I saw this post from Darwin in my feed reader, but I didn’t read it for the longest time, because the title made it sound too smart for me. But look at this:
As soon as people starting thinking of the economy as some great machine with levers just waiting to be pulled (whether it’s liberals convinced that if only we could put through a couple more trillion dollars worth of stimulus everything would be fine or conservatives convinced that we can always raise tax revenues by lowing tax rates) they set themselves up to cause more harm than good.
Yes. Yes yes yes.
In White Fang news . . .
I finished the book. It got so much better after it started to be about a dog and not about some whiny guy being chased by wolves.* Here’s what I’ve concluded is necessary in order to enjoy White Fang:
1) A dog of your own. Because it’s a novel about the psychological development of a dog.
2) A good sturdy head cold. Because, well, it’s a novel about the psychological development of a dog.
Once I had both of those conditions in place, I totally enjoyed the book. And all the doggy procreation is firmly offstage, so now I don’t feel so nervous about having sent our other copy to camp with my 6th grader. I was nervous there for a few minutes.
* I myself would be very whiny if wolves were trying to eat me. For your own sakes, hope I never get to write any autobiography about such things.
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