. . . and then answers his own question.

My preferred comparison models for what Obama-Pelosi-Reid are doing to this country have been Zimbabwe, Venezuela, and, most horrifying of all, California.

But  Richard Rahn makes a strong case for Argentina. Check it out.

. . . to bring you a lame excuse.

Dear readers, I’m in the final few days of working on the first draft of the new book. Thus the utter neglect of the blog the last few weeks.

I’ll resume blathering with feckless abandon in a few days. (wondering . . . if someone is not “feckless” does that mean they possess ample “feck”?)

Much to tell. Can’t wait to tell the story of how an intractable two-year-old $2,000 problem of mine was resolved for me last week, by this thing.

Plus I’ll be rolling out a new approach to presenting content here on the Blather blog. Thanks for your patience and patronage.

In the meantime, ponder this.

A long-time friend of blather has launched a new blog focused extensively, though not exlusively, on theology and on issues surrounding militant Islam and the West’s slow surrender to creeping sharia.

He’s blogging anonymously due to the controversial nature of some of the subject matter, but I know him to be absurdly smart, well read, and a good man. Check out Jithran if you’re so inclined.

So . . . my Macbook died on Easter Sunday. Just up and died. Hard drive failure. I would have taken more time to savor the irony except I was, and am, on a bone crunching book manuscript delivery deadline, so I was busy gnashing my teeth and rending my clothing.

On the bright side, about a month ago I had subscribed to an online backup service that backed up all my new and changed files every night. Upon making my awful discovery Sunday morning, I grabbed my wife’s laptop and steered her browser to the backup site. There, sitting pretty as you please, was all of my data, including the book chapter I had sweat drops of blood to finish the night before.

Took the Macbook to the Apple Genius bar Monday afternoon and had my machine back in my hands with a shiny new drive installed by the end of the next day.

It’s probably going to take to biggest part of two days to get everything restored, and I simply can’t afford the time right now.

Had this crash happened a month ago, I would have lost a couple years worth of irreplaceable work and pictures.

So let my near-catastrophe serve as a cautionary tale. Back your stuff up.

Today is National Doctors Day–a factoid of which I was not aware when I wrote the previous post.

With that in mind, let’s hear from a former doctor. Michael Burgess delivered babies in North Texas for thirty years before he decided to run for Congress a few years ago.

Dr. Burgess is a good man and a acquaintance. He posted this today.

By the way, get used to the description “former doctor.” You’re going to be hearing it a lot more frequently in the years to come.

NYT Headline this morning: “Health Law Does Little to Curb Unnecessary Care.”

May I offer an eloquent and erudite response to this revelation?

Duh.

A key driver of unnecessary medical tests, drugs, and care is fear of being sued. And the likelihood of abusive class action suits are built into the high price of every non-generic drug that manages to make it through the FDA approval process.

That’s why the simplest and most effective cost-lowering “health care reform” which could have been undertaken would have been to curb lawsuit/tort abuse. And yet such a reform was never . . . oh, no not ever . . . even for a moment, considered by the folks running the show in Washington.

(It was, however, a centerpiece of every Republican alternative proposal put forth and ignored.)

This is because the Trial Lawyers Association’s hold on the Democratic Party is even more iron-clad than that of the big unions. And that’s saying something.

Think about it. You’re a physician and your patient walks in and says, “I was reading on the internet about {insert name of rare, exotic disease here}. Do you think I should have a {insert name of expensive test here} test?”

Unless you’re an idiot–and idiots don’t tend to make it through med school–you’re going to say. “Why yes. Yes I do. Let’s get that test ordered!”

You will say that not because it will make you more money. It probably will not. Or because it’s remotely prudent or necessary.

You will say it because you know it will “do no harm” thus complying with the Hippocratic Oath; and because you know your city is filled with little wannabe John Edwards’s with big advertising budgets who are hoping to find some tiny opening to sue your hindquarters.

You also know that, for a huge percentage of your fellow citizens, being handed a perceived rationale for suing someone has become the equivalent of winning the lottery.

Thus, my surprise at seeing the New York Times‘ headline this morning. But, alas, The Times is still The Times.

Read the article and look for the word “malpractice.” You’ll have to hang with it until the 29th paragraph before the word makes a brief appearance.

That’s journalistic malpractice. I’m calling a lawyer.

Nancy was Right

Thought this post at NRO was worth presenting in full:

Nancy Pelosi was correct when she said that we have to pass the health-care-reform bill in order to find out what’s in it.

Now that the bill has been safely passed and signed into law, the mainstream press is gradually revealing the scores of delightful provisions tucked away in the 2,700 page abomination: job-killing taxes on businesses, innovation-killing taxes on medical products, suffocating regulations on individual freedoms, wealth-sapping taxes on the middle-class, unprecedented intrusions on personal privacy, unconstitutional mandates on individuals, racially discriminatory preferences for favored groups, a Ponzi-scheme-on-steroids financing mechanism, and spending on a galactic, incomprehensible scale.

And that’s just the first 600 pages. But somewhere in this heaping pile of manure there just has to be a pony.

The Debt Bomb

Also, in a previous post I mentioned that, given the exploding levels of future federal debt and obligation put into place in the last 14 months, the country would invevitably be forced to choose be between a catastrophic default or catastrophic hyper-inflation.

Commenter “Ted,” the astute student of history, pointed out:

I’m trying to think of a historical case where a government has chosen default over the print-more-money-and-destroy-the-middle-class option, but I can’t think of one.

Today Dr. Krauthammer warns us about the course of action most likely to be chosen to push the day of “Sophie’s Choice” off a little farther into the future. But first, he validates the premise of my argument (he probably reads this blog ;):

Obama knows that the debt bomb is looming, that Moody’s has warned that the Treasury’s AAA rating is in jeopardy, and that we are headed for a run on the dollar and/or hyperinflation if nothing is done.

Hence his deficit-reduction commission. It will report (surprise!) after the November elections.

According to Krauthammer, the band-aid solution will be the VAT tax (Value Added Tax)–a national sales tax that, like local sales or property taxes, can be ratcheted up a quarter-point higher every time a new entitlement program is dreamed up. Charles point out:

As a substitute for the income tax, the VAT would be a splendid idea. Taxing consumption makes infinitely more sense than taxing work. But to feed the liberal social-democratic project, the VAT must be added on top of the income tax.

The VAT is all the rage in Europe. The rate in the UK, for example, is 17.5 percent . This is on top of an income tax rate there of 40% on income over $50k. Oh, and the UK tax rate on interest earnings from savings is 40%, too. (And yet their universal health care system still has to ration care.)

But the Brits are pantywaists on the VAT. In the socialist utopias of Sweden and Norway, the places we’re always being told we should emulate, the VAT rate is 25% and the top marginal income tax rate is 55%.

When I first started doing a lot of international travel about 10 years ago, I couldn’t initially figure out what the big deal was with all the “Duty Free” shops in the airports. I looked at the prices and things didn’t seem to be any cheaper than in the regular retail stores. Yet I watched European travelers running into them like they were having a “Buy One, Get Three Free, AND a Foot Rub” sale.

Then I bought a few items “in country” and looked at my receipt. My $100 in gift trinkets for my wife and daughters had been taxed an additional $25. Lights . . .on!  As a foreigner, I was often handed a “VAT Reimbursement” form that I could fill out, mail in, and eventually get my $25 back.

Heck yes, I filled it out. Now where was that duty free shop?

Even with these crushing levels of taxation, the economies of Europe would still have collapsed in insolvency decades ago were it not for one thing. They all, by necessity, gutted their military budgets and ceased to be a credible deterrent force to anyone or anything on the planet.

They could afford to do so in a dangerous world because the United States offered them a world-stabilizing umbrella of protection and deterrence.

Today, some of the clearer minds of Europe are waking up to sobering reality of what a world without that umbrella will mean for them.

Forgot to mention this in the update below . . .

As I’ve previously reported, Female Offspring Unit #2 will be off to Norman in the fall to start her college adventure, much to the good-natured consternation of my OSU poke readers.

Well we got a piece of good news this week. A letter from OU informs us that FOU#2 has been invited to be a President’s Community Scholar which, we’re informed, is something that about 100 of the 6,000 incoming freshman are selected for each year.

It’s a program for students who have demonstrated a commitment to community service and volunteerism. President’s Community Scholars have periodic meetings, retreats and special activities. Oh, and did I mention there was some money involved?

If she maintains a certain GPA, she’ll get a tuition waiver that will reduce our out-of-state tuition rate down to the in-state rate for all four years. This is good because:

A) We’re all from Oklahoma; She was born there; and both sets of grandparents still live there. And,
B) I seem to have temporarily misplaced all of my money.

So we’ve got that going for us. Which is nice.

And that’s all the news from Lake Wobegon.

There are a number of things one should never do when angry or agitated. Among them are:

• Hit the send button on an email.
• Shave with a straight razor.
• Defuse an IED
• Respond to a question from your wife about her thighs.
• Respond to a question from airport security about your thighs.
• Write Blog or Twitter posts.

One of the great things about being a Christian is having dual citizenship. I’m not just a citizen of the United States, I’m a subject in an invisible kingdom.

Sure, it’s heartbreaking to watch a great and noble country driven off a cliff by arrogant know-nothings. It’s painful to watch a significant segment of the population fall for Ponzi promises and the lie that they can be both taken care of and free.

But at the end of the day, this life is just a vapor. If the United States slipped beneath the waves tomorrow, the kingdom of God would continue to grow and thrive. And a hundred-thousand years after the columns of the Capitol building have crumbled into dust, that kingdom’s subjects will still just be getting warmed up in exploring the wonders of what their King has prepared for them.

So how about a few random updates and links!

Mystery Book Project

I’m on deadline and writing like the wild man of Borneo every day. Sadly, I still can’t make an official announcement about the subject matter or title until the publisher pulls the tablecloth off of a mock up of the cover and shouts “Ta-da!”

I have to have a rough draft done by mid-April. That means getting into my time-tested book-writing routine:

Waking up earlier than I’d care to every morning; drinking some coffee while also massaging some into my typing fingers: banging randomly on the keyboard until about noon; then walking away for a work out, errands and honey-dos. Then I start my day job. At some point in the evening I turn back to working on the book and grind on it until I collapse into a lumpy, twitching pile of protoplasm.

Memory Lane

Here’s as massive archive of vintage movie posters and ads for TV shows.

More Memory Lane

Retro Cereal Boxes

Updates on My Previous Post

Here are three quick links that relate to topics in yesterday’s rant:

• Greece Bond Default Imminent
• Demand for 5-year T-Bills Weak
• Iraqi Bonds Now on Par With California Paper