Drudge: What Would We Do Without It?

If you want a quick reading of the national psyche you can't beat the Drudge Report.

A quick look on Thursday told me everything I wanted to know.

First, we were still resilient. After taking one on the jaw the day before, we had popped back up. The Dow was up 400 points. Warren Buffet was buying stock with both hands. Californians were snapping up the houses that hadn't burned yet

Memo to mainstream journalists: Price declines are not a calamity on the road to armagedden. The are good, being no more than adjustments to a newfound reality. The axiom goes: buy low, sell high. Remember?
Sensible people were buying things they couldn't afford earlier. They're happy now. The headlline said, "California House Sales Soar as Prices Plummet."
I wonder what economists will do with that revelation.

No one, of course, is more sensible than Buffet. His tried and true formlula goes like this: buy stock in a company that any fool can run because eventually one will. He is a happy billionaire.

Unfortunately, normality also prevailed in academia: "Beaver College Professor Assigns Students to Write Essay Critical of Palin." New dog, same bark.

This is a quiz: Here are the characteristics, you name the occupation: The average work load is three hours a week, the average salary is upward of $100,000 a year, and insanity is not a disqualifier.
The correct answer is: college professor. Everybody gets that one right. I don't know why.

This headline told me that the sports world had quickly returned to normal (Okay, as normal as it ever is): "NBA Star Disrespects National Anthem: 'I Don't Celebrate This, I'm Black.'" Why am I not surprised that he plays for man-child Mark Cuban's Dallas Mavericks?
We should put a time limit on group whining. One century after the terrible event, in this case slavery, the whining has to stop. The buzzer goes off. Whine after the buzzer and you're an instant Haitian. No after-the-play reviews by Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson or anybody else. You're outa here.
Send me a card. Tell me about Haiti's cockroaches, especially the ones that are now your best friends.

Clueless Europeans still didn't have a clue: "Der Spiegel: The Foundations of U.S. Capitalism Have Fallen." Too bad we're still providing the military shield that allows Der Spiegel to publish in German instead of Russian.

And last, the surest sign of all that America is returning to normal: "Reid: No One Knows What to Do."
That would be Harry Reid, the rumored leader of the Senate Democrats, who are rumored to control that body.