"In a democracy (‘rule by mob’), those who refuse to learn from history will be the majority and will dictate that everyone else suffer for their ignorance."
With all the “must miss” new TV shows coming up, it’s heartening to hear them promo’ed with, “Premiering, FebYOUWARY XX” since there is no such month as “Feb-You-Wary”.
Well, either that or the dumbasses doing the promos are too illiterate to be able to simply read, “February.”
“Lord, grant me the serenity to accept stupid people as they are,
The fortitude to maintain self-control,
And the wisdom to know that if I give them what they deserve, I’ll end up in jail.”
Anyone else want that on a T-Shirt?
So, package coming via “Fedex Smartpost” (hereafter known as Fedex Dumbpost) started 89 miles away from its destination (me), and seven hours later it’s 370 miles away from its destination. Now, Fedex has a “hub” that’s just 50 miles from the origination location, less than 40 miles from me. Yep. That makes sense. Instead of the package going to the nearest hub close to both the origination and the destination, it traveled 460 miles.
The really “smart” thing about the delivery routing is that, just like the last package from the same location, it’ll go to the hub that’s less than 40 miles from its destination, sometime early next week, then it’ll be delivered to the post office here, where it will be delayed at least another day in getting to me.
The folks in Bizarro world are all thinking, “Now, why didn’t we come up with that?”
Dec 26 and a little less so today have been devoted to cleaning out my alimentary canal. Son&Heir was inflicted with a stomach/other virus last week, and passed it to my Wonder Woman who… let me in on the fun.
So, massive joint aches, headache, fever, voiding of alimentary canal on both ends and rumbles, pains and other such usual things in between. *meh* It’s been so long since I’ve been really sick that I’d forgotten how to deal with it. *heh*
Better now, though still shaky and still emptying out the distal end of my alimentary canal. (I really didn’t know I had it in me! I guess folks who tell me I’m ‘full of “it”‘ know what they’re talking about. :-))
So, that’s why no continuation of the 12 Days of Xmas yesterday. Here, try of these:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFTKwg2Oxts
Yeh, yeh, so Placido is in all of them. So? 😉
..or more like 3 or 20 times a day, I think, “And I actually married her!”
No, seriously: people who “know” us think she married a guy with a very strange sense of humor and sometimes express amazement that she can “handle” it, but that’s only because her even weirder sense of humor is kinda stealthed and only really comes out in the open in situations where she feels completely secure.
And that’s why I see it a LOT… and think, “Wow! I actually married her! Can’t keep up with her, but at least it keeps me on my toes.”
(The really amazing thing is that she actually married me, but let’s just let that one go for now, mmK? ;-))
…for comedy gold from the doofus congresscritter who worried about Guam “tipping over” and “capsizing”:
Because “abnormal” is sooo much better than “midget”.
I really like Il Volo. The boys have a great sound for such young voices, and they have good arrangers and producers providing them with well-written material that’s also recorded well.
Good stuff. One niggly lil thing though: they all have a strong tendency to take Italian vowel production into all the languages they sing in. Oh, it’s not offensive, but it is pretty glaring at times. Take “Stille Nacht” (below). Beautifully sung, but… the vowels are often not German. Oh, well. Picky, picky, picky. 😉
Dialog from a smartphone ad:
“When you build an aircraft, you want it to go up and stay up.”
Really?!? Anyone “flying” it, and any passengers, would at best starve to death (unless they were able to get in flight provisioning).
On FB I told someone who related a conversation with an Obamanoid she had a good four word response when the Obanaoid’s first paycheck next year reflected the increased grab by the feds, “I told you so.”
One dope responded, “Isn’t ‘I told you so’ three words?”
I swear. Some folks can’t even use the fingers on one hand to count, or…
“I railed against the innumerate who couldn’t even count to four on the fingers of one hand, until I met a man who only had three fingers… “
No, apparently he wasn’t kidding. And I bet he even voted.
*profound sigh*
(Yes, I think these things so you don’t have to.)
This MUST be another Dhimmicrappic GOTV ploy:
