Burning Question

Q: Jeremy Lott, Why don’t you ever go camping?

A: Chalk it up to public spiritedness.

Q: How do you figure that?

A: I’m preventing forest fires.


Keep the Cork in It

The Belgian style golden ale Ovila is delicious. It could also maim you.

The seal over the cork tells drinkers, “WARNING: CONTENTS UNDER HIGH PRESSURE. PLEASE OPEN WITH CARE.” And let me advise you here and now to heed this warning, folks.

Tonight, I opened a bottle of the stuff and thought a gunshot had gone off. The cork hit the ceiling so hard it left a mark. I’m surprised it didn’t leave a hole.

If you want to taste this golden deliciousness, let me suggest opening it in an open field or, better yet, a firing range.


That Better Be Insured!

This diary is going to hold off on any major posting until tomorrow in solidarity with all my friends in DC who are still without power. This horrifying pic from Georgetown was sent to me by friend and occasional partner in crime Al Canata. Yes, that is a Jaguar under the tree.

How to Make Tomorrow Less Insane

The Supreme Court is scheduled to deliver its Obamacare decision Thursday. Getting to the meat of that decision, and all of its implications for the future of this country, is going to be harder than it sounds.

It will be hard because of all the human static. People who only half know what they’re talking about will try to say something — anything! — to avoid dead air time on television and radio. Lots of weasel words, conditional clauses and marginal expert analysis to follow.

Do not despair! I bring you good news of a great blog that will pounce on the decision like a hawk and use its analytical talons to skin the thing alive.

The blog is called The Mark-Up. It is a product of one of the websites I help edit, Real Clear Policy. All day tomorrow, co-editor Joseph Lawler will cut through the static to bring you the best analysis of what the court has wrought.

If I were you, I’d bookmark it right now and do some finger exercises so you’ll be up to the monumental task of hitting that “refresh” button.

The Mark-Up

Move Over, Fat Tuesday

Friday is National Donut Day. I saw this advertised at the local supermarket Food Pavilion and assumed it was just a tasty ruse to get more customers through the door by bribing them with free donuts and coffee.

But it turns out, no, National Donut day is a real thing. It even has a website, with a countdown clock to lend it scientific credibility. The site tells us National Donut Day was “created by the Salvation Army in 1938 to honor the women who served donuts to soldiers during World War I.” That is one delicious sacrifice.

Homer Simpson

Blog Comments Policy, or Rules for That Knife Fight

One of the things I did not expect when we set up this blog was, I have to approve all comments. This presents a dilemma because it means a) reading said comments and b) approving them. This is normally the point at which a blogger encourages civility; reminds you that it is his, her or its own blog, after all; and expresses hope that a meaningful dialogue can occur.

But here’s the thing: I am not overly fond of Internet comments. There’s a place for them, sure, but they are often obnoxious, ill-informed, poorly written, and/or libelous. This was driven home to me by a bunch of tedious comments on the altar boys post. I haven’t approved them and probably won’t because I just don’t feel like it.

So feel free to try to comment here but here are the ground rules for approval:

1. The only time you have something approaching an absolute right to be heard here is when I criticize you by name.

2. Related to the first point, if I criticize a group then I will allow one or two or more of the aggrieved parties to be heard.

3. If you are going to insult me here, it had better be a good insult.

4. If you want to get the green light, say something smart and say it well. I really am a sucker for good writing.

5. If you become a regular commenter to Jeremy Lott’s Diary, over time I will give you more deference and I might even respond.

Those are the rules, folks. If they’re acceptable to you, great. Have at it. And if not, then go troll under somebody else’s bridge.