To the Grand Ol’ Opry.

Hank: “If we tell people that our town was founded by prostitutes, they’ll know.”

and

“Not Miss Kitty.”

Hank: “If we tell people that our town was founded by prostitutes, they’ll know.”

and

“Not Miss Kitty.”

Hank: “If we tell people that our town was founded by prostitutes, they’ll know.”

and

“Not Miss Kitty.”

I’m watching PBS (more specifically, KCET), and they’re doing a Veterans Day show hosted by Huell Howser, in which I’m watching a group of Civil War reenactors singing “When Johnnie Comes Marching Home.” It’s been a long time since I heard the whole song, and in 2005, one feels more than a little sympathy for them, wondering what has to be going through their minds as they have to sing “…and we’ll all feel gay when Johnnie comes marching home…”

One of my biggest concerns about our nation is the educational system, but I rarely blog about it, because I find the problem so intractable and depressing that I don’t know what to do about it. But Joanne Jacobs has devoted much of her (at least recent) life to the subject, and she has a new book out. Go ye forth and buy it.

This moron would have been better off if he’d stolen a belt.

Rosa Parks has died. Her bravery moved many Americans to the front of many buses, both literally and metaphorically.

I can imagine that the left wingnuts who think that all “right wingers” and “conservatives” are racists, will imagine that Free Republic will be saying things like “good riddance.” Defying the stupid stereotype, au contraire.

John Derbyshire, of all people, has an eloquent tribute to Bob Dylan. He’s mistaken about Mr. Bojangles, though–it was written by Jerry Jeff Walker, not Dylan.

Somehow, I can’t help but think that there’s some kind of relationship between this piece, by Professor Reynolds on the growing paucity of males on campus, and this one, by Professor Hanson, on the feminization, hypocrisy and intellectual bullying, and celebration of mediocrity there.