Yeah, you read the headline right. Not 40 Days For Life, not even 40 Days Against Abortion. 40 Days For Abortion.
State of the GOP Race: Santorum Drops Out Edition
I suppose I should say a few words about Sen. Santorum backing out of the presidential race and Gov. Romney (presumably) wrapping it up. So: “applesauce, serializable, verily, poof.”
Quote of the Day: “You go to war with the Mitt you have.”
Huntsman
…just won 7% of the vote in D.C, according to the New York Times. Votes are still being counted, but that should hold fairly steady. One of those things nobody’ll remember in the morning, but I always find it fascinating to look at how the Republicans who run the machinery of Republicanism behave compared to the rest of us grunts. It must be hard to stay conservative in a district where liberals outnumber conservatives by more than 10 to 1.
I wonder if they may have got “Huntsman” and “Santorum” confused, though. Guess we’ll find out when the votes are counted.
The Greatest Threat to Ron Paul in November? Romney Voters
Reason has a fascinating new poll out today, chock-full of interesting insights about the American mood of the moment.
The most politically interesting finding: Democrats frequently note that polls consistently show widespread support for requiring insurers to cover people with pre-existing conditions. To them, this single polling point justifies the Mandate and the totality of Obamacare. However, Reason‘s poll shows that this support evaporates when real-world consequences are considered: its modest bulwark of support (52% approve – 39% disapprove) suddenly reverses (roughly 38% – 50%) if forcing insurers to accept patients with preexisting conditions would cause higher taxes, higher premiums, OR longer rates — and, of course, Obamacare would cause all three. America’s tepid disdain for the Affordable Care Act continues to erode toward revulsion. (H/T: Ramesh Ponnuru)
However, I am a Ron Paul guy this primary season, so my eyes were drawn elsewhere. Take a look at these presidential polling results:
Wickard and Health Care
I have no love for Wickard v. Filburn, the 1941 Supreme Court case that authorized Congress to fine a man for growing “surplus” wheat on his own farm with no intention to sell it, but only to use it to feed his family. This was because farmer Wickard’s decision to grow wheat beyond his New Deal allotment “exerts a substantial economic effect on interstate commerce,” and Congress has the power to regulate interstate commerce. (The facts of the case are nicely summed up by the song in Footnote 6 of this amicus brief by Sen. Rand Paul. See pages 5-6.) On the analysis I recently suggested, it is difficult to see why Wickard does not give Congress precisely the unlimited police powers which were later restrained by U.S. v. Lopez and U.S. v. Morrison.
But does nobody else see just a little bit of irony in the Left’s use of Wickard to justify comprehensive nationwide regulation of medical insurance? Medical insurance is, in the narrowest sense, not interstate commerce. It is unlawful to sell medical insurance across state lines. The Democrats have spent two decades preventing medical insurance from being sold legally across state lines. So any particular economic decision in the health care market, to get or forego or neglect care or insurance or whatever, can never directly affect interstate commerce the way an economic decision to grow or burn or consume wheat can — because the Democrats themselves have penned medical insurance, but not wheat sales, into state-sized cages!
I thought it was funny, anyway.
REACTIONS: “Who Killed The Debt Deal?” & “More Than Just Broccoli”
Twofer today. The Times does the debt deal and AEI talks consequences of the insurance mandate, below the break.
Paul Ryan’s Scylla, President Obama’s Charybdis
We are doomed.
Rep. Paul Ryan (R-WI) is being widely feted by conservatives and widely derided by progressives for his latest budget proposal. The New York Times has rolled out the latest iteration of the same old “Robert Bork’s America” litany it tediously lobs at every Republican budget — Mr. Ryan’s plan will kill poor people, destroy the environment, make preschool unaffordable (horrors!) &c. &c. Meanwhile, Mr. Dan Henninger at the Wall Street Journal is waxing rhapsodic again about Rep. Ryan’s presidential potential.
All this for a plan that will not even balance the budget until after my parents are dead (I’m 22), and which, given Congress’s stellar track record with multi-decade projects, probably will not balance the budget in my lifetime, either. That’s right: Rep. Ryan’s grandma-killing budget is so conservative, it grows the national debt by (under the kindest assumptions!) $3 trillion over the next ten years (an average of $300 billion per year), and does not even contemplate surplus until the 2040s! Here are Mr. Ryan’s own projections, from his proposal document:
A Film Made For Radio
Welcome Back, Mr. McDonald is a 1997 Japanese movie, produced for approximately $17 and a continental breakfast, about a midnight radio drama, written by a contest-winning housewife, and her head-on collision with The Powers That Be. It is entirely charming, being by turns funny, poignant, grim, and sometimes simply giddy, without ever sinking to the level of melodrama. (The same cannot be said for the radio-drama-within-the-movie.) It is not a movie that is very interested in being a movie. You will not find any of the self-conscious auteurs’ gimmicks, jerky camera work and/or storytelling, or the expensive, meticulously realized settings that pull down American Academy Awards these days. In fact, it looks like the production team would have been grateful to get the same budget as, say, your average episode of Father Ted, and the balance of effort was obviously dedicated to securing a strong cast (including a young Ken Watanabe). Moving almost in real time, the movie more closely resembles a stage play — or, for that matter, a radio drama — than a blockbuster film. Early on, it even derides its own medium in favor of radio, because, says the demi-villain producer Ushijima, “With radio, you can go as far as the imagination itself.” The Japanese nevertheless rewarded this enthusiastically simply movie with three Japanese Academy Awards, including Best Picture, and widespread box office success.
On First Looking Into Heinemann’s Eunuchs
I’m reading Eunuchs for the Kingdom of Heaven, by Uta Ranke-Heinemann, a prominent self-excommunicated German Catholic theologian. It was highly recommended to me as a final damning proof of the Catholic Church’s misogyny and loathing of sex, and I have found that nothing lifts one’s spirits quite like reading the very best popular writing the opposition has to offer and finding it wanting. (The God Delusion did more to strengthen my Catholic faith than The Interior Castle — which, I admit, may mean there’s something wrong with me.)