Yesterday’s election made everyone on the Internet an expert on Argentinian politics. The divide is between conservatives, who believe Patti LuPone gave the best performance of Don’t Cry for Me Argentina, and liberals, who swear by Madonna.
WaPo reported, “A radical libertarian and admirer of Donald Trump rode a wave of voter rage to win Argentina’s presidency on Sunday, crushing the political establishment and bringing the sharpest turn to the right in four decades of democracy in the country.
“Javier Milei, a 53-year-old far-right economist and former television pundit with no governing experience, claimed nearly 56% of the vote in a stunning upset over Sergio Massa, the center-left economy minister who has struggled to resolve the country’s worst economic crisis in two decades. Even before the official results had been announced Sunday night, Massa acknowledged defeat and congratulated Milei on his win.
“Trump also congratulated Milei. ‘I am very proud of you,’ President Trump wrote on his Truth Social platform. ‘You will turn your Country around and Make Argentina Great Again!'”
I don’t recall Argentina being great before. The last gasp of Empire led to the UK proudly defeating their fourth-rate military in the Falklands, for those of you who recall. 140% inflation this year continued to destroy the economy. The voters must have figured that Javier Milei couldn’t screw things up more than they are in Argentina. We’ll see how he does. He seems to have the right stuff. He told an interviewer, “We do not make pacts with Communists. I would not promote relations with Communists, whether it’s Cuba, Venezuela, North Korea, Nicaragua, or China.
This begs whether he’d want anything to do with Pedo Joe’s regime…
From Eddie Peters
One crisp winter morning in Sweden, a cute little girl named Greta woke up to a perfect world where no petroleum products were ruining the earth. She tossed aside her cotton sheet and wool blanket and stepped onto a dirt floor covered with willow bark pulverized with rocks. “What’s this?” she asked.
“Pulverized willow bark,” replied her fairy godmother.
“What happened to the carpet?” she asked.
“The carpet was nylon, which is made from butadiene and hydrogen cyanide, both made from petroleum,” came the response.
Greta smiled, acknowledging that adjustments are necessary to save the planet, and moved to the sink to brush her teeth, where instead of a toothbrush, she found a willow, mangled on one end to expose wood fiber bristles.
“Your old toothbrush?” noted her godmother, “Also nylon.”
“Where’s the water?” asked Greta.
“Down the road in the canal,” replied her godmother, ‘Just make sure you avoid water with cholera in it”
“Why’s there no running water?” Greta asked, becoming a little peevish.
“Well,” said her godmother, who happened to teach engineering at MIT, “Where do we begin?” There followed a long monologue about how sink valves need elastomer seats, how copper pipes contain copper, which has to be mined, and how it’s impossible to make all-electric earth-moving equipment with no gear lubrication or tires and how ore has to be smelted to a make metal, and that’s tough to do with only electricity as a source of heat. Even if you use only electricity, the wires need insulation, which is petroleum-based. Though most of Sweden’s energy is produced in an environmentally friendly way because of hydro and nuclear, if you do a mass and energy balance around the whole system, you still need lots of petroleum products like lubricants and nylon and rubber for tires and asphalt for filling potholes and wax and iPhone plastic and elastic to hold your underwear up while operating a copper smelting furnace and . . .
“What’s for breakfast?” interjected Greta, whose head was hurting.
“Fresh, range-fed chicken eggs,” replied her godmother. “Raw.”
“How so, raw?” inquired Greta.
“Well, . . .” Once again, Greta was told about the need for petroleum products like transformer oil and scores of petroleum products essential for producing metals for frying pans. In the end was educated about how you can’t have a petroleum-free world and then cook eggs. Unless you rip your front fence up and start a fire, and carefully cook your egg in an orange peel like you do in Boy Scouts. Not that you can find oranges in Sweden anymore.
“But I want poached eggs like my Aunt Tilda makes,” lamented Greta.
“Tilda died this morning,” the godmother explained. “Bacterial pneumonia.”
“What?!” interjected Greta. “No one dies of bacterial pneumonia! We have penicillin.”
“Not anymore,” explained Godmother. “The production of penicillin requires chemical extraction using isobutyl acetate, which is petroleum-based if you know your organic chemistry. Lots of people are dying, which is problematic because there’s not any easy way of disposing of the bodies since backhoes need hydraulic oil and crematoriums can’t really burn many bodies using as fuel Swedish fences and furniture, which are rapidly disappearing – being used on the black market for roasting eggs and staying warm.”
This represents only a fraction of Greta’s day, a day without microphones to exclaim into. A day without much food and without carbon-fiber boats to sail in, but a day that will save the planet.
Tune in tomorrow when Greta needs a root canal and learns how Novocain is synthesized.
Identify the Aircraft
These are only diagrams for a proposed aircraft – but can you identify this US STOL?
The aircraft, originally conceived as a seaplane (as I understand it), was redesigned as a FAC STOL. I think that this company left the US warplane business after this failure to contract.
No, it’s not a modified Pilatus Porter