February, 2023 archive
“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 0
Methinks the neighbor who spoke to a TV reporter after yet another child was sacrificed to the NRA’s leaden idol has a point.
Afterthought:
I’m so old that I can remember when the NRA was about gun safety, not about gun sales.
Facebook Frolics 0
The Ghost of Cambridge Analytica comes back to haunt cost the Zuckerborg a relative pittance.
Remember, “social” media isn’t.
Faking It Is Not Making It 0
Professor of English Dennis M. Clausen is not sanguine about ChatGPT and similar so-called “artificially intelligent” chatbots, at least to the extent that students might try to use them as shortcuts do completing assignments. He writes, in part,
Follow the link for his reasoning.
Debunking de Bunk 0
The College Board has responded to Florida Man’s efforts to white wash–I use that term advisedly–American history as taught in Florida schools. Here’s a bit of their response:
Follow the link for the complete letter, in which they debunk in a detailed in a point-by-point manner Florida Man’s bunk.
The New Gilded Age 0
Sam feel it’s necessary to point out that Teddy Roosevelt was not a Marxist.
The Great Erasure 0
Congressperson Alma Adams sees precedent for current attempt by the New Secesh to pretend that slavery wasn’t and racism isn’t.
The Buck Stops 0
Many years ago, back when I lived in Delaware and worked in Philadelphia, we purchased a Yorkie puppy from an Amish farmer in Lancaster County, Pa. (I know the farmer was not running a puppy mill, as the puppy was roaming free in his yard, as was the puppy’s mother, who came over to wish him good-bye before we loaded him into the car and drove off.)
The puppy grew up to be a good and valued member of the family and a constant source of love and joy. As our other dog at the time was a Black Lab, Tucker the Yorkie eventually convinced himself that he also was a Black Lab, but that is a whole bunch of other stories. Like the time we had a foot and a half of snow and Beau the Black Lab jumped into it and frolicked about. Tucker the Yorkie jumped in after him and disappeared.
Which reminds me that Beau the Black Lab used to play with Mittens the Cat. Mittens would be lying in her favorite chair at the kitchen table; Beau would come up and stick his nose up so she could slap at it. As long as she kept slapping at it, he kept waving it about. He was a kind and good-hearted dog . . . but I digress.
Anyway, what prompted me to remember Tucker the Yorkie was this:
The check we wrote to pay for Tucker the Yorkie did not bounce, unlike the check that George Santos wrote when he bought dogs from an Amish farmer.
Aside:
I pity those dogs.
