2019 archive
The Otherization 0
Steven M. argues cogently that Republicans have decided that over half of Americans are unAmerican. A snippet:
Follow the link for his reasoning.
Virginia Beach Drinking Liberally Thursday 0
Join us to discuss the Carnival of Carnality that calls itself–well, I’ll just tell you what the old man used to say about my state Senator when I was little: “He calls himself a lawyer.”
When: Thursday, October 10, 6 p. m.
Where:
Croc’s 19 Street Bistro
620 19th Street (Map)
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“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 0
Be polite to your neighbors.
Phoenix police sergeant Vince Lewis told KTAR that the man “had banged on the (neighbors’) door, yelling at them, trying to make contact during this argument.” He then headed back downstairs and allegedly retrieved a handgun from his apartment.
Police say that he then pointed the gun upwards towards his ceiling and discharged several shots, the last of which somehow wound up striking him in the face. No other people were injured in the incident.
Guns and stupid, guns and stupid,
They go together like love and Cupid.
Let me tell you, brother,
You can’t have one without the other.
Zero-Sum? 0
Sam uses a clip of Anand Giridharadas on The Daily Show to offer a technique for separating progressives from pseudo-progressives.
The Climates They Are a-Changing 0
Siberia is thawing out, and it’s not pleasant. Here’s a bit from the story:
“It smells like dead bodies,” Danilov said.
Bitter-Enders 0
Seth Meyers (no, not that Seth Meyers, the other one, the one with a doctorate in Psychology) unwittingly–or perhaps wittingly–offers a guide to understanding the Trumpettes.
Coddled Yeggs: A Parable for Our Times 0
They raise their firearms, carefully taking aim; they caress the triggers lovingly and let fly the cartridges.
They strike their targets, who drop lifelessly.
“Oh, no,” they cry, “I did not intend to do that regardless of how it might have looked. It was an accident.”
“That’s okay,” replies Mr. Enforcer. “As you are a member of the Fraternity of the Fair-Skinned, I must take you at your word.
“Oh, and before you go, have a cookie.”