Hmmm. . . ISO 1950s vintage IH pickup with Ford F-Series W6695 paint job to re-badge as a Tonka Truck. . . *heh* ??
Ooooo! Wait! Maybe Line-X has a Tonka Yellow-compatible color!
So, I Saw a T-Shirt. . .
. . .that I can’t quite get behind, IYKWIMAITTYD.
Nah. That’s WAY too friendly, and besides, feds aren’t my type. You know, human. I’m not into bestiality, ya know. (Ya can’t blame me for dehumanizing the feds, because they have done it to themselves.)
Something Good that CwaZy (pervy, racist) UnKa JoE, ZOMBIE POOPY-PANTS President in Name Only Could Easily Do
I am always looking for the good in folks. (I only seem to find that easily in most Third World County™ folks and a few friends and some family recently, but I still look.) In my diligent search, I found something good CwaZy (pervy, racist) UnKa JoE, ZOMBIE POOPY-PANTS President in Name Only could do to Make a Difference — in a positive way for a change! Yeh, I know. It seems impossible, but I’m good at searching out the impossible.
Ya see, his example may be a way of encouraging renewable energy. If the Oval Orifice could get behind *heh* harvesting the biomatter from his Depends® and shove it though a White House biogas digester it could serve as an example for others.
See? Positive. It’s a Good Thing.
A Sad State of Affairs
I have quite literally had more civil and well-reasoned conversations with atheists and (genuine, practicing) pagans about the Bible than I have had rational discussions about the passing scene with any Dhimmicrap. Of course, Repugnican’ts can be (almost) as bad, but at least I have never had a rabid Trumpist scream at me when I stated that I don’t like the guy, personally.
Playing Cops-n-Citizens
SO, two converging trends: tattoos and LEOs (Yes, I have seen a growing percentage of LEOs with tattoos; N.B. my data set is limited and may be idiosyncratic). Multiple studies have linked visible tattoos and low impulse control (causative factors are still being explored, so there are only correlations noted so far).
I do not like these two trends being associated with each other. Maye it’s just me.
Waste of Time
Memory spurred by random crap on the Interwebs: When Doc Yarborough told me he wanted me to apply for a MENSA membership (after some p-sych tests taken as part of a senior p-sych course), I knew it was not for me. I mean, why join yet another group I’d have to explain everything to?
Nah. I just gave him my (extracurricular) survey on the GSR research he was interested in and bugged out. (The info I handed him was based on my idiosyncratic results of running the unblinded tests on myself. Decidedly NOT valid for anything but an open comparison of results, and could have been influenced by my knowledge of the research, but still interesting to him. My results were decidedly. . . Odd, of course. *heh*)
Random Memories
“Oh. There’s a test today? Anyone have a pen I can borrow?” *throws some change in a cup and picks up a Blue Book*
And yeh, I didn’t buy the books for the course, either. I was a real snot, sometimes.
[sarc /on] Thank You, Department of Injustice [sarc /off]
Read a quick lil novel that’s a fantasy about justice served on Antifa (and similar) thugs in the wake of the 2020 riots. . . after those thugs were released and given pats on the head for looting, burning, and outright murder. It’s a little like a weak version of John Ross’s “Unintended Consequences.” Not sure those are healthy fantasies to harbor, though. Such things, once out in the wild, might well progress beyond being fantasy.
Still, it would be nice for justice to be more than a fantasy that seems more and more to be denied a place in reality. We can, at least in part, thank organized government crime like that perpetrated by the Felonious Barony of Iniquity and its parent organization, the Department of Injustice for much of the anarcho-tyranny leading to so much else in government following their examples.
It’s a Real Head-Scratcher
I don’t understand why Peter Jackson did all the CGI stuff to make Andy Serkis into Gollum for LoTR, when James Carville could have played the role w/o even any makeup.
Memory Aids. . . of a Sort
The fun thing about aging is that, while new injuries seem to take longer to heal, at least I probably won’t miss them for long, since old injuries (some 60 or more years old) continually remind me of their continuing (have I stressed “continue” enough yet? 😉 ) presence. Joy! It’s a memory boost! Maybe I will NEVER “forget” an injury! *heh*