March, 2020 archive
Down on the (Animal) Farm 0
The writer of a letter to the editor of The Roanoke Times has read his Orwell.
And the Moral of the Story Is . . . . 0
PoliticalProf reminds us that
Follow the link to read why he said that.
“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 0
Expose your children to politeness at an early age.
Police say a 2-year-old child got a hold of a gun and shot his 4-year-old brother in the abdomen.
The extent of the 4-year-old’s injuries are unknown, but he was taken to a Springfield hospital for treatment. Police said the mother was home when he was shot.
It Takes Two To Tango 0
As Atrios points out, you can’t be bipartisan by yourself.
A Modest Proposal 0
At AL.com, Alabama Republican John Meredith has a suggestion for the Republican Party:
Follow the link for his reasoning.
Make TWUUG Your LUG 0
Learn about the wonderful world of free and open source. Use computers to do what you want, not what someone else wants you to do. Learn how to use GNU/Linux and its plethora of free and open source software to get stuff done with computers.
It’s not hard; it’s just different.
When: Monthly TWUUG meeting at 7:30 p. m. on the first Thursday of the month (February 6, 2020). Pre-meeting dinner at Chicago Uno, JANAF shopping center, 6:00 p. m. (map)
Who: Everyone in TideWater/Hampton Roads with interest in any/all flavors of Unix/Linux. There are no dues or signup requirements. All are welcome.
Where: Lake Taylor Transitional Care Hospital in Norfolk Training Room (map). (Wireless and wired internet connection available.) Turn right upon entering, then left at the last corridor and look for the open meeting room.
Epidemiological Twits on Twitter 0
Afterthought:
Given the similar wording in the twits Farron cites, one must needs wonder to what extent they may have been of robotic genesis.
“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 0
Introduce children to politeness at an early age.
A bullet remained lodged Sunday in one Emahleeah’s vertebrae. It missed her spinal cord by about an inch, according to her father.
Thus passeth another day in the NRA’s Garden of Bleedin’.