Blood money

One of the most important lessons I learned about writing was “write what you know.” There are some subjects I consider myself somewhat knowledgable about, and I discuss them. There are others where I am ignorant (by happenstance, circumstance, predisposition, or choice), and I usually leave them alone. Sports, for example.

Another is economics. I once read that if you ask a question of two economists, you’ll get three answers. I always thought that number was a bit low.

So that’s why I leave big economic issues to others for the most part. For example, I could never come up with anything remotely like this piece. Hell, I have a hard enough time reading it, never mind producing it.

But I do know a few fundamentals about economics. One such principle is “if you subsidize something, you get more of it.”

Which is why stories like this one horrify me.

The one consolation I have is the thought (and it very well might be purely fantasy) that some day the gravy train will end, and then the Palestinians, without their free butter any more, will have to eat their guns.

It ought to be a rude awakening. And it couldn’t happen to a nicer group of terrorist-supporting death cultists.

But it won’t ever happen.

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