natural gas, but no pipeline infrastructure to transport it. Oh, well.
According to USGS, the National Petroleum Reserve-Alaska (NPRA) contains approximately 896 million barrels of undiscovered, “technically recoverable” oil, down from the earlier estimate of 10.6 billion barrels. In contrast, the current low-end estimate for recoverable oil in ANWR’s “1002” tract and northeastern coastal areas, prepared in 1998, is 5.7 billion barrels, using what I presume are the same methods that dramatically overstated the NPRA reserves in 2002.
In any event, it appears that if every last drop of undiscovered oil in the NPRA could be instantly sucked out of the ground, it would be able to suppy the total petroleum needs of the United States (20 million barrels/day) for 45 days. Take THAT, Lower 48!
♦ The US Strategic Oil Reserve, which consists of four man-made underground storage caverns in and around the US Gulf States, holds up to 727 million barrels of oil.
♦ Alaska’s top two export commodities, by dollar value, are zinc ores and frozen fish filets.
♦ Iraq has estimated oil reserves north of 112 billion barrels.
♦ The United States is the world’s third-largest oil producer, behind Saudi Arabia and Russia.
♦ Resigned Alaska Governor Sarah Palin is a well-known TV celebrity.
♦ The irrational fear of clowns is known as “Coulrophobia.”
Many of its key players having fled to the NFL (including Touchdown Jeebus), my college football team is in the midst of a “rebuilding” year. We’ve lost three games so far this season.
That’s a bitter pill for us spoiled fans to swallow. We became accustomed to contending for—and winning—conference and national championships. But that’s how it works in sports.
And in this one respect, at least, that’s how it works in politics too. Everyone is saying the Dems are going to get wiped out next Tuesday—pick your metaphor: a wave, a tsunami, etc.
According to the people who are paid to prognosticate about such things, the losses will be on par with those suffered by the Dems in Bill Clinton’s first term. Don’t expect that to dampen the schadenfreude of the “Hillary Would Have Done Better” and “The Big Dawg Is Gawd” crowd. As we’ve seen, historical perspective is not their strong suit.
Sympathy from the usual suspects is here. Most compassionate line so far:
You sure that’s a woman? I’m not even sure it’s human.
Things like this redouble my commitment to sitting out the midterms, just to send a message to the Democrats that if they refuse to stomp on women’s heads, We the People can damn well empower folks who do stomp on women’s heads simply by not voting.
Atlantic business and economics editor Megan McArdle gets metaphorically curb-stomped quite frequently because she often posts stupid shit. She doesn’t like it:
For me, this resonates with my growing disgust at the level of anger in the blogosphere. I don’t mean irritation, pointed jibes, or even spirited discussion; I mean an aggressive revelling in rage. I notice it much more on left wing sites, but that’s because I basically refuse to read angry right-wing sites, so I don’t know what’s going on there.
Well, yeah, if you only read angry leftwing sites, it makes sense you’d notice more anger coming from that side. Just like if you only sniffed your right armpit, it would make perfect sense to assume the left one is BO-free. She goes on:
Call me a vaporing language nanny, but I thought it was pretty creepy when Jon Chait described another liberal journalist, Michael Kinsley, another journalist [sic], as “curb stomping” economist Greg Mankiw for, yes, daring to suggest that higher marginal tax rates might have incentive effects. Woo-hoo!
Okay: You’re a vaporing language nanny. And also dishonest, because Mankiw didn’t merely suggest that higher marginal tax rates might have incentive effects; he cooked up bogus numbers to justify the continuation of tax policies designed to make working stiffs pay a higher portion of their earnings than corporate fat cats.
But all quibbling aside, it’s easy to avoid a metaphorical curb-stomping: Just don’t post stupid shit.
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It was one of those beautiful days we get too few of in autumn, where a high-pressure zone lingers over the British Isles and brings cold, crisp, dry, sunny weather that just grabs you by the lapels and says, “Get out there!” So we piled into the car and headed up towards an area called The Trossachs, just an hour or so’s drive north of Glasgow, but no less remarkable for that.
We headed for a hill we’ve walked a few times before called Ben A’an (Gaelic for “the small mountain”), noted among some of our hillwalking friends (jokingly, I promise) as “an easy day for a lady.” And that title is probably well earned, as this area was opened up for exploration by relatively wealthy tourists and daytrippers during the Victorian era, when Romanticism and improving transportation drew many to explore the wilds, and try to tame some of them. These hills have been very well trodden over the years.