Author: David

” …’tain’t necessarily so… ”

(Where’s a good performance of Porgy and Bess when you need it?)

Alan Woody has a good take on the soi-disant “reality-based” community, as the Loony Left Moonbat Brigade is starting to call itself. Read “‘Reality-Based’ WTF?” and come on back. I’ll wait.

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OK, back now?

It’s ironic to see/hear LLMs refer to being “reality-based” since so much of what they stand, er, lay about (or rant, scream and throw hissy fits) for is decideddly unreal. Reality-based? Like theLLM “pacifist” who was arrested recently for threatening to blow up the White House as an anti-war protest? Now, talk about a walking, talking contradiction. Or how about the female “scientist” at Harvard who says she was made physically ill from hearing Lawrence Summers suggest discussing someof the scientific evidence that fewer women in maths and the sciences might just be based in biological differences? No contradiction in her behavior, now, was there? Or how about the central thesis of Loony Left Moonbattery, that your “reality” can be different to my “reality”—that reality is essentially nothing but a set of opinions?

Now that’s unreal. But then, you can probably recite a longer litany of unreal opinions LLMs cite as “reality” yourself.

*heh*

But all this begs the question What is real?

LLMs make the faith assertion that reality is opinion-based and their opinions are the only “true reality.” OK, it’s easy to make an assertion. I could assert that I am the King of America. Will that exempt me from paying caesar on April 15?

McCain-Feingold grows legs. Big, hairy spider legs

Chris Muir at “Day by Day” does it again. Here he speaks out about the elimination of the First Amendment. It’s a Must See.

It’s not exactly “A Tale of Two Cities”

More like, Daze of Our Lives” *sigh*

Ya know, I sometimes have to “make the rounds” here in town to find out just what I’m “up to” now, It’s soooo good to know that the town gossips have a much better idea of what I do than I do.

Just one of the “advantages” of living in America’s Third World Countyâ„¢.

(No, I’m not going to tell you what the lastest rumor[s] about me is[are]. Put your ear to the ground and it’ll jump right in if you’re anywhere near America’s Third World Countyâ„¢.)

Of course, it’d be an exercise in redundant futility to track down the source(s) of such rumors. They are abviously too senseless to be beaten any more senseless, so there’d be no joy gained.

*heh*

Finding cool things

Checked my stats this a.m. Found a visitor who’d checked out my post “Shooting Aroind a Blind Corner” by googling “shooting around corner.” Just under my post was a listing for this. “Army Technology – CORNER SHOTâ„¢ – ‘Makes Tight Corners an Advantageâ„¢‘” Yep. A frame for a handgun that includes a color camera yielding the ability to… shoot around a corner.

Fun thing about the internet. Can find the coolest things…

My thanks to the visitor from the Netherlands for indirectly steering me to this cool thing.

OK, Stop me if you’ve heard this one…

Passing through the room. Noise on TV. Yeh, it’s the congressional hearing on steroid use in major league baseball. (Aside: this is what Congress has descended to? Hearings on baseball? Trivializing themselves–as if it were possible to make Congress any more of a joke… ) What caught my eye/ear was some guy harranguing baseball players for being bad examples, cos his son died of steroid use.

Come again? The baseball players’ purported steroid use was the cause of his son’s death? Where was dad when the son was using steroids? I’d say a closer cause of his son’s death from steroid use was bad parenting. Misplacing his own guilt now is just a follow-through from misplacing responsibility for raising his own son.

Now, I could be wrong; I stopped listening after a RCOB descended over my eyes… All I heard (and saw captioned below his image as “son died from steroid use”) was this guy blaming someone else for his son’s use of steroids, for his son’s death. What a whiny baby. Dads like this who don’t give a damn about their kids (well, not enough of a “damn” to actually be a dad) while they are alive have no right to point the finger at others for their own failure as a parent.

Of course, if I have it wrong, if this “father” was actively involved and being a proactive parent, and major league baseball players slipped into his home in the dead of night and secretly injected his son with steroids without the “father’s” knowledge, then I’d certainly apologize to him for my remarks.

…besides the (CODE WORDS! *heh*) Thousands Standing Around

then this lil post at Victory Soap just might be the thing to help you Just Say No to flying.

*heh*

Thank you, thank you. Please, no applause.

Well this is a first. Really. No kidding. I checked my stats (aren’t stats addictive? Maybe it’ll wear off) and found several visits resulting from google searches for I hate Intuit—so naturally I had to investigate.

Yep. I’m number 1. What an honor. (Please notice the irony.) My first (known) number one page ranking in google. For my lil post, “I Hate Intuit.”

Still, it’s an appropriate ranking because I do hate Intuit. nasty buggers. See the post if you haven’t already to know why. Apparently, there are a lot of people on the web who’ve remarked similarly… Probably a drop in the bucket. Most who’d like to say so are probably still mired in Intuit’s lousy so-called “tech support” trying to get help with Turbotax bugs.

Underground SA

I’ve been getting a goodly number of hits from Saudi Arabia resulting from folks (guys, I would assume) searching for a phrase in Arabic (found in “No shoot, Sherlock”) that translates “filthy whore.” (I used the term in a fictitious quote of one of the Iraqi “room mates” of the supposedly kidnapped Italian commie “journalist.”)

Hmmmm… A yahoo search for a term that indicates some guys in Saudi are looking for porn (something that’s supposedly a SEVERE no-no in S.A.). Searches for the same Arabic term are also showing up from Egypt, Sudan, Kuwait, the UAE, Israel (?!?), Holland, Sweden and… Illinois. *sigh*

Well, at least they’re not finding what they’re looking for here.

And… the searches from the Arabic countries indicate a possible ripe field for, um, missions. (Not being good little Muslim boys, now are we? Eh? *heh*)

And so it goes…

“Sign zee papers, old man!”**

Glenn Reynolds notes, in his latest Tech Central column, that

“… if you haven’t been convicted of some felony or other, it’s probably because no prosecutor has tried to put you away, not because you haven’t committed one, whether you realized it at the time or not.”

Indeed. We have reached the point where the only thing standing [between] a citizen (like maybe a pushy, perhaps even obnoxious, broad, say, Martha Stewart?) with rights and a convicted felon whose rights have been stripped, modified or severely curtailed is the time, personal taste and/or whim of a prosecutor.

That means that, in essence, what we think of as rights are really only priviledges temporarily granted by a government that can strip us of those rights any time it truly wishes to do so.

And nearly as bad as “felony inflation” as laws seem to grow like vicious and rabid tribbles, is the actions of judges who issue new law (usually, it seems, after reading tea leaves and goat entrails) by fiat, as Thomas Sowell notes in the first of three recent articles dealing with trouble on the bench:

“While people in various countries in the Middle East are beginning to stir as they see democracy start to take root in Iraq, our own political system is moving steadily in the opposite direction, toward rule by unelected judicial ayatollahs, acting like the ayatollahs in Iran.”

Welcome to the Imperium.

**(My thx to Cheech n Chong for the perfect image of the new order: “Sign zee papers old man!”… “But I cannot sign the papers”…much intervening dialog… “Why not?” “Because you have cut off all my fingers!”)

I’ve reached that awkward age…

…where I can no longer read a book, watch TV, listen to the stereo and carry on a conversation simultaneously. And I don’t have anyone to play chess with at the same time, now, either.

Ah, well. I suppose it has something to do with leaving adolescence behind me, now that I’m in my 50s.