"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."
I wouldn’t know, since I have to leave home to be abused by women (my Wonder Woman is far, far too nice to me), but I would imagine this might make the top ten:
“Good morning, sunshine! If you think you need your ‘package’ don’t worry. It’s in a jar of formaldehyde on my dresser… “
*ouch*
So, what do you think the worst might be?
So, it’s not a picture of “Dogs Playing Poker”. While it’s just one short of a dozen, they have to be content with gathering for nap time, since they couldn’t decide who got left out at the poker table.
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(Stolen from FB)
Dumbass illiterate parents do as much as or more than our schools to destroy young minds. Here’s a “burp cloth” embroidered by someone with the obvious aim of corrupting a baby’s brain with early exposure to illiterate dumbassery:
Oh, and notice the typo on the Etsy sale page exacerbating the dumbassery. *sigh* It’s too late to pound the maker’s head on a desk until unconsciousness and brain damage results in an increase in intelligence.
Just ran across a new (to me) word for Apple’s tablet: fondleslab. As in,
“I spent all night on the couch with my fondleslab.”
Pretty well sums it up, IMO.
So? And in what corner of the universe is this news?
Gallup: Tea Parties most racially balanced
Again with the “Dog Bites Man” non-news. Anyone who didn’t already know this has simply been drinking the Mass MEdia Podpeople Hivemind Koolaid.
But something of a PITA to do…
The light over the kitchen sink: we’ve been meaning to “get around to it” for, well, since forever (OK, only sixteen years now *heh*). It was a piece of contractor’s junk fixture complete with a pull chain. *yech* Worst single example of electrical junk wiring in the house.
Plain old inertia just kept me out of it. Well, that and KNOWING it was going to be wired stupidly, and with the wiring concealed behind a 1’x1′ chase at the top of the kitchen (IOW, just completely wasted space), it wasn’t going to be a fun reno. Oh, and where was I going to put the switch and how did I want to wire it and… yeh, I let laziness get in the way, too.
But a couple of weeks ago, we found a fixture at Lowe’s that my Wonder Woman seemed to like:
Obumascare Waivers are now “old news” (which the Mass MEdia Podpeople Hivemind has largely ignored, and so guaranteed that thinking people everywhere arekeeping them in mind… and marking their score cards accordingly). The new thing? Waivers for NCLB (“No Child Left Behind” known disaffectionately by anyone with more than two active brain cells as “No Child Gets Ahead”). A commenter at Jerry Pournelle’s Chaos Manor blog offered this comment, in part:
One can hope that this will allow some worse-off schools to adopt plans more suited to the students they have. One suspects it’ll far more often let the local bureaucrats return to not caring whether they’re compounding the problem with bad teaching, as long as they perform the proper rituals for Washington.
Which of course spurred me to wonder just what rituals would satisfy some “feddle gummint bureaucrap” as to qualifications for a waiver. This sort of thing, perhaps?
Got an email with this subject line,
What Size Is Your Prostate? See The Photo.
?!? WHERE did they get the photo, and HOW?!?
Or, perhaps, Mass MEdia Podpeople Hivemind hype… though from what I’ve seen of citified wusses, it just might not be. WHat am I talking about? This.
Bat Terrorizes Passengers on Airplane
A bat got loose on an Atlanta-bound flight, forcing horrified passengers to duck for cover…
*feh* Now, I’ve not seen many bats, apart from some swooping around vacuuming up pests in the early evening or bat flghts from or into caves, but a bat loose on a plane “Terroriz[ing] Passengers”?
I can recall sitting in church with my wife and her folks in a southern Minnesota city 30-something years ago when a bat made its appearance, causing a (very) minor distraction from the worship service (folks near it–particularly children–seemed amused or entertained by its appearance). A middle-aged lady a couple of rows in front of us removed her Sunday hat and simply scooped it, trapping it very neatly. She then simply walked to the back of the sanctuary and I heard the doors open and close a couple of times. She came back and sat down.
I assumed she’d cleaned her hat, since she was once again wearing it.
Big. Deal.
Now, if it had been a wolf… “Good puppy!”
*heh*
Rabbit trail: Oh, yeh. Met a wolf last summer–or so I was told. I thought it was just a very big, rangy Huskie or some such, and enjoyed petting and playing with it a bit while I was trying to make contact with the folks who lived on the property. Talked to a neighbor shortly thereafter and he asked me how I’d gotten by the wolf to get to his neighbor’s door. Apparently it has a ferocious reputation in the neighborhood and is the focus of lots of complaints, according to the guy I talked to. Could have been exaggeration, though. Still, I talked to the owner later at his place of employment (a local cop shop), and the wolf part (and difficulty most folks have getting to his front door) part were confirmed by him. He was kinda miffed at my reports of how friendly his “dog” was. *heh*
It’s endemic in the Mass MEdia Podpeople Hivemind. Just one more example:
A promo excerpt for a “hot” summer show (which I am very, very eager to… miss), included this stupidity,
“You may be infected with radiation poisoning… “
Further comment is unnecessary.