Why will I not read two books, one of which had a blurb that mentioned a child “in the backseat,” and the other of which was titled “Appaloosa Summer” but featured a picture of a horse on the cover that was PLAINLY NOT an Appaloosa? I think you may have a clue. *smh* “Backseat” is properly an ADJECTIVE, though more and more illiterates are forcing its use as a noun (instead of using “back seat” as they ought to), and someone writing a book with the title featuring Appaloosas surely ought to have at least used an Appaloosa on the cover instead of some vague breed with a bay coloration.
Re: Jean Fraud Kerry
“Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.”
Just sayin’.
Update:
Let me clarify my position.
AFTER A FAIR TRIAL, I believe that, for the good of the republic and pour encouraqger les autres as it were,the proper course is noted in the above statute, 18 U.S. Code § 2381,
“Whoever. . . is guilty of treason and shall suffer death. . .”
That is, of course, as I said, after a fair trial.
It’s the Little Things #5,392
Of no real significance, I offer a wee quirk, FWIW:
Some things I do in sixes (or fractions/multiples of six), some in eights (or fractions/multiples), some in nines (etc.). Some things “require” I do them in sevens, and a very few in thirteens (no multiples, just thirteen, period). There are also certain “calming” patterns I trace–with a pen/pencil on paper, on my right or left thumbnails, or simply between my ears. These always involve nines and are drawn in one continuous line, with no trace-overs. (Patterns derived from these can be found, at times, in my private “Non Compos Mentis Coloring Book”–a collection of doodles made during boring lectures in grad school.)
These, along with visualizing numbers as having places in 3D space and colors associated with different number “families,” are just things I have done since childhood, for the most part.
Recommended Read
Public policy “experts” have been so frequently and consistently wrong over the past 56-60 years that one has to wonder if the disastrous results of their policy decisions are entirely unintended. . . or are perhaps even entirely intentional.
“Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action.” How many public policy decisions leading to creation of even worse problems do we have to swallow before we admit that their intent* is to cause harm (while, of course, lining their own pockets)?
“Liberalism is a philosophy of consolation for Western civilization as it commits suicide.” ~ James Burnham
Burnham wrote that back in 1964, IIRC. . . and I do. See: Suicide of the West, James Burnham
Some folks are finally awaking to that reality:
Bug *DUH* quote from a soi disant “liberal” who has FINALLY recognized the clue bat beating him about the head and shoulders
“We can’t just keep funding people who are playing in make-believe-land, cranking out information to inform public policy that’s completely divorced from reality. It’s a recipe for cultural suicide,” says Peter Boghossian, assistant professor of philosophy at Portland State University. . . “
Oh, “we” can indeed keep funding them, but it is cultural, societal, and national suicide to do so. That probably isn’t enough to stop funding the toxic waste production, though. And when we reap TEOTWAWKI, as woke dumbasses seem to desire, the woke dumbasses will just have to suffer the results of their stupidity (and our lack of will) along with the rest of us, because we have allowed far more mob rule (democracy) than the Founders in their wisdom specified, and
“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.” — third world county™’s corollary to Santayana’s Axiom
Little Joys
It’s been a little over two years since lil rescue kitty became “Pixel,” and the scarring from a rather horrible wound from the right side of her mouth up to her right ear is almost indiscernible, now, and she has recently started allowing–even “requesting” (demanding, more like *heh*) petting along that side of her face as well.
Her “cooing” is still as much fun to hear, and she sometimes now does so proactively, to lure in some more “pets”–walks up “cooing” and “assumes the position.” 😉
