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August, 2013 archive

Facebook Frolics, None So Blind Dept. 3

At the end, she asks for twits.

Remember, the “user” is not the customer; he or she is the product.

Lawyers with a Sense of Humor 0

This response to a patent (or, in this case, copyright) troll is priceless.

Via Raw Story.

“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 3

Be polite to yourself.

Docteur claimed that the gang had robbed him of his money and then yelled, “North End, North End,” as they fled. The North End is a neighborhood in Bridgeport.

But Docteur finally admitted that the gun in his waistband had gone off and he had shot himself after he was not able to explain why there was only a hole where the bullet exited from his pants. He was also not able to tell police what happened to his handgun after the incident.

But keep it a secret.

Afterthought:

Packing heat is not as easy as gun nuts tell themselves it is.

Whackjobs Who Think They Are Wyatt Earps 0

What could possibly go wrong?

Oh, yeah.

Susie Sampson Gets Cyrious 0

How Many Angles Can Dance on the Head of a Pin 0

In the Roanoke Times, John Winfrey tries to explicate the different strains of “Libertarianism.”

Here’s but two of the angles:

A true libertarian (that is, Ayn Randian–ed.) owes nothing to losers, certainly not safety nets or social programs. Losers are burdens — good riddance.

By contrast, the libertarian movement that controls Republicans in the House and Senate and most Republican states is heavily influenced by the Christian right. The cumbersome title “tea party libertarian Christian right” has become part of our public discourse on television, radio, newspapers and, of course, the Internet.

Nowhere does he get to the fundamental underlying truth of what passes for “Libertarianism” in the contemporary political landscape:

A “Libertarian” is a Republican who is ashamed to admit it.

Decision Tree 0

The British War Checklist:  How to rationalize a war

Works on this side of the pond with minimal editing.

Via Mr. Feastingonroadkill.

Syrious Considerations 0

If you consider the arguments for raining death from the Syrian sky, they pretty much boil down to

Not, I submit, a particularly sound exercise in policy formation.

Via the BooMan.

QOTD 0

Bertolt Brecht:

No one can be good for long if goodness is not in demand.

Going Viral 0

Excerpt:

It is much easier to scare a population than to un-scare them.

The Silence of the Elephants 0

Republicans skip the celebration of the 1963 March on Washington.

Table of Equivalents 0

Oliver Willis offers a flowchart to assist right-wingers in their desparate search for a white Trayvon Martin.

Chart for use by conservatives looking for a white equivalent to the Trayvon Martin Cast


Click for a larger image.

Hoist Them on Their Own Petards 0

So obvious it takes a genius to think of it:

Life hack: if someone makes a racist/sexist joke, say, with total seriousness, “I don’t get it, can you explain it?”

Via Contradict Me.

“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 0

More accidental projectile politeness.

A 18-month-old Atlanta boy has died after apparently being shot in the chest with a BB gun, police said.

Characterization 0

Historical Cyrations 0

The End of the World as We Know It . . .

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Twits on Twitter (and Elsewhere) 0

Racist twits.

QOTD 0

Paul Gallico:

If there is any larceny in a man, golf will bring it out.

And Now for a Spell of Something Completely Different 0

Via AMERICABlog.

Droning On 0

Expect more like this:

The FAA is now investigating after a drone crashed into a crowd of people Saturday at the Bull Run event in Dinwiddie.

It drove right into Patrick Lewis and two of his friends sitting in the stands.

(snip)

Virginia Beach film maker, Scott Hansen, owns the drone involved in the crash. He says he loaned it out to a pilot covering the event that day. And he says pilot error led to one of the batteries dying, causing it to crash.

Wonder how long it will take for “DUI” to stand for “droning under the influence”?

And don’t get me started on the stupid, dangerous, and cruel faux running of the bulls.