I stopped with the the Civil War letters for a couple of reason. First, in following the trek of the misfortunes Mr. Burns, I noticed that a couple of letters must have been mis-dated. By that I mean, that Lum had two letters dated 1863 when they obviously had to have been 1862. That being my hypothesis, I stopped until I could confirm the case.
Next, I figure this is not the proper depository for such serious business. Upon much thought or as much as I could fit into 425 seconds, I've decided to start the war letters over in a new all historic blog. Why? Well, simple. Some of what is in the letters is too much for what I intended for this depository. I also believe that they deserve some analysis and commentary. In order to do them some sort of honor, I will post them one at a time with additional factual extrapolations.
However, seriousness aside, there are too many comedic opportunities to be had by placing them in a bucket of mimic and satirical context. THAT, my friends, will be poured out here in this very collection of absent minded bloviated bisque.
The car? Oh, yeah. I saw a texter behind the wheel eat it big time this morning. The idiot was entering the freeway as I sped along in the right lane of three. As I approached the on coming entrance ramp I looked upon the ramp in time to see the car simple right turn off the roadway, down into the ditch, up the other side and into the over growth of bushery and tree.
Once its forward momentum came to a pause, the auto then began to turtle over back into the ditch and onto its top. I saw all the windows explode as I passed. Just passed the entry ramp, there were construction barriers in the form of thick concrete and no, I said no shoulder on which to stop and render aid.
I did the next best thing. I whipped out my archaic, yet still nifty, cell phone.and punched in 9-1-1. A half hour later, I heard the accident reported on the radio and was somewhat relieved that the word fatality was not in the report. Five minutes after that, an officer of the law telephoned me and the inquisition was on. My first question was, of course, "Is the person ok?" after which the officer said the person was fine.
So, the accident was a little disturbing for a spell, but now that I know that he/she is "fine" I can address the idiot as just that, an idiot.
Folks, I don't care how good you think you are at multi-tasking, attempting any sort of multi-task that averts your eyes off the roadway is not only stupid, but potentially deadly. This car was going perhaps 45-50 mph and whether it was texting or a coffee spill, this could have turned out much worse.
I advise all to keep the shenanigans in the blogosphere.
That is all.
Showing posts with label The Feral Mind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Feral Mind. Show all posts
20100509
And No, It's Not Because I am...
...it's because Charlize Theron is golden.
Did you know that if you click this image, your monitor will melt into a blob worthy of stick-science?
20100429
The Pure and True American Descending
I read this over at Cmblake6's Weblog and it started an unsettling process of thought. He merely lays out a list of fact-based evidence and more or less leaves his readers with task of pulling it all together. Well, that it did for me and perhaps I am simply paranoid and devoid of a reasonable thought process on the matter, but once all the evidence is compiled, one does have to wonder. I imagine that I should post the linkage as he has, but once posted with such elegance, why play with redux? Go take a look for yourself and find your own conclusion.
Here is mine.
Maybe I'm a little behind the curve, but it just occurred to me that there could be a more sinister plot going down.
Ethnic Cleansing.
Or at minimum the transfer of majority to minority. Perhaps I am a simple dolt at times living in an online world of comic narrative and blog cartoonery, but it seems to me that if our government embraces the medical abortion of Americans, the abolition of war against our enemies, the financial destruction of our fiscally strong, and the legal importation and naturalization of foreign citizenry without proper due process, then doesn't it stand to reason that the pure and true American is the perceived enemy of our own state?
Is it even plausible to think that the current socialistic policy that is being legislated against us has an even more subversive plot? If this is the case, then millions of pure and true Americans (Democratic voters) are being duped into not only voting in the power of our demise, but they are the ones pushing for the legislation to empower our pure and true enemies without a clue of what is really happening.
If there is a transfer of majority, then in the not so distant future, can we expect a civil war between them and us, with them having the political power over the pure and true America? I expect that by then many of the Democratic voters will have witnessed the err of their ways and will join the fight. At least this is my hope, if and when our enemies seize power over us.
Keep in mind, before anyone accuses me of racism, that I am simply asking questions. I honestly believe that the pure and true American is one born of many races and nationalities. Sadly, many of those same Americans cannot grasp the real identity of who they are and what could or should be their true American potential.
It seems unfathomable that our conservative fears of socialism from a year and a half ago which were labeled as racist and fear monger, have not only come to pass, but are largely accepted and even embraced by those hoisting the accusation. I am speaking of the common American voting Democrat and not their elite who are leading them to slaughter.
Let's suppose for a moment that our international military prowess is diminished to a point of vulnerability and that our enemies hold as much, if not more, domestic political clout than we to the degree that our position in society becomes an inverse.
It almost seems reasonable to suggest that the rise in illegal immigration of foreign nationals combined with the increasing favor of the Muslim-Arab influence is a sinister movement to hand over the Land of the Free to the subversives.
I realize this notion of ethnic weakening is far fetched and reeks of paranoia-based conspiracy theory, but as the old saying goes, the frog is more tolerable of a gradual warming than it is of an instant boil. By ignoring the possibilities, we allow ourselves to simmer in our own descension - do we not? If this seems lunatic fringe, then snapshot Europe and the gradual degradation of it's nationalistic public majority within each state's individual border.
If our current direction continues, then at what point do we all come to realize that we are standing in a stew awaiting the consumption by our enemies?
And when we finally find that realization, what then, will be our recourse?
Here is mine.
Maybe I'm a little behind the curve, but it just occurred to me that there could be a more sinister plot going down.
Ethnic Cleansing.
Or at minimum the transfer of majority to minority. Perhaps I am a simple dolt at times living in an online world of comic narrative and blog cartoonery, but it seems to me that if our government embraces the medical abortion of Americans, the abolition of war against our enemies, the financial destruction of our fiscally strong, and the legal importation and naturalization of foreign citizenry without proper due process, then doesn't it stand to reason that the pure and true American is the perceived enemy of our own state?
Is it even plausible to think that the current socialistic policy that is being legislated against us has an even more subversive plot? If this is the case, then millions of pure and true Americans (Democratic voters) are being duped into not only voting in the power of our demise, but they are the ones pushing for the legislation to empower our pure and true enemies without a clue of what is really happening.
If there is a transfer of majority, then in the not so distant future, can we expect a civil war between them and us, with them having the political power over the pure and true America? I expect that by then many of the Democratic voters will have witnessed the err of their ways and will join the fight. At least this is my hope, if and when our enemies seize power over us.
Keep in mind, before anyone accuses me of racism, that I am simply asking questions. I honestly believe that the pure and true American is one born of many races and nationalities. Sadly, many of those same Americans cannot grasp the real identity of who they are and what could or should be their true American potential.
It seems unfathomable that our conservative fears of socialism from a year and a half ago which were labeled as racist and fear monger, have not only come to pass, but are largely accepted and even embraced by those hoisting the accusation. I am speaking of the common American voting Democrat and not their elite who are leading them to slaughter.
Let's suppose for a moment that our international military prowess is diminished to a point of vulnerability and that our enemies hold as much, if not more, domestic political clout than we to the degree that our position in society becomes an inverse.
It almost seems reasonable to suggest that the rise in illegal immigration of foreign nationals combined with the increasing favor of the Muslim-Arab influence is a sinister movement to hand over the Land of the Free to the subversives.
I realize this notion of ethnic weakening is far fetched and reeks of paranoia-based conspiracy theory, but as the old saying goes, the frog is more tolerable of a gradual warming than it is of an instant boil. By ignoring the possibilities, we allow ourselves to simmer in our own descension - do we not? If this seems lunatic fringe, then snapshot Europe and the gradual degradation of it's nationalistic public majority within each state's individual border.
If our current direction continues, then at what point do we all come to realize that we are standing in a stew awaiting the consumption by our enemies?
And when we finally find that realization, what then, will be our recourse?
20100426
The Story of US and Other History (Political) Lessons
I watched this on the History Channel last night. All I have to say is that I missed the first 120 seconds of the broadcast. Why?
Because the fraudulent idiot opened the show. I left the room for the toilet and spilled my dinner.
That is all.
No, it's not all. I was leaving this comment in Cmblake6's blog about Anderson Cooper Shitting Himself, when my story-telling became too long for a comment. I figured I better write here rather than hi-jack his entry.
"I remember back in 1980, my first semester in college, when my political science "professor", Dr. Katsikas (bitch, whore, slut), claimed that "Communism is the purist form of government." She went on to try and passionately prove it to us. At the end of the 100 minute lecture the mumbles amongst the student body as we were leaving were incredible - many claiming that they would be dropping the course immediately."
"Me? I went strait to take care of that very task. I saw two others in line from the same class. I don't know how many actually bugged out, because I never returned. However, as a fraternity prank several weeks later, we streaked the lobby and corridors outside her lecture room. Yes, we were streaking in 1980."
A couple semesters later, during the second semester political science course, the moron "professor" (can't remember his ponytail name, but I remember that he was from Massachusetts), opened the class by writing the Preamble to the US Constitution on the chalk boards. I watched him hammer it out, all of it.
When he finished, he circles two phrases; "...provide for the common defence," and "...promote the general welfare."
Then he said this, "Today, this is the main difference between Democrats and Republicans." Before he could draw another breath, my arm went skyward. He called on me.
"To me, provide and promote do not mean the same thing."
"What do you mean." he said looking ghost-like.
"To provide something, means it's all on you. To promote something, means to provide avenues for others to provide or to advertise."
The moments that followed were uncomfortable and quite tense. He eventually got back on track, but three weeks later, after the first exam, he stopped me outside the room as I was leaving and said, "I have never had three weeks of lesson plans destroyed like I had on the first day of class." I was fearful of my course grade at that very moment, but he continued, "I never looked at the phrasing quite like that, but you were right in what you said."
Do these people actually read the words or do they simply fit them to their ideology? (rhetorical)
I ended up with an A in the course. He and I had healthy debates for most of the semester. To his credit, he was a decent guy albeit his politics were all screwed up.
Our education system is so broken that I have serious doubts that it can ever be repaired. I am very concerned on this matter.
Kudos: Cmblake6
Because the fraudulent idiot opened the show. I left the room for the toilet and spilled my dinner.
That is all.
No, it's not all. I was leaving this comment in Cmblake6's blog about Anderson Cooper Shitting Himself, when my story-telling became too long for a comment. I figured I better write here rather than hi-jack his entry.
"I remember back in 1980, my first semester in college, when my political science "professor", Dr. Katsikas (bitch, whore, slut), claimed that "Communism is the purist form of government." She went on to try and passionately prove it to us. At the end of the 100 minute lecture the mumbles amongst the student body as we were leaving were incredible - many claiming that they would be dropping the course immediately."
"Me? I went strait to take care of that very task. I saw two others in line from the same class. I don't know how many actually bugged out, because I never returned. However, as a fraternity prank several weeks later, we streaked the lobby and corridors outside her lecture room. Yes, we were streaking in 1980."
A couple semesters later, during the second semester political science course, the moron "professor" (can't remember his ponytail name, but I remember that he was from Massachusetts), opened the class by writing the Preamble to the US Constitution on the chalk boards. I watched him hammer it out, all of it.
When he finished, he circles two phrases; "...provide for the common defence," and "...promote the general welfare."
Then he said this, "Today, this is the main difference between Democrats and Republicans." Before he could draw another breath, my arm went skyward. He called on me.
"To me, provide and promote do not mean the same thing."
"What do you mean." he said looking ghost-like.
"To provide something, means it's all on you. To promote something, means to provide avenues for others to provide or to advertise."
The moments that followed were uncomfortable and quite tense. He eventually got back on track, but three weeks later, after the first exam, he stopped me outside the room as I was leaving and said, "I have never had three weeks of lesson plans destroyed like I had on the first day of class." I was fearful of my course grade at that very moment, but he continued, "I never looked at the phrasing quite like that, but you were right in what you said."
Do these people actually read the words or do they simply fit them to their ideology? (rhetorical)
I ended up with an A in the course. He and I had healthy debates for most of the semester. To his credit, he was a decent guy albeit his politics were all screwed up.
Our education system is so broken that I have serious doubts that it can ever be repaired. I am very concerned on this matter.
Kudos: Cmblake6
20100425
Some Serious History About Texas with a Side Order of Texas A&M
Since LC Aggie Sith seems like a friendly sort, I'll only do this once (unless it happens to be Thanksgiving, then I might do it again provided that the annual football contest happens the way it is suppose to happen).
Texas A&M is a fine university and I've always had a deep respect for its academics in engineering, architecture, military studies, agriculture and science among other areas of study like animal husbandry. In Texas, the Aggie is the brunt of all insulting jokes (we use them in lieu of the Polish people), well, until the last general election. Now, we have a more adequate target.
A&M has a conservative value (virtue?) that permeates the campus and the general mindset of the student body that is rare on college campuses around the country.
This photo was taken on the campus of Texas A&M. It depicts one of the strengths of the agriculture academic programs - feeding barnyard animals gin from a styrofoam cup. I also like that they keep the leftist jackasses behind bars where they belong. The only issue I have is that the sign says, "Beware of dog." This is partially why many jokes are directed toward the university's graduates and student body.
For me though, being in the engineering biz for a substantial portion of my existence, I have worked with hundreds of Aggies and consider them all to be above the grade intellect wise. In fact, the most accurate joke told on them is this:
Q: What do you call an Aggie four years after graduation?
A: Boss.
It's true in many cases.
Many people label the Aggies as a sort of a cult in that the bond held between it's graduates probably exceeds, in camaraderie, that of any other university. I have always been amazed at how close the Aggies seem to be after graduation.
Further illustration of the conservative attributes of Texas A&M is this proposal, which took place on campus beneath the much revered Century Tree. I don't know if she accepted the proposal, but I'm pretty sure she wouldn't be capable of not doing so considering her hands are stuck to her face in awe in spite of his affiliation to The Corp.
Tradition is held in high regard at Texas A&M and for that, I will always have a healthy respect for the university.
Some of the other things I know about A&M:
- They have a dog grave yard at the football field score board.
- They name all they're dogs (collies) Reveille.
- Reveille is a five star general and highest ranking officer in the Aggie Corp of Cadets.
- If Reveille barks while her attendant is in class, that class is dismissed for the day.
- The don't have cheerleaders or song girls, they have yell leaders...and they are all male.
- Each class of undergraduates has they're own hand sign and yelp.
- After football touchdowns, everybody kisses each other...on the lips.
- The student body stands up through out the entire game.
- They are very, very loud.
- They hate Texas Tech, Baylor (1926) and most of the time Texas.
- They have a most incredible yell practice prior to the A&M vs. Texas game. Did I mention that they are very, very loud?
- They say "gig'em" a lot for no apparent reason.
Ok, one side note here...on occasion, the corp boys (or corpse boys as the pinhead in office might say), have a tendency to do some rather idiotic things. Reference the sword threat versus SMU and the 1926 debacle, which caused the feud between A&M and Baylor (that event was messy at best and caused a 30 year hiatus in football contests between the two schools).
And I always knew Nebraska fans were less than bright, but you have to know that when you do a road trip to A&M, you MUST mind your manners...and for the love of Reveille stay off the football field.
LC Aggie Sith reminded me of the LSU dust up, but I couldn't find a timely photo.
Move along, move along..
Welcome to The Republic of Texas
April 21 was the anniversary of the Battle of San Jacinto, which was fought in 1836 following the signing of the Texas Declaration of Independence, which was deemed official on March 2nd of the same year. Not coincidentally, April 21st was the day that Texas won its independence from Mexico. For some nine years, Texas was a sovereign republic, which is a claim that cannot be made by any other state in the union.
I have several lines of ancestry (including the line with the surname by which I am known) that date back to times prior to the events leading to independence. Some of my ancestors undoubtedly fought in those battles, which are now considered by many to be some of the more interesting battles fought in American history.
The Battle of The Alamo:
On March 6th, 1936, several thousand Mexicans showed up in San Antonio for fiesta and siesta in anticipation of a war rout. It didn't quite go as they had planned, because 140 (estimated) Texans and Tejanos (Hispanic Texans) had other ideas and were able to fight for two weeks. This was important because it gave Sam Houston time to retreat to the east and gather his troops in what was known as the Runaway Scrape.
Alamo casualties:
Texans and Tejanos - 140 (estimated)
Mexicans - 600 (estimated)
History is unclear on the actual numbers, because while all Alamo Texas fighters were killed (allegedly some family members were spared), the lingering wounded Mexicans died in the following days and weeks due to lack of medical personnel.
Link: The Alamo (very well done website)
The Battle at San Jacinto:
It took 18 minutes for Sam Houston and his 850 fighters to defeat the post Alamo remnants (estimated to be about 1500) of the Mexican Army. Apparently Santa Anna's troops were full of fiesta tequila and siesta headache on the day of April 21, 1936. Sam Houston being worthy of legend status around these parts, decided to use this lack of respect as an opportunity for a do or die attack. A wounded Santa Anna was later captured while hiding in the thick woods wearing a private's uniform, which was somewhat significant considering he was a proud and pompous dickhead.
San Jacinto casualties:
Texans - 9 killed, 30 wounded.
Mexicans - 650 killed, 200 wounded, the rest captured.
Side note: The Texans held two main battle cries; "Remember the Alamo" and "Remember Goliad." The Goliad Massacre occurred on or about a March 27, 1836 skirmish between 60 Texans and 350 Mexicans. The Mexicans won the skirmish and subsequently took the remaining Texans prisoner. Santa Anna (dickhead) ordered all prisoners to be executed.
The Yellow Rose of Texas:
The brilliance of Sam Houston offers one side note of genius on the eve prior to the battle. One of the legends claims that Houston sent an attractive mulatto slave, Emily Morgan (or Emily West as the legend is unclear), into the camp of El Presidente Santa Anna to distract him from the war plans. Santa Anna was well known to have surrounded himself with attractive ladies.
Link: Timeline of the Texas-Mexican War
Being a natural born Texan, I find this stuff fascinating. The rich Texas history has many legends of heraldry including some excellent stories of the famed Texas Rangers - them are some bad-ass dudes make no mistake. I've known one or two of the modern day version and I can tell you this - you really do not want to be on the wrong end of their ire. History shows that they don't always play by the rules. No doubt this is a topic for future posts.
I'll most likely sprinkle more of my favorite historical notes in this blog as time passes. For now, though, there are chores to be completed or the domesticated room mate will introduce me to her specific brand if ire.
Cheers and be safe.
Texas A&M is a fine university and I've always had a deep respect for its academics in engineering, architecture, military studies, agriculture and science among other areas of study like animal husbandry. In Texas, the Aggie is the brunt of all insulting jokes (we use them in lieu of the Polish people), well, until the last general election. Now, we have a more adequate target.
A&M has a conservative value (virtue?) that permeates the campus and the general mindset of the student body that is rare on college campuses around the country.
This photo was taken on the campus of Texas A&M. It depicts one of the strengths of the agriculture academic programs - feeding barnyard animals gin from a styrofoam cup. I also like that they keep the leftist jackasses behind bars where they belong. The only issue I have is that the sign says, "Beware of dog." This is partially why many jokes are directed toward the university's graduates and student body.
For me though, being in the engineering biz for a substantial portion of my existence, I have worked with hundreds of Aggies and consider them all to be above the grade intellect wise. In fact, the most accurate joke told on them is this:
Q: What do you call an Aggie four years after graduation?
A: Boss.
It's true in many cases.
Many people label the Aggies as a sort of a cult in that the bond held between it's graduates probably exceeds, in camaraderie, that of any other university. I have always been amazed at how close the Aggies seem to be after graduation.
Further illustration of the conservative attributes of Texas A&M is this proposal, which took place on campus beneath the much revered Century Tree. I don't know if she accepted the proposal, but I'm pretty sure she wouldn't be capable of not doing so considering her hands are stuck to her face in awe in spite of his affiliation to The Corp.
Tradition is held in high regard at Texas A&M and for that, I will always have a healthy respect for the university.
Some of the other things I know about A&M:
- They have a dog grave yard at the football field score board.
- They name all they're dogs (collies) Reveille.
- Reveille is a five star general and highest ranking officer in the Aggie Corp of Cadets.
- If Reveille barks while her attendant is in class, that class is dismissed for the day.
- The don't have cheerleaders or song girls, they have yell leaders...and they are all male.
- Each class of undergraduates has they're own hand sign and yelp.
- After football touchdowns, everybody kisses each other...on the lips.
- The student body stands up through out the entire game.
- They are very, very loud.
- They hate Texas Tech, Baylor (1926) and most of the time Texas.
- They have a most incredible yell practice prior to the A&M vs. Texas game. Did I mention that they are very, very loud?
- They say "gig'em" a lot for no apparent reason.
Ok, one side note here...on occasion, the corp boys (or corpse boys as the pinhead in office might say), have a tendency to do some rather idiotic things. Reference the sword threat versus SMU and the 1926 debacle, which caused the feud between A&M and Baylor (that event was messy at best and caused a 30 year hiatus in football contests between the two schools).
And I always knew Nebraska fans were less than bright, but you have to know that when you do a road trip to A&M, you MUST mind your manners...and for the love of Reveille stay off the football field.
LC Aggie Sith reminded me of the LSU dust up, but I couldn't find a timely photo.
Move along, move along..
Welcome to The Republic of Texas
April 21 was the anniversary of the Battle of San Jacinto, which was fought in 1836 following the signing of the Texas Declaration of Independence, which was deemed official on March 2nd of the same year. Not coincidentally, April 21st was the day that Texas won its independence from Mexico. For some nine years, Texas was a sovereign republic, which is a claim that cannot be made by any other state in the union.
I have several lines of ancestry (including the line with the surname by which I am known) that date back to times prior to the events leading to independence. Some of my ancestors undoubtedly fought in those battles, which are now considered by many to be some of the more interesting battles fought in American history.
The Battle of The Alamo:
On March 6th, 1936, several thousand Mexicans showed up in San Antonio for fiesta and siesta in anticipation of a war rout. It didn't quite go as they had planned, because 140 (estimated) Texans and Tejanos (Hispanic Texans) had other ideas and were able to fight for two weeks. This was important because it gave Sam Houston time to retreat to the east and gather his troops in what was known as the Runaway Scrape.
Alamo casualties:
Texans and Tejanos - 140 (estimated)
Mexicans - 600 (estimated)
History is unclear on the actual numbers, because while all Alamo Texas fighters were killed (allegedly some family members were spared), the lingering wounded Mexicans died in the following days and weeks due to lack of medical personnel.
Link: The Alamo (very well done website)
The Battle at San Jacinto:
It took 18 minutes for Sam Houston and his 850 fighters to defeat the post Alamo remnants (estimated to be about 1500) of the Mexican Army. Apparently Santa Anna's troops were full of fiesta tequila and siesta headache on the day of April 21, 1936. Sam Houston being worthy of legend status around these parts, decided to use this lack of respect as an opportunity for a do or die attack. A wounded Santa Anna was later captured while hiding in the thick woods wearing a private's uniform, which was somewhat significant considering he was a proud and pompous dickhead.
San Jacinto casualties:
Texans - 9 killed, 30 wounded.
Mexicans - 650 killed, 200 wounded, the rest captured.
Side note: The Texans held two main battle cries; "Remember the Alamo" and "Remember Goliad." The Goliad Massacre occurred on or about a March 27, 1836 skirmish between 60 Texans and 350 Mexicans. The Mexicans won the skirmish and subsequently took the remaining Texans prisoner. Santa Anna (dickhead) ordered all prisoners to be executed.
The Yellow Rose of Texas:
The brilliance of Sam Houston offers one side note of genius on the eve prior to the battle. One of the legends claims that Houston sent an attractive mulatto slave, Emily Morgan (or Emily West as the legend is unclear), into the camp of El Presidente Santa Anna to distract him from the war plans. Santa Anna was well known to have surrounded himself with attractive ladies.
Link: Timeline of the Texas-Mexican War
Being a natural born Texan, I find this stuff fascinating. The rich Texas history has many legends of heraldry including some excellent stories of the famed Texas Rangers - them are some bad-ass dudes make no mistake. I've known one or two of the modern day version and I can tell you this - you really do not want to be on the wrong end of their ire. History shows that they don't always play by the rules. No doubt this is a topic for future posts.
I'll most likely sprinkle more of my favorite historical notes in this blog as time passes. For now, though, there are chores to be completed or the domesticated room mate will introduce me to her specific brand if ire.
Cheers and be safe.
20100422
BREAKING NEWS: Shoe Sale Down At the ZombieMart
I think I'll swing by and score me a pair of these footies on the way home. I'm pretty sure there isn't anything (yet) in the Employee Manual of Employer Rules and Codes of Conduct under Article 3 : Dress Code that specifically prevents the use of these in the work place. To be safe, though, I'll toe the water on Casual Friday.
I'm caught up in the TV show Flash Forward. I decided that since the writers of that other TV show called 24 have been taking script advice from the mentally impaired, I need a new weekly program to waste more of my time. FF had some pretty nifty scenarios in the beginning, but even it's become more of a daytime drama than a cool scientifically based mindfuck. Speaking of 24, it's ending this year after the eighth season...or is it the eighth day? Like i said, I know why, too. The scripts suck ass. Actually, now that I think of it, after the first three days (seasons), it has been pretty much down hill.
Edit: You might be asking why I have kept up with 24 all these years. I can answer that. Basically, the character of Jack Bauer is about the only real man type character (absent of lefty type softness seen in about every other TV show) left on the weekly TV guide. That, and there is always a nice array of guns and explosions.
After Flash Forward, then its over to the Speed Channel for another lame episode of Bullrun. I was sort of digging that show last season, but aside from the fantastic cars, there isn't much there in the way of entertainment. I don't know, since I've stay tuned for the season so far, I might as well watch the last few episodes. Something might get wrecked...and things explode, which is always sort of cool.
Edit: I ended up doing what I do most often - watched the Science Channel until midnight.
I don't know if anyone has noticed, but Kari is back from maternity leave. I happened across a new Myth Busters the other day. They made cannons out of leather. I like these cannons better than the ones they made out of duct tape even when the breech gave it up and back-ploded, but nothing was more fun than watching the water heaters under 35 psi (I think) blow themselves 250 feet skyward.
Oh, and happy Earth Day. I would call my green friends and tell them that , but I don't have any green friends any more. I shot them all dead back in 2004 because they lost their minds due to the Gorean-Dementia disease. It was sad watching them suffer like that. I now consider myself a humanitarian.
Speaking of saving the planet, I have a question (shamelessly stolen from the great Mark Davis [edit: it was George Carlin played on Mark Davis' show]):
Earth has been on it's own for 4.6 billion years and it did quite well without our help. I mean, in spite of being magmatically boiled, pounded by asteroids and space rocks, quaked, flooded and
volcanoed to hell and back, why do we need to save it from plastic baggies and water bottles?
Answer: This landscape photograph of Mother Earth shows that without a doubt that she is alive and doing pretty darn well.
Ok, couch potato time.
I'm caught up in the TV show Flash Forward. I decided that since the writers of that other TV show called 24 have been taking script advice from the mentally impaired, I need a new weekly program to waste more of my time. FF had some pretty nifty scenarios in the beginning, but even it's become more of a daytime drama than a cool scientifically based mindfuck. Speaking of 24, it's ending this year after the eighth season...or is it the eighth day? Like i said, I know why, too. The scripts suck ass. Actually, now that I think of it, after the first three days (seasons), it has been pretty much down hill.
Edit: You might be asking why I have kept up with 24 all these years. I can answer that. Basically, the character of Jack Bauer is about the only real man type character (absent of lefty type softness seen in about every other TV show) left on the weekly TV guide. That, and there is always a nice array of guns and explosions.
After Flash Forward, then its over to the Speed Channel for another lame episode of Bullrun. I was sort of digging that show last season, but aside from the fantastic cars, there isn't much there in the way of entertainment. I don't know, since I've stay tuned for the season so far, I might as well watch the last few episodes. Something might get wrecked...and things explode, which is always sort of cool.
Edit: I ended up doing what I do most often - watched the Science Channel until midnight.
I don't know if anyone has noticed, but Kari is back from maternity leave. I happened across a new Myth Busters the other day. They made cannons out of leather. I like these cannons better than the ones they made out of duct tape even when the breech gave it up and back-ploded, but nothing was more fun than watching the water heaters under 35 psi (I think) blow themselves 250 feet skyward.
Oh, and happy Earth Day. I would call my green friends and tell them that , but I don't have any green friends any more. I shot them all dead back in 2004 because they lost their minds due to the Gorean-Dementia disease. It was sad watching them suffer like that. I now consider myself a humanitarian.
Speaking of saving the planet, I have a question (shamelessly stolen from the great Mark Davis [edit: it was George Carlin played on Mark Davis' show]):
Earth has been on it's own for 4.6 billion years and it did quite well without our help. I mean, in spite of being magmatically boiled, pounded by asteroids and space rocks, quaked, flooded and
volcanoed to hell and back, why do we need to save it from plastic baggies and water bottles?
Answer: This landscape photograph of Mother Earth shows that without a doubt that she is alive and doing pretty darn well.
Ok, couch potato time.
20100418
Ministries Are Little More than Departments of Menial Tasks
Every where you look, there is a ministry of some ilk.
This is a subject on which I have given much thought and consideration. I'm dead serious about this, too. Everyone knows that there are religious ministries, but did you know that there are all sorts of ministries in government? There are religious ministries AND government ministries.
I guess the conception of such thought-provoking wonderment occurred when I was in the coffee biz and learned that the country of Costa Rica way down there in Central American has, and get this, a Coffee Ministry. It's true. No really...Costa Rica has a prime coffee industry and they also have a ministry to regulate this industry.
What I found peculiar about this particular Coffee Ministry is that they have standards in their coffee. I believe that, because they make the some of the best coffee beans on Planet Earth. While I don't know the process by which they rank the beans, I do know that coffee beans deemed by the Ministry not worthy for export are required to be dyed blue and stored for domestic use only. That's right, Costa Rica Blue (sort of like Colombia Blue, but different). My deductive prowess concluded with the notion that all cups of coffee served within the borders of Costa Rica would therefore be blue. I know. Strange, right?
Ok, so, some years later, I was looking at a BBC newscast while trapped in an airport layover. The pretty lady on the screen was prattling on about the British Parliament and various British ministries like the Ministry of Silly Walks.
The Brits also have ministries for other forms of regulation like Labour, Transport, Business/Enterprise/Regulatory Reform, Energy/Climate Change, Children/Young People/Families, Culture/Media/Sport, Innovation/Universities/Skills (formerly Innovation/Science?) and more. The thing about British ministries is that they (ministers and secretaries, I guess, or lords or whips?) rearrange the names and functions of the ministries about every six to eight months. Every six months? It's a wonder they get anything else done.
[Interjection: How the hell do the British determine which division of departments go with which other division of departments? I think there is probably much debate over this, because of the astonishing number of times that they become rearranged under the official "reshuffle" measure. Energy and Climate Change? Culture and Media and Sport?]
In the US, we don't have ministries in government. It's not allowed, because of a Constitutional law that says something about separation of church and state, even though it never says anything about separation of church and state. So instead, they named them Cabinets to throw everybody off.
Cabinets are little more than departments for the administration of menial tasks. How do I know this? Because like every ministry, cabinets have secretaries in charge of everything deemed not important enough to bother involving the President. I guess everything except those which are carried out by czars. They have menial tasks responsibilities, too. Of course, then it makes perfect sense that if there is a Secretary of the Interiors and a Secretary of Environmental Protection and Secretary of Education and also that they are considered Directors of Menial Tasks, then a czar like the Properly Inflated Tire Czar and and czar like the Association for Community Organization Reform Now Czar (other duties include the President of the United States) are comparable to Assistants to the Director of Menial Tasks. Mere minions, right?
I guess there is a need for all the ministries. After all, somebody has to be around to tell other people to "dye those coffee beans blue", "34.5 psi" and "go to the cemetery and write down some names."
My point to all this fiddling about is that our US cabinet members are secretaries who have been given full charge of all things menial. I mean, would you put any of these people in full command of anything above the office of Director of Sheep Tending or the Office of the Secretary for the Prevention of Fly Tipping?
President Obama's Cabinet 2009 (source: White House dot gov)
In case you didn't notice that I mentioned Fly Tipping, well, I did mention it. In my searches for what ever looks interesting, I found this story (and I'm not making this up): Lib Dems Want Tougher Laws To Tackle Fly Tipping. Now, I grew up in Texas and I know all about the evils of Cow Tipping, even though my crack sources tell me that cow tipping is apparently a bigger problem in Tennessee.
I had no idea about Fly Tipping. I guess this is a huge problem in the UK, because the fuss has caused many UK Democrats like Group Leader Cllr John Macklin to say thing like:
“I’ll be speaking to the Labour members who are responsible for fly tipping and enforcement ...to see how all of these portfolio areas can better tackle the problem."
He went on to say and rightfully so...
“Our street cleaning is provided on a much smaller budget than some neighbouring London boroughs so we can’t afford to waste money collecting fly tipping. The Council’s current rates for catching flytippers are not nearly enough..."
They even made some schnazzy signs.
The Waltham Forest Liberal Democrats have more on the problem with Fly Tipping.
We cannot be out done by the Brits in this pandemic criminal activity. Something needs to be done. I hereby nominate Little Eric Holder to the Office for the Prevention of Cow Tipping and with it come the full obligatory powers including duties for associated criminal activities like Goat Fainting.
And, because it is raining, I nominate her as Secretary of What Ever She Wants...
Sorry, I strayed a little off topic. I guess what I am really trying to say with this post is that it's Sunday morning, it's raining and, of course, I'm out of coffee.
Dangit!
This is a subject on which I have given much thought and consideration. I'm dead serious about this, too. Everyone knows that there are religious ministries, but did you know that there are all sorts of ministries in government? There are religious ministries AND government ministries.
I guess the conception of such thought-provoking wonderment occurred when I was in the coffee biz and learned that the country of Costa Rica way down there in Central American has, and get this, a Coffee Ministry. It's true. No really...Costa Rica has a prime coffee industry and they also have a ministry to regulate this industry.
What I found peculiar about this particular Coffee Ministry is that they have standards in their coffee. I believe that, because they make the some of the best coffee beans on Planet Earth. While I don't know the process by which they rank the beans, I do know that coffee beans deemed by the Ministry not worthy for export are required to be dyed blue and stored for domestic use only. That's right, Costa Rica Blue (sort of like Colombia Blue, but different). My deductive prowess concluded with the notion that all cups of coffee served within the borders of Costa Rica would therefore be blue. I know. Strange, right?
Ok, so, some years later, I was looking at a BBC newscast while trapped in an airport layover. The pretty lady on the screen was prattling on about the British Parliament and various British ministries like the Ministry of Silly Walks.
The Brits also have ministries for other forms of regulation like Labour, Transport, Business/Enterprise/Regulatory Reform, Energy/Climate Change, Children/Young People/Families, Culture/Media/Sport, Innovation/Universities/Skills (formerly Innovation/Science?) and more. The thing about British ministries is that they (ministers and secretaries, I guess, or lords or whips?) rearrange the names and functions of the ministries about every six to eight months. Every six months? It's a wonder they get anything else done.
[Interjection: How the hell do the British determine which division of departments go with which other division of departments? I think there is probably much debate over this, because of the astonishing number of times that they become rearranged under the official "reshuffle" measure. Energy and Climate Change? Culture and Media and Sport?]
In the US, we don't have ministries in government. It's not allowed, because of a Constitutional law that says something about separation of church and state, even though it never says anything about separation of church and state. So instead, they named them Cabinets to throw everybody off.
Cabinets are little more than departments for the administration of menial tasks. How do I know this? Because like every ministry, cabinets have secretaries in charge of everything deemed not important enough to bother involving the President. I guess everything except those which are carried out by czars. They have menial tasks responsibilities, too. Of course, then it makes perfect sense that if there is a Secretary of the Interiors and a Secretary of Environmental Protection and Secretary of Education and also that they are considered Directors of Menial Tasks, then a czar like the Properly Inflated Tire Czar and and czar like the Association for Community Organization Reform Now Czar (other duties include the President of the United States) are comparable to Assistants to the Director of Menial Tasks. Mere minions, right?
I guess there is a need for all the ministries. After all, somebody has to be around to tell other people to "dye those coffee beans blue", "34.5 psi" and "go to the cemetery and write down some names."
My point to all this fiddling about is that our US cabinet members are secretaries who have been given full charge of all things menial. I mean, would you put any of these people in full command of anything above the office of Director of Sheep Tending or the Office of the Secretary for the Prevention of Fly Tipping?
President Obama's Cabinet 2009 (source: White House dot gov)
In case you didn't notice that I mentioned Fly Tipping, well, I did mention it. In my searches for what ever looks interesting, I found this story (and I'm not making this up): Lib Dems Want Tougher Laws To Tackle Fly Tipping. Now, I grew up in Texas and I know all about the evils of Cow Tipping, even though my crack sources tell me that cow tipping is apparently a bigger problem in Tennessee.
I had no idea about Fly Tipping. I guess this is a huge problem in the UK, because the fuss has caused many UK Democrats like Group Leader Cllr John Macklin to say thing like:
“I’ll be speaking to the Labour members who are responsible for fly tipping and enforcement ...to see how all of these portfolio areas can better tackle the problem."
He went on to say and rightfully so...
“Our street cleaning is provided on a much smaller budget than some neighbouring London boroughs so we can’t afford to waste money collecting fly tipping. The Council’s current rates for catching flytippers are not nearly enough..."
They even made some schnazzy signs.
The Waltham Forest Liberal Democrats have more on the problem with Fly Tipping.
We cannot be out done by the Brits in this pandemic criminal activity. Something needs to be done. I hereby nominate Little Eric Holder to the Office for the Prevention of Cow Tipping and with it come the full obligatory powers including duties for associated criminal activities like Goat Fainting.
And, because it is raining, I nominate her as Secretary of What Ever She Wants...
Sorry, I strayed a little off topic. I guess what I am really trying to say with this post is that it's Sunday morning, it's raining and, of course, I'm out of coffee.
Dangit!
20100417
Beyond the Age of Innocence
I wrote this on September 28, 2003. I decided to post this now because of a commentary discussion on innocence over at McGoo's place.
Our planet is defiled. I'm not talking about the evils of Chloro-fluoro carbon kidnapping oxygen atoms from its two siblings from within random sunbathing ozone families. Nor is this about the broadcasting of Polychlorinated Biphenyl heavy metal to the fishes, the paving of public pathways with cigarette butts nor the negligent infestation of politicians into our society. No, this is about me polluting the environment with me.
The polarization of our public, the greed of any of the dozens of warmongering administrations around the world manufacturing war on the planet, the individual wars perpetrated by any of the selected criminals against society and the intolerance of one against another for simple reasons of idealism, has cause me to disengaged. I don't really remember becoming disconnected. It just sort of happened. I don't know exactly how it happened, but it did. Furthermore, I don't know how to fix myself. I know too much to merely be plugged back into the socket of freedom and the pursuit of happiness. Life should be simpler.
I remember as a kid, the innocence of playing in dirt and being punished when I collected it on my shoes and brought it into the house. Even the stowing of bugs in mason jars, cruel as it may be, knowing that the insects will be dead in a few hours (regardless of the holes punched in the lid and of being fed the universal insect food of lettuce), had some measure of innocence. It's what boys do. That sort of thing is beautiful compared to the soil samples collected in adulthood.
In my adult collection jars are samples of fear, disgust, apathy, guilt, apprehension, procrastination, mistrust and confusion. There are more jars filled with the vile substances of adulthood. I can't simply stow them away like unpopular art held in the back rooms of the Smithsonian's version of Area 51. It doesn't exist.
There are other jars, too. Some jars are delicately filled with the loves of living, the desires of ambition, the charities of compassion and so on. I only wish that I hadn't stored them in adult proof containers, which are very difficult to open once sealed away.
Is it really possible to know too much?
Whomever said to "make love, not war" could not have known anything about real love. Rather, the ideal of love. The true fascination of simply stating the words, "I love you," is hollow, I believe. In some respects making love and making war are synonymous. Both are equal in their pain. Maybe, its the love in war that causes the pain and love is the true culprit. The love of money, policy, ideals, religion, etc. are the root causes and the love of the victims of war, the pain.
Is it the cold steel wedges of dissension that is propagated by our governments, which cause the great divisions within our societies? Are ideals of environmentalism, abortion, religion worth all the needless bickering? Is the want of having something as perfect as that which the neighbor next door possesses, worth all the lying, cheating, stealing and subsequent killing? Must we always have an opponent to show ourselves better than the next guy? Surely, we are not so competitive that we choose opponents for the sheer benefit of advancing our own acceptance. Surely not.
Why did I have to pay such close attention to the sinister evils of existence? I watched them like the train wrecks that they are and learned to place the spoiled leftovers in neat little unbreakable packages with neat little indelible labels and stacked them in neat little incarcerated rows somewhere in my minds own Area 51. I only wish that I had cataloged the jars with some version of the Dewey Decimal System before I began stacking them. The only jars I wish to open are the unlabeled ones. The ones stored during my years of innocence, before I knew that properly adhered labels of categorical recall had importance.
Wouldn't it be easy to go to the closet named Age of Innocence, select the "Muddy Feet" jar, open it, then track the contents all over the house with the only consequences being the responsibility of having to clean it up and then being sent to your room.
Yes, it would be, except that I can't seem to find that jar and that I know too much. I know too much and lack the restraint to keep it to myself. The government should have some agency like the EPA to come clean up after me. Now that I think of it, they do have such an agency. They call it the Department of Corrections (or rather, the Department of Collections). Hopefully, the DOC doesn't have a neat little unbreakable jar, which is neatly and indelibly labeled "Grackle," ready to be filled with my spoiled leftovers ready to be neatly incarcerated in some Area 51 closet named Age of Adult Awareness.
Maybe the best I can hope for is that my jar has enough holes punched in its lid and that I have plenty of lettuce to eat.
"One of the indictments of civilizations is that happiness and intelligence are so rarely found in the same person." - William Feather (1908-1976)
Our planet is defiled. I'm not talking about the evils of Chloro-fluoro carbon kidnapping oxygen atoms from its two siblings from within random sunbathing ozone families. Nor is this about the broadcasting of Polychlorinated Biphenyl heavy metal to the fishes, the paving of public pathways with cigarette butts nor the negligent infestation of politicians into our society. No, this is about me polluting the environment with me.
The polarization of our public, the greed of any of the dozens of warmongering administrations around the world manufacturing war on the planet, the individual wars perpetrated by any of the selected criminals against society and the intolerance of one against another for simple reasons of idealism, has cause me to disengaged. I don't really remember becoming disconnected. It just sort of happened. I don't know exactly how it happened, but it did. Furthermore, I don't know how to fix myself. I know too much to merely be plugged back into the socket of freedom and the pursuit of happiness. Life should be simpler.
I remember as a kid, the innocence of playing in dirt and being punished when I collected it on my shoes and brought it into the house. Even the stowing of bugs in mason jars, cruel as it may be, knowing that the insects will be dead in a few hours (regardless of the holes punched in the lid and of being fed the universal insect food of lettuce), had some measure of innocence. It's what boys do. That sort of thing is beautiful compared to the soil samples collected in adulthood.
In my adult collection jars are samples of fear, disgust, apathy, guilt, apprehension, procrastination, mistrust and confusion. There are more jars filled with the vile substances of adulthood. I can't simply stow them away like unpopular art held in the back rooms of the Smithsonian's version of Area 51. It doesn't exist.
There are other jars, too. Some jars are delicately filled with the loves of living, the desires of ambition, the charities of compassion and so on. I only wish that I hadn't stored them in adult proof containers, which are very difficult to open once sealed away.
Is it really possible to know too much?
Whomever said to "make love, not war" could not have known anything about real love. Rather, the ideal of love. The true fascination of simply stating the words, "I love you," is hollow, I believe. In some respects making love and making war are synonymous. Both are equal in their pain. Maybe, its the love in war that causes the pain and love is the true culprit. The love of money, policy, ideals, religion, etc. are the root causes and the love of the victims of war, the pain.
Is it the cold steel wedges of dissension that is propagated by our governments, which cause the great divisions within our societies? Are ideals of environmentalism, abortion, religion worth all the needless bickering? Is the want of having something as perfect as that which the neighbor next door possesses, worth all the lying, cheating, stealing and subsequent killing? Must we always have an opponent to show ourselves better than the next guy? Surely, we are not so competitive that we choose opponents for the sheer benefit of advancing our own acceptance. Surely not.
Why did I have to pay such close attention to the sinister evils of existence? I watched them like the train wrecks that they are and learned to place the spoiled leftovers in neat little unbreakable packages with neat little indelible labels and stacked them in neat little incarcerated rows somewhere in my minds own Area 51. I only wish that I had cataloged the jars with some version of the Dewey Decimal System before I began stacking them. The only jars I wish to open are the unlabeled ones. The ones stored during my years of innocence, before I knew that properly adhered labels of categorical recall had importance.
Wouldn't it be easy to go to the closet named Age of Innocence, select the "Muddy Feet" jar, open it, then track the contents all over the house with the only consequences being the responsibility of having to clean it up and then being sent to your room.
Yes, it would be, except that I can't seem to find that jar and that I know too much. I know too much and lack the restraint to keep it to myself. The government should have some agency like the EPA to come clean up after me. Now that I think of it, they do have such an agency. They call it the Department of Corrections (or rather, the Department of Collections). Hopefully, the DOC doesn't have a neat little unbreakable jar, which is neatly and indelibly labeled "Grackle," ready to be filled with my spoiled leftovers ready to be neatly incarcerated in some Area 51 closet named Age of Adult Awareness.
Maybe the best I can hope for is that my jar has enough holes punched in its lid and that I have plenty of lettuce to eat.
"One of the indictments of civilizations is that happiness and intelligence are so rarely found in the same person." - William Feather (1908-1976)
20100404
Minions...An Expose' in Lexiconery
I have always believed a minion to be one of those wicked underworld creatures in the servitude of Satan - like this one...
Apparently the Merriam-Webster definition is a little broader than I expected. So says Webster, "a servile dependent, follower, or underling," also, "a subordinate or petty official." I presume like these...
Maybe for the first time in history I find that this established reference guide is flawed for not accurately depicting MY OWN PERSONAL understanding of the word. I suspect foul play. Of course, the Webster definition does not refer to whom the minion(s) is/are in servitude, therefore it is entirely possible that it is simply incomplete and not entirely incorrect.
Off to the laboratory. This must be further investigated.
So, I ran a little test to determine the validity of our traditionally most trusted source of lexicon. Various liturgy were applied to the Webster database search tool.
Query Submissions:
Asshattery - Query inconclusive. Returned results included the substitute words: ashtray, sea otter, psaltery, easterly and austerity.
Moonbattery - Query inconclusive. Returned results include the substitute words: moonbeam, moonset, Molenbeek, minibar, mooning and moneybags.
Snarkery - Query inconclusive. Returned results included the substitute words: snorkel, snare drum, snorter, synergy, smartweed and others too mundane to mention.
Libtardery - Query inconclusive. Returned results included the substitute words: leotard, laterad, laggard, lit crit, liturgy, liberal, literati, liturgy, Richard and others too mundane to mention.
Conclusion:
Only one of the queries produced near conclusive results, albeit sans definition-izing, avec synonym-izing - that, of course, being "Libtardery."
From an empirical point of view, libtardery is the act of the radical literading literati dicks in leotards espousing liberal lit crit liturgy in support of the laggardly. (I made this up.)
Libtardery.
Regardless, I am officially rendering Merriam-Webster as an invalid source of reference due to its obvious and perhaps intentional omission of proper lexiconery. However, I would be remiss to ignore the rather surprising (and shocking) unrelated results.
Psaltery is akin to a zither.
Smartweed is any of a variety of polygonums with a strong acid juice.
Mooning is to spend time in reverie; to behave abstractedly; to expose one's naked buttocks toward unsuspecting bystanders.
Laggard is akin to dilatory.
Richard is in reference to Richard Maddow of MSLSD fame.
While snarkery is definitely afoot, the other foot suspects that my ill-begotten minion beliefs could very well be attributed to an unsavory memory embed from my childhood referencing any of Satan's actual minions like this one...
Now, I must go and repent for posting such vile and insipid of empirical snarkery during the most holy of days (Snarking on the sacred Sabbath is a sin, right?).
Apparently the Merriam-Webster definition is a little broader than I expected. So says Webster, "a servile dependent, follower, or underling," also, "a subordinate or petty official." I presume like these...
Maybe for the first time in history I find that this established reference guide is flawed for not accurately depicting MY OWN PERSONAL understanding of the word. I suspect foul play. Of course, the Webster definition does not refer to whom the minion(s) is/are in servitude, therefore it is entirely possible that it is simply incomplete and not entirely incorrect.
Off to the laboratory. This must be further investigated.
So, I ran a little test to determine the validity of our traditionally most trusted source of lexicon. Various liturgy were applied to the Webster database search tool.
Query Submissions:
Asshattery - Query inconclusive. Returned results included the substitute words: ashtray, sea otter, psaltery, easterly and austerity.
Moonbattery - Query inconclusive. Returned results include the substitute words: moonbeam, moonset, Molenbeek, minibar, mooning and moneybags.
Snarkery - Query inconclusive. Returned results included the substitute words: snorkel, snare drum, snorter, synergy, smartweed and others too mundane to mention.
Libtardery - Query inconclusive. Returned results included the substitute words: leotard, laterad, laggard, lit crit, liturgy, liberal, literati, liturgy, Richard and others too mundane to mention.
Conclusion:
Only one of the queries produced near conclusive results, albeit sans definition-izing, avec synonym-izing - that, of course, being "Libtardery."
From an empirical point of view, libtardery is the act of the radical literading literati dicks in leotards espousing liberal lit crit liturgy in support of the laggardly. (I made this up.)
Libtardery.
Regardless, I am officially rendering Merriam-Webster as an invalid source of reference due to its obvious and perhaps intentional omission of proper lexiconery. However, I would be remiss to ignore the rather surprising (and shocking) unrelated results.
Psaltery is akin to a zither.
Smartweed is any of a variety of polygonums with a strong acid juice.
Mooning is to spend time in reverie; to behave abstractedly; to expose one's naked buttocks toward unsuspecting bystanders.
Laggard is akin to dilatory.
Richard is in reference to Richard Maddow of MSLSD fame.
While snarkery is definitely afoot, the other foot suspects that my ill-begotten minion beliefs could very well be attributed to an unsavory memory embed from my childhood referencing any of Satan's actual minions like this one...
Now, I must go and repent for posting such vile and insipid of empirical snarkery during the most holy of days (Snarking on the sacred Sabbath is a sin, right?).
20100403
Bad Seeds, Another Bad Seed, A Bad Kitty, Another Bad Kitty and An Ill Conceived Scientific Void (sans humor).
Before I get too wrapped up in the on going death match between me and this fuggin' blog software, I want to put this up, because I deem it important enough to do so. The recent incidents in Searchlight, NV have been very well articulated over at The Liberal Heretic. Very nice bit of investigative reportage.
Edit: I was going to post a photo of the union assholes in Searchlight, but I decided one dickhead (Pelosi) picture per post is more than plenty.
That said, on with the blog-faced insults that I have been hurling at the fuggin' Blogger tools set so that I can say this:
I'm pretty sure that while Pelosi is a dream candidate for an Alfred Hitchcock film and I'm equally pretty sure that she's an absolute nightmare for America - hell, the whole fuggin' planet for that matter. I would first picture her as Norman's dead mother in Psycho, but after that?
Rhoda in The Bad Seed.
Novice-like photo-chopped by the Grackle himself.
Hailing from Texas (one of the Union's more conservative states), I have to say that this chick knows where she stands politically. My bet is she is aiming her ample guns straight at that bitch just above, or maybe just at Washington in general. Either way, I'm nominating her for Governor.
Below is the Bag-of-Trix, when she was an innocent. She lives in my house and tolerates my wicked games unlike the missus that also lives in my house and is much less tolerant of said wickedness. More on that later, I guess.
Crikey. I'm out of blog time and there is nothing funny or scientifically substantial in this post. The training wheels are still on the ocean-going tricycle. Damn it all to Dark Matter!
Side Notation #1:
I'm getting really pissed over this 36 hour argument that I've been having with the minion living inside this blogging equipment. There should be an operating manual written in four or five different languages, so that I could at least have a bona-fide bitch session (profanity included) with that bit of inked up pressed pulp followed by a bona-fidied bonfire and then get on with cursing at the inner digital workings of blogging code.
Side Notation #2:
I forgot the redhead picture, so whip me, beat me and make me write fat checks...never mind that, the IRS representatives currently have one of my arms twisted up behind my back and Mr. Anderson is preparing to bludgeon my ball-sack with his government enabled foot. Assholes.
Edit: I was going to post a photo of the union assholes in Searchlight, but I decided one dickhead (Pelosi) picture per post is more than plenty.
That said, on with the blog-faced insults that I have been hurling at the fuggin' Blogger tools set so that I can say this:
I'm pretty sure that while Pelosi is a dream candidate for an Alfred Hitchcock film and I'm equally pretty sure that she's an absolute nightmare for America - hell, the whole fuggin' planet for that matter. I would first picture her as Norman's dead mother in Psycho, but after that?
Rhoda in The Bad Seed.
Novice-like photo-chopped by the Grackle himself.
Hailing from Texas (one of the Union's more conservative states), I have to say that this chick knows where she stands politically. My bet is she is aiming her ample guns straight at that bitch just above, or maybe just at Washington in general. Either way, I'm nominating her for Governor.
Below is the Bag-of-Trix, when she was an innocent. She lives in my house and tolerates my wicked games unlike the missus that also lives in my house and is much less tolerant of said wickedness. More on that later, I guess.
Crikey. I'm out of blog time and there is nothing funny or scientifically substantial in this post. The training wheels are still on the ocean-going tricycle. Damn it all to Dark Matter!
Side Notation #1:
I'm getting really pissed over this 36 hour argument that I've been having with the minion living inside this blogging equipment. There should be an operating manual written in four or five different languages, so that I could at least have a bona-fide bitch session (profanity included) with that bit of inked up pressed pulp followed by a bona-fidied bonfire and then get on with cursing at the inner digital workings of blogging code.
Side Notation #2:
I forgot the redhead picture, so whip me, beat me and make me write fat checks...never mind that, the IRS representatives currently have one of my arms twisted up behind my back and Mr. Anderson is preparing to bludgeon my ball-sack with his government enabled foot. Assholes.
20100402
A Red Sun, Some Bull Sh!t and Blue Balls, Because There Happens to be a Redhead in Our Midst.
I should sub-title this post A Remedial Course in Global Temperature Theory (because that's what it is), but I won't, because if any of those Greeners stop in, they'll need this information in order to maintain inner conflict. Too much good data, too fast, could pop corn between their Henry Waxman filled ears.
I really dig it when overlays taken from multiple spectrum data collectors find themselves super imposed in one image. Here is some nifty imagery showing our Sun and it's nasty little tendencies to be outwardly agitated due to the magnetic conveyor that pulses radiation inside its gaseous exterior...and then outwardly in order to spray our beloved Mother Earth in a shower of wickedness.
Glory be to He who created our tiny blue ball of goodness for it's own mace-like polar spray of magnetism, which, as everyone knows (including the incredibly talented Aurora Borealis workers), shields us from the evil solar wind driven bath.
Image lifted from space.com because it was there and I was here.
Magnetic conveyor? You dang skippy, magnetic conveyor. Unlike all the fuss over AGW, which has no real data to substantiate the mythical religion although they claim such. At least SOHO says openly that they can't say for certain what in the Dark Matter is going on.
According to the Solar and Heliospheric Observatory:
Now, I find it beyond coincidence that the AGW alarmist claim that this same period of time has nothing to do with solar activity, but rather CO2 levels. Being the irate skeptic that I am, I have to ask, "How can you ignore REAL science?" At some point they will have to pull their fish brained heads out of their rectum and realize that, for the most part, all collected global temperature data over the last 20-30 (or more) years is basically invalid for various reasons.
HERESY!!!
Yes, I said it, and by golly, I meant it. In addition, Skippy says that not only is the data faulty, but its also been tampered with to the degree of fraud. Why, just now, within the last year or so are we getting to the point where we can even state with any certainty that we are on the right rabbit trail to establishing a data base for temperature data.
I expect that, if Mother Earth allows, then within the next 50 years, we will have a decent method for tracking such important details. That is of course unless the leftist (alleged) scientists continue to play doctor with the friggin' riggin'.
Don't blame the bovine for the following series of photos. Blame that other dude. The bovine should be commended for being traffic-rated.
It's a stinkin' Pointiac for cryin' out loud.
In other wayward directives, Skippy reminded me of this. It's dear, sweet pre-conception Kari (and perhaps pre-boob job Kari?). [ed. Finally, a redhead. ~ Agreed!)
I was told that this was clip-lifted from an early Mythbusters episode dealing with sharks or something or other. I don't know nothin' about that, but I can tell she's operating a lift mechanism...and not the one in her fist, either.
My other GW source theory involves the phenomenon of "in flagrante delicto" combined with magnified lenses, ant poison and mashed potatoes.
I really dig it when overlays taken from multiple spectrum data collectors find themselves super imposed in one image. Here is some nifty imagery showing our Sun and it's nasty little tendencies to be outwardly agitated due to the magnetic conveyor that pulses radiation inside its gaseous exterior...and then outwardly in order to spray our beloved Mother Earth in a shower of wickedness.
Glory be to He who created our tiny blue ball of goodness for it's own mace-like polar spray of magnetism, which, as everyone knows (including the incredibly talented Aurora Borealis workers), shields us from the evil solar wind driven bath.
Image lifted from space.com because it was there and I was here.
Magnetic conveyor? You dang skippy, magnetic conveyor. Unlike all the fuss over AGW, which has no real data to substantiate the mythical religion although they claim such. At least SOHO says openly that they can't say for certain what in the Dark Matter is going on.
According to the Solar and Heliospheric Observatory:
"One of the outstanding questions facing solar physicists is the origin of the solar magnetic cycle: What drives the 11-year sunspot cycle? We have just passed an extended and deep minimum, unlike any in the past 100 years. The late onset of the new solar cycle (#24) and the unusually deep minimum between cycles 23 and 24 took all experts by surprise, which suggests that there is a fundamental lack in our understanding of the origin of the solar activity cycle."
There is more on that, here.
Now, I find it beyond coincidence that the AGW alarmist claim that this same period of time has nothing to do with solar activity, but rather CO2 levels. Being the irate skeptic that I am, I have to ask, "How can you ignore REAL science?" At some point they will have to pull their fish brained heads out of their rectum and realize that, for the most part, all collected global temperature data over the last 20-30 (or more) years is basically invalid for various reasons.
HERESY!!!
Yes, I said it, and by golly, I meant it. In addition, Skippy says that not only is the data faulty, but its also been tampered with to the degree of fraud. Why, just now, within the last year or so are we getting to the point where we can even state with any certainty that we are on the right rabbit trail to establishing a data base for temperature data.
I expect that, if Mother Earth allows, then within the next 50 years, we will have a decent method for tracking such important details. That is of course unless the leftist (alleged) scientists continue to play doctor with the friggin' riggin'.
Don't blame the bovine for the following series of photos. Blame that other dude. The bovine should be commended for being traffic-rated.
It's a stinkin' Pointiac for cryin' out loud.
In other wayward directives, Skippy reminded me of this. It's dear, sweet pre-conception Kari (and perhaps pre-boob job Kari?). [ed. Finally, a redhead. ~ Agreed!)
I was told that this was clip-lifted from an early Mythbusters episode dealing with sharks or something or other. I don't know nothin' about that, but I can tell she's operating a lift mechanism...and not the one in her fist, either.
My other GW source theory involves the phenomenon of "in flagrante delicto" combined with magnified lenses, ant poison and mashed potatoes.
I Was Gonna Name It Death of an Angstrom, But I Didn't
Ok, so since there is this passing fad of blogosophy, and not being one to retreat from such trendy fashions, I did some rather lengthy calculations and found that I am minimally capable of such nonsense.
Calculation results: Five or twenty-three.
Interpetation (and this is important): In accordance with (approval pending) McGoo's First Law of Blogosophy, with much recourse by negotiable instruments, and stated snarkery, the founder of this blog, based solely upon science and whimsy, thereby interpolates the following in order to generate ionically positive electrons (and molecular movement in solids) and because he decided that this is imperative:
No, she's not a redhead, but she will be in twenty-three years (refer to above calculations) when her blond tresses become less colorful. It's all in the name of vanity based chemistry.
And finally the German Anthropogenic Global Warming Asshat Retro-Science Manufacturing (GAGWARM) Snow Mobile.
Furthermore, if I knew what in the Dark Matter I was doing, I would do it like I knew what in the Dark Matter I was doing.
Calculation results: Five or twenty-three.
Interpetation (and this is important): In accordance with (approval pending) McGoo's First Law of Blogosophy, with much recourse by negotiable instruments, and stated snarkery, the founder of this blog, based solely upon science and whimsy, thereby interpolates the following in order to generate ionically positive electrons (and molecular movement in solids) and because he decided that this is imperative:
No, she's not a redhead, but she will be in twenty-three years (refer to above calculations) when her blond tresses become less colorful. It's all in the name of vanity based chemistry.
And finally the German Anthropogenic Global Warming Asshat Retro-Science Manufacturing (GAGWARM) Snow Mobile.
Furthermore, if I knew what in the Dark Matter I was doing, I would do it like I knew what in the Dark Matter I was doing.
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