If you flip a coin you get heads 50% of the time. So, no matter what you guess you’ll be right half the time based on simple probability. It’s not an easy thing to be either consistently right or consistently wrong, but some people and institutions manage it.

Thers at Whiskey Fire notes that the Blight seems to believe that liberal blogtopia™ is having a hissy fit over the New York Times hiring Bill Kristol.

Sorry, can’t worked up about it. In many ways they are good fit, neither one matches the predictive capabilities of loose change.

I’ve added a new category to the blogroll, Street Scene, that features the new line-up at the American Street starting in 2008.

As Kevin Hayden was polite enough to ask me, I agreed to do some posting over there once a week. I don’t think I can get away with the Florida license plates, and there are too many people with interests in pets, so I guess I will actually have to write about whatever is annoying me at the moment.

The area I live in isn’t totally unconnected to the rest of the planet – Karl Rove has/had a place on the coast, Mike Huckabee dropped by recently, and the Clintons show up occasionally. They go over to the tacky, over-priced, absurd town of Destin or one if its gated adjuncts to con people out of any money they may have left after paying the price for a house or condo in that over-sold area.

Destin was once a working fishing port, but it has also participated in the casual “importing” trend of the late 1920s and early 1930s, and then again in the latter part of the 20th century. Fishing, even charter boat fishing, isn’t always sufficient to pay your bills, but some people pay amazingly well for deliveries from Mexico and Caribbean islands to the United States. Apparently other shipping companies didn’t want the business.

Florida License Plates

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A weekend feature of Why Now.