The Baystate Objectivist

The Baystate Objectivist

Monday, January 7, 2013

Monday

Smith's John M. Greene Hall.


Used clothing store on Main Street.


Oh wow, stop the presses! Little Justin Bieber got some tattoos! Guess he ain't a kid anymore. One tattoo is of a crown, as is only fitting for a pop king.


Less egotistical and more interesting is his other tattoo of an Indian.


Hmmm, it reminds me of the logo for the Indian Motocycle, originally manufactured in Springfield, Mass.


Alas, Justin's is actually the logo of the Stratford Culliton hockey team from Bieber's native Canada. Oh well, now that he has tats to show off Justin needs to hold pool parties, as demonstrated in his latest video.




Is there any more despicable figure in local education in recent years than Amherst/South Hadley's Gus Sawyer - surpassing even Springfield's Peter Negroni? Larry Kelley presents a compelling case in this tale of a town blinded by political correctness. Read it and weep here.


Yikes, a Massachusetts man was attacked by a bobcat!

A man in Massachusetts says all he heard was a hiss before a bobcat pounced on him in his own garage, sinking its teeth into his face and its claws in his back.

Read more here.


Go away bad Kennedy.

Retired Rhode Island Congressman Patrick Kennedy is taking aim at what he sees as knee-jerk support for marijuana legalization among his fellow liberals, in a project that carries special meaning for the self-confessed former Oxycontin addict.

Kennedy, 45, a Democrat and younger son of the late "Lion of the Senate" Edward M. Kennedy of Massachusetts, is leading a group called Project SAM (Smart Approaches to Marijuana) that opposes legalization and seeks to rise above America's culture war over pot with its images of long-haired hippies battling law-and-order conservatives.


Read more here.

Happy Monday.


1 comment:

Tim said...

Tom, about two months ago, my son and I were driving to Fountain Park in Wilbraham to walk our two dogs. Power lines run along one side of the park right before the entrance. We both saw what we swore was a bobcat, dash across Tinkham Rd. and head north along the power lines. The thing had no tail or not much of one, and did not run like any domestic cat or dog. Gave us the chills. They're around, no doubt. Pays to use your senses when your in the out of doors which you seem to be, quite a bit as am I.