Personal Musings category archive
It occurred to me last night that Donald Trump and his dupes, symps, and fellow travelers have not realized that you can’t bully a virus.
Once again, we have sprung forward in docile and sheep-like service to an unproven and likely baseless notion.
I just took a legitimate on-line survey from a legitimate on-line survey outfit in which “watching the news” was referred to as “consuming content.”
You don’t “consume” news, for Pete’s sake. You watch it or read it or listen to it or perhaps even witness it first-hand.
You “consume” peanut butter (or sardines or chocolates or what have you).
We are a society of stupid.
Judging from the activity of my telly fones, the “Do Not Call List” is thoroughly castrated, so I reckon that my wish for a “Do Not Text List” is a lost cause. But, honest to Betsy, I’m sick of unsigned texts from unknown phones asking me to support/contribute to/vote for this or that pol/cause/campaign.
If they signed their names, I might feel more charitabl–On second thought, no.
Obnoxious and intrusive is obnoxious and intrusive, signed or unsigned.
I suspect that I am not the only person to fear that the leaders (Johnson:EU::Trump:NATO) of certain English-speaking countries that fought World War II have chosen to forget lessons learned from that struggle.
Sometimes I can sort of maybe understand where PETA is coming from a perhaps a tiny little bit, then they come out with something like this.
In the great majority of cases, a so-called “moderate Republican” is one who must wrestle with his or her conscience before doing the wrong thing.
(Scene: Dentist’s office, as I requested a reminder card for my next appointment.)
Me: I forgot my phone, so I had to do something not many persons do any more.
Receptionist: Take notes?
Me: No. Think.
The notion that “branding” is ipso facto the answer to everything (or, for that matter, anything) is unutterably stupid.
It is amusing, in a dark and sinister manner, to watch all those responsible gun owners panic at the prospect of any restrictions on their portable phalli.
The volume of unread email I have to delete has certainly decreased since the election.
There’s nothing like outsmarting a plumbing problem to brighten a Harry Homeowner’s day.
The amount of junk email I receive has decreased since November 5.
But now I’m getting texts from spammers wanting to sell me Trump Junk.
I’m currently listening to The Mystery of 31 New Inn by R. Austin Freeman, who is distinguished as the first mystery novelist to employ forensic science in his novels.
The volunteer who reads this chapter refers to them as try-KEEN-o-poh-ly cigars.
Words fail me.
(Otherwise, the reader does an excellent job.)
Every time I go to the polls, one of the poll workers offers me an “I voted” sticker.
This is perversely reversed.
The persons who do not vote should wear stickers.
And I don’t care.
In the unlikely case that you’re curious as to why I pay no attention to candidate debates, it’s that they have devolved into substance-less side shows.
I ran out of ink for my fountain pen.
I had to order a new bottle on line, as it’s no longer available in my local physical emporium.
Donald Trump has demonstrated one thing conclusively. Neither the Republican Party nor Republicans are capable of shame.