Monday movie

A tense moment from the classic western, The Searchers.

Bonus! The final scene.

Assortment

Swampy does some, er, syllabus planning for middle school.

Typical liberal: “I wouldn’t do all this nonsense if the government gave us more money.”

You can't keep a Royal Marine commando down (good luck, old top!).

When lighting and volcanic eruptions meet.

Very clever ad, via Tree Hugging Sister.

Who's waging a war on women? And how about the war on men, for that matter?

Rollo and Follow.

Eye of Polyphemus brings the rule 5.

Note to self: never, ever piss off Tim Blair.

Disaster averted.

Just wait until November 6, when the tide comes in. Update: Or, just wait until it rains.

This guy claims to have found the world's oldest message in a bottle, but I have one that I think has got him beat:

Yeah, well, some of us are disappointed in you, too, General Dempsey.

The Obama campaign claims it's going to fill all 73,000 seats in the Bank of America stadium in Charlotte. Here's the plan:

Sunday funnies

Probably not the best idea for a theme park.

These Canadians must really love waffles.

Heh.

Barry is working on getting one of his constituencies pumped up for the election.

Cabinet meeting (scroll down).

"This seat's taken."

Chris Matthews apparently isn't going to be happy until he gets his a$$ kicked

May he find joy and fulfillment real soon.

Incidentally, I've been wondering what President Obama thinks of the hysterical tone displayed by some of his supporters in the media, so let's ask him.

Mr. President, how about it? What do you have to say about the ridiculous antics of people like Chris Matthews?

Excuse me, sir, I said what do you have to say about Chris Matthews?

Well, there you have it, folks, straight from the horse's mouth (depending on your perspective).

Update - A.F. Branco opines:

Happy Feet Friday

Who’s up for some Bill Haley?

Let's go!

Rubio was charismatic tonight; I think he may well be president someday.

Eastwood looked surprisingly...old. He rambled quite a bit, but he got in a couple of good shots at B.O.

Romney touched all the bases. As good a speech as he's delivered yet, I'd imagine.

Ryan was in the audience; cool and confident. But I'd caution him not to get cocky about debating Joe Biden. Joe might just surprise...oh, hold on a minute. I'm getting a text message from Joe right now...

Um, never mind.

Junius: Open letter to the legacy media

Had General Washington, after his victory at Yorktown, not only declined to accept General Cornwallis’ sword, but struck his colors and surrendered his own to that baffled gentleman, I daresay that I should find the episode little more unfathomable than the surrender in our own era by the free press to the pretensions of the levelers and statists who are applying themselves so diligently to the task of digging a grave for our hereditary liberties. Where is the zealous spirit of inquiry that hath marked the fourth estate of yore, the determination, the independence – ay, even the contumacy - in the face of shady and self-serving officialdom? When did the truth-seekers throw over their role as the proverbial canary in the coal mine, and league themselves with the very Miasma emanating from the pit of oligarchy that has become our government?

And do not deceive yourselves, ladies and gentlemen of the press, into believing that the First Amendment will somehow be able to thrust its nose from under the pillow with which the present régime is attempting to suffocate our other constitutional rights. A government that does not shrink from arrogating unto itself the office of shepherd to a flock of three hundred millions of sheep is not likely to balk at taking measures to ensure that its charges are not unduly confused or unsettled by strange and unharmonious voices, or beguiled by tunes not previously approved by those in authority.

Yet, sadly, to all appearances, having abdicated your responsibilities, you do not seem overmuch concerned at relinquishing even your own independence; rather, you are only too happy to serve as tyranny’s walking stick, and numerous members of your profession compete for the honor of Grand Marshall in this parade along what a keen observer once called the “road to serfdom”. That this parade includes in its train an abundance of clowns in no way alters the grim and barren landscape of its ultimate destination, or exculpates the putatively serious-minded among you from charges of betraying both your calling and your country.

What a mercy it is that John Peter Zenger has been dead, lo, these many years. Were he alive today, and grappling with the same encroachments upon liberty by the petty tyrants of our epoch that incensed his devotion to freedom in his own time, I doubt not but that his nominal confreres would, instead of standing by his side, be bawling for his condemnation.

Like unto Esau, you have sold your birthright for a mess of pottage. Perhaps that will be a sufficiency to you – in which case, more’s the shame that is your due.