Back in Vent #573, I grumbled about some things I just didn't get and didn't expect to comprehend any time soon. Obviously this was an open-ended premise, leaving the door open for the inevitable sequel. Which, as you have no doubt figured by now, this is. Once again, some more things I just don't get:

The flap over Sonia Sotomayor's nomination to the Supreme Court.
This falls under the general heading of "What were you expecting?" Barack Obama had been President for four months when he submitted this nomination, and it was, above all else, predictable: Latino, a tad left of center, and at least somewhat-acceptable credentials, by which I mean "better than Harriet Miers'." Sotomayor's bona fides were legitimate, and it's not like no one had ever heard of her before: some Senate Democrats had talked her up way back in 2005, though she wasn't on George W. Bush's radar. I suppose the GOP opposition 31 of 40 Senate Republicans voted against her was based on ideological grounds, but how likely was it that Obama was going to nominate someone to their liking? You want to stock the Supreme Court with like minds, you have to start by winning the Presidency, which the GOP didn't do in 2008. I have my own disagreements with some of Sotomayor's opinions, but I have disagreements with almost everyone's opinions now and then, and this isn't going to change any time soon.

How a dry spell leads to desperation and madness.
Last week, some character named George Sodini, having previously noted that "women just don't like me," went to a Pittsburgh-area health club and began shooting at women, killing three and wounding several others before turning the gun on himself. His online diary, which detailed his plans for revenge, was taken down rather quickly, but nothing on the Internet is ever gone forever. Surprise: women don't like being shot at, either. I've spent enough pixels bewailing my own lack of success with the ladies, so there's no need to rehash that here, and while I have a genuinely-nasty temper, it is generally vented on people who do especially stupid things, and not dating me is not especially stupid. Sodini's problem, I suspect, is that he bought into that whole obnoxious Everybody's A Victim premise, thereby neatly excusing himself from any responsibility for his failure to carve his desired number of bedpost notches. (Well, that and his juvenile overuse of the nonword "hoez," the use of which is also not endearing to the fair sex.)

The presumed "evils" of the profit motive.
There is no more exasperating aspect of modern-day leftism than its insistence that anything from which someone actually makes money is somehow impure and unworthy. This results in handwringing over such nebulous tragedies as "income inequality," as though Professor Tokeworth is going to pay her nanny the same sum she earns at Cal State-Anywhere. I figure there might be one or two people in this country who do jobs similar to mine; I have no idea what they make, and they presumably don't know how much I pull down, and why any of us would give a flip is beyond me. I certainly don't care what they pay corporate CEOs: some of them might be worth it, some of them might not, but about whom is this not true? The corollary to this is that only government action counts for anything: Americans, on their own, sent vast sums for relief after the tsunami of December 2004 I kicked in some small three-figure amount but there were still complaints about Washington's inexplicable failure to cure all ills instantaneously.

Why so many people bitch about parking downtown.
There are, literally, twenty thousand parking spaces in downtown Oklahoma City. This includes about 1300 meters, so we're looking at around 19,000 spaces in surface lots or in garages. About 2000 will be displaced when work begins on the Devon Tower, leaving 17,000. Is this enough? Blair Humphreys, who keeps an eye on these things, noted last year: "[T]he consultant hired to study the issue stated that even during peak hours 1 out of every 3 parking spaces is available." The Festival of the Arts brings well over 100,000 people downtown every day; the one day I went this year, I had no problem finding a spot within one block of the north entrance, adjacent to Stage Center. People walk that far across Walmart parking lots every day, so the combination of having to walk and having to pay must be somehow disturbing.

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  9 August 2009

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