2015 archive
Leeching Off the Learned 0
. . . but the football team has a winning record.
Be Very Afraid 0
My latest issue of Playboy contains a warning from Canada:
You elected George H. W. Bush; we gave you Celine Dion.
You elected George W. Bush; we gave you Nickelback.
You elected George W. Bush; we gave you Justin Bieber.
Do not elect Donald Trump. You do not want to know what’s coming next.
“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 0
Like Petri wine, politeness is handed down from father to son.
“Right now, all we know is that the child was left unattended and got a hold of the handgun,” said Acworth police officer Youlanda Leverette.
When officers arrived, they found the boy in his parents’ bedroom. His father told officers the gun had been in a holster on the bed when the boy apparently found it and pulled the trigger.
Still Rising Again after All These Years 0
James Klagge points out that symbols symbolize.
The Legacy of Beyond the Palin 0
William Davis says it ain’t pretty. A snippet:
Now that tiger is devouring the GOP establishment. Party elders had hoped new presidential debate rules would give them greater control. But they are watching helplessly as Trump leads the pack and House Republicans engage in fratricide.
“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 0
Keep politeness on the table.
A woman can be heard on a recording of a 911 call saying, “One of the guns was loaded on the table and I didn’t know it. A little girl was shot.
One is tempted to wonder just how the hell many guns were on the table.
Men Are Pigs 0
It is not proper to go about smacking women on the behind without having permission aforetimes.
Droning On 0
Mike Kelly’s buddy has bought a quadcopter and wants to take it out joyriding. Mike is not sanguine. Here’s a bit from his column.
A drone.
My friend, with laughter interrupting his words, went on to point out how much “fun” he was already having, flying his remote-controlled device up to 1,000 feet above ground and hovering over friends’ houses or cruising down various streets. He said he might even drop into someone’s back yard and snap some candid photographs before buzzing off, leaving everyone to wonder what had just taken place.
“Isn’t that illegal?” I asked.
“Not at all,” he said.
And that’s the problem.
Boys and their toys: a combination that unerringly eventually spells s-t-u-p-i-d.