In the courts, the crime of over-indulgence is "beheaded" by the process of chapter thirteen.
The little man, he is "kaput"...out of cash, out of life, out of time and literally, out of pocket.
How does one "run out" of intellect? Can you assert that it is really the same as mis-managing money?
I say, "hell yes"!
Thinkers can get lazy with their "thoughts", and pundits can state "and this passes for intellect"?
I could propose tomorrow that the best system of government is no government (and darned sure, may be correct in the assertion) - but only "certain" people would live well in what would surely be a time of chaos.
Intellectually, I know that those equipped for living in the woods would, for all intents and purposes, be as happy as the proverbial "pig wallowing in his own...ahem...Svinsti". Where would this model leave the rest of the world? To fend for themselves in the sewers of the cities? To fight for the last morsels of food left on the grocery shelves?
And what of intellect then?
Catastrophe of this magnitude would certainly issue challenges for the American human race like none other in its infantic existence...but in the end, would it be a good thing?
I've been in the woods enough in my long, long life to know - it ain't exactly a bowl of cherries. Yes, you can survive out there...yes, you can get used to it, and yes, you can "make it pretty good"...but each and every time I've been out there for a prolonged period there is nothing I look more forward to than a hot, hot shower and, well, a bowl of cherries.
Thus, my position on anarchy. It would not be a pleasant thing, living like wild animals, but I do think that living as such would most certainly be living sans-intellect. There is not much time in the woods for discussing international politics over brandy (although, it has been done on safari, I understand).
Mending ropes, chasing varmints, and killing quary are but a few of those "everyday things".
The point being, with the breakdown in social graces comes the breakdown of the nation's intellectual soul. There is not much need of intellect when all that is required to survive is to hunt and to kill and to eat and to hunt and kill and eat again.
The only engineering would be left up to the shelter builders...if and when man finds that inevitable discretionary "time" he might then begin spending it building aquaducts and spring houses (and with it, of course, the advent of new "civilization").
Well, I suppose it is time to "wrap" this meandering mess that passes for "intellect" - I will close by simply posing the question "is anarchy, from an intellectually rich standpoint, truly what we want for our world, or for our Nation" ?
Here's to the thinkers! May they never, ever find themselves without a thought (and should they, may the Good Lord help us all in our dark time of bankruptcy).
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Sunday, August 05, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
A Nation of Law, Not Men
John Adams should have stuck to the family brewery.
I was watching a democrat on TV this a.m. and she quoted Mr. Adams, that "we are a Nation of laws, not of men" (this in reference to the writ of habeus corpus and the Gitmo "prisoners" (she of course sets the standard for "taking no prisoners")).
A flood of thoughts rolled through my being...of the synedrion...of King George.
The law-givers and the law-interpreters - the lap dogs to tax collectors who look more like Jabba the Hud or Ted Kennedy.
I also thought of our own George. Mr. Washington, I understand, was simply trying to make a go of it as a businessman, but due to inferior product from England and repressive taxes (the teeth of the law), he was unable. Caught in the snare of a free will caged by a repressive King.
I'll bet King George was a fat-assed drunk too. Probably sat around drinking aperatif and eating bon-bons all day while he wiled away the hours talking about Camelot. I wonder what Ted Kennedy does all day?
And then there is our own George - a man, subjugated to the law. One might say enslaved.
Gee whiz, how is this any different than our modern Congress? Our law-givers, and law-interpreters - our own King of tax levee.
I don't know about you, but I feel as if I am in a straight-jacket.
And we are a Nation of laws and not men, indeed! (Consider this source, would you?).
Blood courses in my veins, but not because some Democrat on Capitol Hill deemed it so.
Cursed is the law, and cursed those who incessantly quote it.
I am a man! (and not one defined by the laws of this Congress).
There is a song that I've picked up from an internet radio station...I don't know the band, but it has one of those driving beats punctuated by some minstrel-sounding dude reminiscent of a Rolling Stones diddy. The main riff and verse, I can't get out of my head "Tell me all the rules...girrrrrl - I just want to get along" (da don don don, da don don don, da don don don).
Well, I'm going to tell ya, I'm tired of all the rules, and I'm tired of "just getting along", girlfriend!
Trust me, I am no advocate of revolution...it only leads to pain. However, something has got to change as one begins to weigh the pains that are caused in a system through which there seems to be no redress (and hardly fair when you consider we are the closest thing left that resembles capitalism and we are having to support a world of socialists, all on the government cheese), and that god-forsaken alternative, revolt. Which is the more painful?
When the weighing comes down to this, the scale is so easily tipped.
The hippies crossed over to becoming females in the 60's. They are the "girls" who are making the rules. I say it is time to deflower them.
When boys become "men" they often hear phrases like "that'll make a man out of him", or "mit the rope's end" or that inevitable "attitude adjustment".
So what does it take to bring a girl into "womanhood"?
Well, we all know the traditional concept (archaic - I'm no advocate of caveman philosophy...but in truth, in a wife, I'm not seeking an absolute equal - I want one who is equally different in all the right ways).
But what is the cultural equivalent of this "then you will be a man, my son" concept?
Now that they are leaders, what is it that causes them to go through a similar "phase-shift" ?
Well, whatever it is, I believe, they'd better team up with their hippy-assed boyfriends and figure out how to mit the freying ends of the rope before someone else decides to do it for them.
I've dated some women who constantly set rules and expect others to live by them when they constantly break them themselves. Arrrogant twits, they were...and completely self-absorbed. As a point of reference outside my own realm of experience, reference this Lohan chick or Ted Kennedy. You do the math.
There is an extreme sense of desperation afoot, and from an historical perspective there can be but one answer to it.
I sincerely hope that someone in Washington will get a clue, before we all begin to feel like the city's namesake and seek our independence yet again, and once again, as free men at heart and breaking free of those surly, albeit freying, bonds.
Mit them up, Washington.
-Visum, enraged
I was watching a democrat on TV this a.m. and she quoted Mr. Adams, that "we are a Nation of laws, not of men" (this in reference to the writ of habeus corpus and the Gitmo "prisoners" (she of course sets the standard for "taking no prisoners")).
A flood of thoughts rolled through my being...of the synedrion...of King George.
The law-givers and the law-interpreters - the lap dogs to tax collectors who look more like Jabba the Hud or Ted Kennedy.
I also thought of our own George. Mr. Washington, I understand, was simply trying to make a go of it as a businessman, but due to inferior product from England and repressive taxes (the teeth of the law), he was unable. Caught in the snare of a free will caged by a repressive King.
I'll bet King George was a fat-assed drunk too. Probably sat around drinking aperatif and eating bon-bons all day while he wiled away the hours talking about Camelot. I wonder what Ted Kennedy does all day?
And then there is our own George - a man, subjugated to the law. One might say enslaved.
Gee whiz, how is this any different than our modern Congress? Our law-givers, and law-interpreters - our own King of tax levee.
I don't know about you, but I feel as if I am in a straight-jacket.
And we are a Nation of laws and not men, indeed! (Consider this source, would you?).
Blood courses in my veins, but not because some Democrat on Capitol Hill deemed it so.
Cursed is the law, and cursed those who incessantly quote it.
I am a man! (and not one defined by the laws of this Congress).
There is a song that I've picked up from an internet radio station...I don't know the band, but it has one of those driving beats punctuated by some minstrel-sounding dude reminiscent of a Rolling Stones diddy. The main riff and verse, I can't get out of my head "Tell me all the rules...girrrrrl - I just want to get along" (da don don don, da don don don, da don don don).
Well, I'm going to tell ya, I'm tired of all the rules, and I'm tired of "just getting along", girlfriend!
Trust me, I am no advocate of revolution...it only leads to pain. However, something has got to change as one begins to weigh the pains that are caused in a system through which there seems to be no redress (and hardly fair when you consider we are the closest thing left that resembles capitalism and we are having to support a world of socialists, all on the government cheese), and that god-forsaken alternative, revolt. Which is the more painful?
When the weighing comes down to this, the scale is so easily tipped.
The hippies crossed over to becoming females in the 60's. They are the "girls" who are making the rules. I say it is time to deflower them.
When boys become "men" they often hear phrases like "that'll make a man out of him", or "mit the rope's end" or that inevitable "attitude adjustment".
So what does it take to bring a girl into "womanhood"?
Well, we all know the traditional concept (archaic - I'm no advocate of caveman philosophy...but in truth, in a wife, I'm not seeking an absolute equal - I want one who is equally different in all the right ways).
But what is the cultural equivalent of this "then you will be a man, my son" concept?
Now that they are leaders, what is it that causes them to go through a similar "phase-shift" ?
Well, whatever it is, I believe, they'd better team up with their hippy-assed boyfriends and figure out how to mit the freying ends of the rope before someone else decides to do it for them.
I've dated some women who constantly set rules and expect others to live by them when they constantly break them themselves. Arrrogant twits, they were...and completely self-absorbed. As a point of reference outside my own realm of experience, reference this Lohan chick or Ted Kennedy. You do the math.
There is an extreme sense of desperation afoot, and from an historical perspective there can be but one answer to it.
I sincerely hope that someone in Washington will get a clue, before we all begin to feel like the city's namesake and seek our independence yet again, and once again, as free men at heart and breaking free of those surly, albeit freying, bonds.
Mit them up, Washington.
-Visum, enraged
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Why No Science, is Good Science
It occurred to me today that I should not mourn the death of valid science.
I should get used to the fact that it is gone, and move on with life without.
So, I began to ponder, wouldn't it be interesting (now that science is dead), if I join the fray of the noveau-pseudo's and form my own observations about the universe.
So here goes: (WARNING: the following contains references to the Al
Gore's, bad acting, homo-eroticism and the blogosphere. NOT FOR THE KIDDIES!!!).
1) The world will end as the result of excessively poor thespian performances.
Here's the hypothesis (can we have those in the new science?) - the world will eventually end because we will all, ultimately, become bad actors (given that life emulates art and all).
The date of the implosion will be April 4, 2008 (at the Greater London celebration of the Bard's Birthdate).
What will happen here, essentially, is that a chain reaction will begin at this celebration event in which the audience begins to "bleed" into the performance (the acting was so poor on the stage).
The actual "acting" on the stage will have degenerated at this point to the level that everyone there ad libs at such a level that Hamlet begins to look like an episode of Family Guy (the episodes where there is a great deal of injected silence, to the point where you think about changing channels, but for some, odd, reason - continue watching). The performance will be rife with melodrama, Jerry Springer-esque incestual relations, beer, and fist fights.
It is widely rumored that Alec Baldwin and the rotting corpse of Paul Newman (although, his acting stinks so bad that no one is really sure he is dead) both drop trou and moon the booing crowd.
Well, of course, the audience (as the audience always does at such affairs) will be drawn into the "performance", at which point civilization will begin to break down into its "essence" (think Greek philosophy here).
Each "atom" (in the form of individual "thespians" from the crowd) will begin a reaction in which a sort of mass psychotic break takes place, in "piggy-back" style (appropriate for actors).
The truly humorous thing is that the acting in the crowd actually begins to take on Olivier qualities, and could one only observe the situation, one would certainly find it of the highest caliber entertainment.
The unfortunate thing is, anyone who observes it will immediately have a psychotic break and join in the "thes"-tivity.
Well, you can imagine just how fast this will spread. The entire planet will become populated by thespians in a, ahem, New York minute.
The culmination of this thespiaddict armageddon transpires when the last two educated inviduals left are about to be "infected".
One, a used car salesman from Walla Walla, Washington (who we only know as "Harvey") faces off with a young exchange student from Liberia who has just landed in America and was seeking his way from the airport to his host home via Harvey's car lot (a difficult thing to do when all the cabbie's are trapped in an un-ending episode of that highly-esteemed and classy show of the 70's "Taxi" (or was that "Taxi Driver", I get them so confused).
The exchange student, Yamballa (or "Yams", to his chums) had never even seen so much as a movie. The closest he'd come to a performance was watching two ants fight over a blade of grass (hardly qualifying).
The unique thing about this is, Yams was essentially immune to the bug (his immunity recognized by an underground group of Cock-fighters who predominantly got their entertainment from fighting with their cocks and seemed also to have a degree of immunity to the disease, along with some homosexuals who were already living in an alternative "staged" reality and found the new disease rather "ho-hum" - at some point we will have to delve into those underground groups who survived the bardeggedon) - but I digress.
Yams and Harvey it seems, were discussing the price on a 1955 Custom Country Club Nash Rambler when the "final act" was about to transpire.
A roving band of actors (led by none other than Albert Gore the toid) happened upon the scene and began producing a performance of that acclaimed work "Love Story" in which Al Senior and Al da toid portray the principle leads in homo-erotic incestual style.
Well, Harvey thought it a porno script (and who wouldn't, given the caliber of acting - did I mention the mutations? Yup. Nuff said)...at any rate, Harvey turned a flip and was nekkid before he hit the ground.
This scared poor Yams to a point that he took note of a rather thick rope hanging, seemingly, from the clear, blue sky at which point he lept into the air like a gazelle (practically leaping out of his loin cloth), grabbed ahold of the rope and - you guessed it, brought the curtain down on the entire planet.
One of the underlings told a reporter later that he could not get the picture of the two Al Gore's out of his mind as they descended netherward toking on a bong fashioned from a blogosphere (truly, a site to get your head wrapped around).
Next week's pseudo-scientific hypothesis: the world will end as the result of flaccid brains.
I should get used to the fact that it is gone, and move on with life without.
So, I began to ponder, wouldn't it be interesting (now that science is dead), if I join the fray of the noveau-pseudo's and form my own observations about the universe.
So here goes: (WARNING: the following contains references to the Al
Gore's, bad acting, homo-eroticism and the blogosphere. NOT FOR THE KIDDIES!!!).
1) The world will end as the result of excessively poor thespian performances.
Here's the hypothesis (can we have those in the new science?) - the world will eventually end because we will all, ultimately, become bad actors (given that life emulates art and all).
The date of the implosion will be April 4, 2008 (at the Greater London celebration of the Bard's Birthdate).
What will happen here, essentially, is that a chain reaction will begin at this celebration event in which the audience begins to "bleed" into the performance (the acting was so poor on the stage).
The actual "acting" on the stage will have degenerated at this point to the level that everyone there ad libs at such a level that Hamlet begins to look like an episode of Family Guy (the episodes where there is a great deal of injected silence, to the point where you think about changing channels, but for some, odd, reason - continue watching). The performance will be rife with melodrama, Jerry Springer-esque incestual relations, beer, and fist fights.
It is widely rumored that Alec Baldwin and the rotting corpse of Paul Newman (although, his acting stinks so bad that no one is really sure he is dead) both drop trou and moon the booing crowd.
Well, of course, the audience (as the audience always does at such affairs) will be drawn into the "performance", at which point civilization will begin to break down into its "essence" (think Greek philosophy here).
Each "atom" (in the form of individual "thespians" from the crowd) will begin a reaction in which a sort of mass psychotic break takes place, in "piggy-back" style (appropriate for actors).
The truly humorous thing is that the acting in the crowd actually begins to take on Olivier qualities, and could one only observe the situation, one would certainly find it of the highest caliber entertainment.
The unfortunate thing is, anyone who observes it will immediately have a psychotic break and join in the "thes"-tivity.
Well, you can imagine just how fast this will spread. The entire planet will become populated by thespians in a, ahem, New York minute.
The culmination of this thespiaddict armageddon transpires when the last two educated inviduals left are about to be "infected".
One, a used car salesman from Walla Walla, Washington (who we only know as "Harvey") faces off with a young exchange student from Liberia who has just landed in America and was seeking his way from the airport to his host home via Harvey's car lot (a difficult thing to do when all the cabbie's are trapped in an un-ending episode of that highly-esteemed and classy show of the 70's "Taxi" (or was that "Taxi Driver", I get them so confused).
The exchange student, Yamballa (or "Yams", to his chums) had never even seen so much as a movie. The closest he'd come to a performance was watching two ants fight over a blade of grass (hardly qualifying).
The unique thing about this is, Yams was essentially immune to the bug (his immunity recognized by an underground group of Cock-fighters who predominantly got their entertainment from fighting with their cocks and seemed also to have a degree of immunity to the disease, along with some homosexuals who were already living in an alternative "staged" reality and found the new disease rather "ho-hum" - at some point we will have to delve into those underground groups who survived the bardeggedon) - but I digress.
Yams and Harvey it seems, were discussing the price on a 1955 Custom Country Club Nash Rambler when the "final act" was about to transpire.
A roving band of actors (led by none other than Albert Gore the toid) happened upon the scene and began producing a performance of that acclaimed work "Love Story" in which Al Senior and Al da toid portray the principle leads in homo-erotic incestual style.
Well, Harvey thought it a porno script (and who wouldn't, given the caliber of acting - did I mention the mutations? Yup. Nuff said)...at any rate, Harvey turned a flip and was nekkid before he hit the ground.
This scared poor Yams to a point that he took note of a rather thick rope hanging, seemingly, from the clear, blue sky at which point he lept into the air like a gazelle (practically leaping out of his loin cloth), grabbed ahold of the rope and - you guessed it, brought the curtain down on the entire planet.
One of the underlings told a reporter later that he could not get the picture of the two Al Gore's out of his mind as they descended netherward toking on a bong fashioned from a blogosphere (truly, a site to get your head wrapped around).
Next week's pseudo-scientific hypothesis: the world will end as the result of flaccid brains.
Friday, July 06, 2007
(Negre) Quoth du Jour
"I find fleas irritating. They are difficult to see, always itching, wriggling and biting and you just can't seem to get rid of them. Like Democrats - the flea would have been a much, much better mascot than the donkey, for even the donkey suffers of the flea."
SEV, ought, ought sieben
SEV, ought, ought sieben
Midnight Marmelade
Oh to you, dear Titus,
wher'er thou must be!
Thy son is deemed now "wreckless",
and your head must now hang low.
Oh to you, dear legions
who follow in his steps.
For tis you the earth is warming
to your herb-induced entreaty.
Oh to you, Madam Marteau
pound for pound so delightful
for the masochist, Freudian Bourdeaux
and they the people will drink 'til none are insightful.
Oh to you, merry legions who follow!
with the fate of the marching lemming
o'er cliffs to a chasm that is redeeming
for the souls that are surely hollow.
And to that marching soldier
lone against the crowd
may you trudge on through eternal
thy soul to their incite never cowed!
SEV, ought-ought sept
wher'er thou must be!
Thy son is deemed now "wreckless",
and your head must now hang low.
Oh to you, dear legions
who follow in his steps.
For tis you the earth is warming
to your herb-induced entreaty.
Oh to you, Madam Marteau
pound for pound so delightful
for the masochist, Freudian Bourdeaux
and they the people will drink 'til none are insightful.
Oh to you, merry legions who follow!
with the fate of the marching lemming
o'er cliffs to a chasm that is redeeming
for the souls that are surely hollow.
And to that marching soldier
lone against the crowd
may you trudge on through eternal
thy soul to their incite never cowed!
SEV, ought-ought sept
Friday, June 08, 2007
Abortionists
The abortionist position is not one of recognizing that the dawn is different from full daylight. Rather, it is one of declaring that the sun itself is different in the morning than at noon. The whole position rests upon redefining "human" so that the fetus is a non-person. And this in the name of convenience.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Great poem, not by me.
Our fathers took oaths as of old they took wives,
to have and to hold for the term of their lives.
But we take our oaths, as our whores, for our ease,
and a whore and a rogue may part when they please.
--Thomas Brown
I saw this on the following website. Frankly, I know nothing about Thomas Brown.
Daniel Mitsui Blog
to have and to hold for the term of their lives.
But we take our oaths, as our whores, for our ease,
and a whore and a rogue may part when they please.
--Thomas Brown
I saw this on the following website. Frankly, I know nothing about Thomas Brown.
Daniel Mitsui Blog
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Sunday, May 06, 2007
New Blogs
Sterquilinium's Faithful Readers:
Please take a moment to visit the new blogs listed in the links on the right side of this page:
Inverness Fan Club
Summa Contra Peart
Cheerio!
Please take a moment to visit the new blogs listed in the links on the right side of this page:
Inverness Fan Club
Summa Contra Peart
Cheerio!
Monday, April 23, 2007
CogArt
They're doing great work over at the Cognitive Artists' new blog. Check it out at the link at the top right of this page. Very impressive!
Friday, April 20, 2007
Nikki Giovanni Control Now!
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING POST IS LIKELY OFFENSIVE, BUT CERTAINLY NO LESS OFFENSIVE THAN NIKKI GIOVANNI'S USE OF THE VIRGINIA TECH MEMORIAL SERVICE AS A PLATFORM TO PITCH HER TIRED LEFTIST RHETORIC
Almost unnoticed in the horrible tragedy at Virginia Tech was the presence of Nikki Giovanni, the decrepit leftist radical poet. She might have remained entirely unnoticed, were it not for two details. First was her reading of a poem at a memorial service for the victims of the tragedy. Her poem was a meandering screed, seeking to lessen the pain of the Hokies by making little jabs at the war in Iraq and US immigration policy.
The second detail was that the mass murderer, Cho Seung-hui, was a student of Giovanni's. In fact, Giovanni praised his poetry, saying "It was not bad poetry. It was intimidating." This, in Giovanni-speak, is high praise indeed.
Before we are subjected to the inevitible infusion of anti-gun mania in the debate surrounding "how could this have been stopped," it is worth looking at some statistics:
Number of Firearms in the US: 235,000,000
Number of Firearm homicides in the US (2004): 10,650.42
Firearm Homicides per Firearm Population: 0.0045%
Number of Nikki Giovanni Students: 100
Number of homicides commited by Nikki Giovanni Students: 32
Homicides per Nikki Giovanni Student Population: 32%
The Number of Nikki Giovanni Students cited above refers to an estimate of her students in one academic year. Since Seung-hui was not a current student of Giovanni's, a more generous estimate would be to allow Mizz Giovanni a total of 100 students per year for her 20 years at Virginia Tech. In such an analysis:
Number of Nikki Giovanni Students: 2000
Number of homicides commited by Nikki Giovanni Students: 32
Homicides per Nikki Giovanni Student Population: 1.6%
Note that this second analysis, while more generous to Mizz Giovanni, does not take into account other homicides by Giovanni students, and thus is a likely underestimate.
The results are clear. Even with the more generous student count afforded to Mizz Giovanni, you are 355 times more likely to be killed by a Giovanni student than you are by a firearm wielded by a non-Giovanni student. It's time to stop the madness and practice Nikki Giovanni control. This would consist of the following measures:
1. Immediate ban on having Nikki Giovanni on any campus, except in the physical control of law enforcement personnel.
2. Registration with a government agency of anyone who expresses interest in Giovanni as a teacher, poet, or activist
3. Background checks must be performed before any sale of a Giovanni product
4. "Giovanni Locks" - devices that can be affixed to Nikki Giovanni to keep her from accidental instruction
5. "Giovanni-free zones", set up in each city, preventing the entry of Nikki Giovanni into public places
6. Limited Capacity Giovanni: Nikki Giovanni would only be allowed to hold five words at a time.
7. Strict Regulation of poetry exhibitions or swap-meets in which Giovanni's works might be traded without being reported
8. Put an immediate stop to Giovanni traffiking on the internet
If the above measures are taken quickly, we can all rest easier.
Almost unnoticed in the horrible tragedy at Virginia Tech was the presence of Nikki Giovanni, the decrepit leftist radical poet. She might have remained entirely unnoticed, were it not for two details. First was her reading of a poem at a memorial service for the victims of the tragedy. Her poem was a meandering screed, seeking to lessen the pain of the Hokies by making little jabs at the war in Iraq and US immigration policy.
The second detail was that the mass murderer, Cho Seung-hui, was a student of Giovanni's. In fact, Giovanni praised his poetry, saying "It was not bad poetry. It was intimidating." This, in Giovanni-speak, is high praise indeed.
Before we are subjected to the inevitible infusion of anti-gun mania in the debate surrounding "how could this have been stopped," it is worth looking at some statistics:
Number of Firearms in the US: 235,000,000
Number of Firearm homicides in the US (2004): 10,650.42
Firearm Homicides per Firearm Population: 0.0045%
Number of Nikki Giovanni Students: 100
Number of homicides commited by Nikki Giovanni Students: 32
Homicides per Nikki Giovanni Student Population: 32%
The Number of Nikki Giovanni Students cited above refers to an estimate of her students in one academic year. Since Seung-hui was not a current student of Giovanni's, a more generous estimate would be to allow Mizz Giovanni a total of 100 students per year for her 20 years at Virginia Tech. In such an analysis:
Number of Nikki Giovanni Students: 2000
Number of homicides commited by Nikki Giovanni Students: 32
Homicides per Nikki Giovanni Student Population: 1.6%
Note that this second analysis, while more generous to Mizz Giovanni, does not take into account other homicides by Giovanni students, and thus is a likely underestimate.
The results are clear. Even with the more generous student count afforded to Mizz Giovanni, you are 355 times more likely to be killed by a Giovanni student than you are by a firearm wielded by a non-Giovanni student. It's time to stop the madness and practice Nikki Giovanni control. This would consist of the following measures:
1. Immediate ban on having Nikki Giovanni on any campus, except in the physical control of law enforcement personnel.
2. Registration with a government agency of anyone who expresses interest in Giovanni as a teacher, poet, or activist
3. Background checks must be performed before any sale of a Giovanni product
4. "Giovanni Locks" - devices that can be affixed to Nikki Giovanni to keep her from accidental instruction
5. "Giovanni-free zones", set up in each city, preventing the entry of Nikki Giovanni into public places
6. Limited Capacity Giovanni: Nikki Giovanni would only be allowed to hold five words at a time.
7. Strict Regulation of poetry exhibitions or swap-meets in which Giovanni's works might be traded without being reported
8. Put an immediate stop to Giovanni traffiking on the internet
If the above measures are taken quickly, we can all rest easier.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Boycott Disney
Rosie O'Donnell continues to spew her bigoted hatred on ABC's "The View." Now, since this show is only watched by post-menopausal lesbians and half-crazed shut-ins, that's not normally a problem. But on the other hand, the executives at Disney (which owns ABC) continue to pander to homosexuals, pedarists, and all sorts of deviants, since they are more afraid of boycotts or public actions by the freaks in society than by the normal. This is your fault for being silent and prefering to indulge your consumerism than it is Disney's fault. As long as you are too lazy to take action, your America will continue to degenerate into a cultural cess pit, ruled by the likes of Rosie O'Donnell and Michael Moore. It is your duty as an American, a Christian, and a Human to join in the boycott against not only Disney and ABC, but against all those corporations who advertise on "The View," until such time as Rosie O'Donnell is no longer employed by Disney & ABC. Following is a list of advertisers for "The View". Now, most of these advertisers are probably only selling products to the aforementioned post-menopausal lesbians. But a few of them are more sensitive, such as Wal-Mart and Sears. Get to it, soldier! Write a letter, send an email, but most importantly, STOP BUYING THEIR CRAP!
Dixie Bath Cups
Vaniqa (56vaniqa.com)
Wal-Mart
Photostamps.com
Curves
Dove Chocolate
Garnier Nutrisse
Dawn with Bleach Alternative
K9 Advantix (from Bayer)
Marshalls
Cheez-It Stix (from Kellogg)
Conair
Mr. Clean
Oscar Meyer
Glade PlugIn
Angel Soft Toiletpaper
Blink car cleaning products (blinkanditsdone.com)
Mucinex DM
Sears
Bayer Breeze2 Meter
Oust Air Sanitizer (from S.C. Johnson)
i.d. Bareminerals (trybareminerals.com)
Lucky Ducks (child's game from Milton Bradley)
Restasis (restasis33.com)
TRESemme
Pier 1
Nice'n Easy Color-blend (from Clairol)
Cool Whip (from Kraft)
Secret Antipersperant
Reach One toothbrush
Olay
Cottonelle Toilet Paper
Serenity pads (female hygeine)
Dixie Bath Cups
Vaniqa (56vaniqa.com)
Wal-Mart
Photostamps.com
Curves
Dove Chocolate
Garnier Nutrisse
Dawn with Bleach Alternative
K9 Advantix (from Bayer)
Marshalls
Cheez-It Stix (from Kellogg)
Conair
Mr. Clean
Oscar Meyer
Glade PlugIn
Angel Soft Toiletpaper
Blink car cleaning products (blinkanditsdone.com)
Mucinex DM
Sears
Bayer Breeze2 Meter
Oust Air Sanitizer (from S.C. Johnson)
i.d. Bareminerals (trybareminerals.com)
Lucky Ducks (child's game from Milton Bradley)
Restasis (restasis33.com)
TRESemme
Pier 1
Nice'n Easy Color-blend (from Clairol)
Cool Whip (from Kraft)
Secret Antipersperant
Reach One toothbrush
Olay
Cottonelle Toilet Paper
Serenity pads (female hygeine)
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Dear Readers
Dear readers,
(Especially you denizens of the rat-warren of Beijing, who frequent these pages with alarming regularity in an attempt to escape from the bleak and featureless realities of your life under the oppressive boot of your communist masters)
You will now find a link to The Precipice on the right side of the page, below the post listing, but just above the Pope Quiz. Please take a moment to visit this site.
Gore Bless You,
Xavier
(Especially you denizens of the rat-warren of Beijing, who frequent these pages with alarming regularity in an attempt to escape from the bleak and featureless realities of your life under the oppressive boot of your communist masters)
You will now find a link to The Precipice on the right side of the page, below the post listing, but just above the Pope Quiz. Please take a moment to visit this site.
Gore Bless You,
Xavier
Monday, March 05, 2007
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Monday, February 19, 2007
Euthanasia Proponents Have New Armor
CINCINNATI, OHIO
Dr. Fabian Greaves of the University of Cincinnati is raising eyebrows with a controversial new approach to Euthanasia, but he is already seeing a groundswell of support from civil libertarians and human rights advocates.
"Basically, the proposals I've made are not new:" Greaves asserts. "I've just taken good, solid jurisprudence and applied it to the Euthanasia debate"
At the heart of Dr. Greave's dynamic new proposal is the equivalence he draws between in-vivo termination and the right-to-die.
"Look at it this way: no-one knows when life begins, right? A lot of handwaving occurs, but most people say it's somewhere after the first trimester. OK, so we don't know when life begins. So how do we know when it ends? Just cause someone's not breathing? Give me a break!"
Dr. Greaves asserts that the moment of death, like the moment of life, cannot be determined scientifically. Failing a clear 'inflection point', society must leave leeway or risk infringing on civil liberties.
"He's got it just right," affirms Ms. Tellewanda Kroup of Greater Cincinnati Planned Parenthood. "First they go telling you when people are alive and then they go telling you when they're dead."
Critics argue that Greaves' theory could mean fundamental changes in the rights of the elderly, but Dr. Greaves remains convinced of the validity of his approach.
"It's no surprise to me that the usual suspects are all up in arms about this. I mean, everybody with a PhD after their name knows that the Catholics and Fundamentalists are going to be gunning for them every time they put pen to paper. But it doesn't change the hard science. And the hard science says this: For at least three months before someone is really dead, I mean, dead in the sense of not breathing, having no brain function, and whatnot, they can be considered to be legally dead."
True to Dr. Greave's predictions, Philip Dbrovickiswicz of Cincinnati LifeForce, an anti-choice organization, said "This guy's an idiot. He's wanting to kill people three months before they die? And how does he know they're going to die on a specific date? Is anybody listening? Hello?"
But Kroup has a quick answer for such zealotry: "To people like Dbrovickiswicz, I say: Keep Your Compline off my Suicide Machine!"
Legal experts say that Dr. Greaves' approach bears initial scrutiny. "He's got a good case," responded Jack Corvelle of Corvelle, Plebe,and Dawkins, a Cincinnati legal team specializing in suing Roman Catholics.
"All these anti-choice fanatics can't stand in the way of progress, and progress means killing people three months before they were going to die anyway," Greaves asserts. "They can get their Archbishops down on their knees praying all they want, but damn it! We're going to make life a lot easier for a lot of suffering elderly."
Archbishop Daniel Pilarczyk of Cincinnati is surprised by his characterization as an opponent. "I think they've got me confused with that guy from LifeForce because we've both got a lot of consonants in our names. Frankly, I think Greaves' idea is intriguing, and we ought not judge too quickly. The Church is here for the whole person. As Catholics, we have done a terrible job in explaining the position of the Church. Certain things like the Vatican's prohibition against euthanasia are really a sort of invitation to dialog, rather than some sort of wholesale rejection. After all, the quasicanonical Gospel of Herod clearly states 'and ye shall slay them on whatever day ye find them," and that, I think, is not so easily dismissed, even by our radical traditionalists."
But reassurances from the Archdiocese are not likely to mollify the grassroots supporters of Dr. Greaves, who find themselves energized and enthusiastic about the possibility of progress. "This is a new era," gushes Melanie Hart, a pro-choice case worker, "this is not about responding to problems, like in children-by-choice. Now this is about getting ahead of the problems. I mean, now we're even taking death out of the hands of that white-bearded old God. It's like we're saying: We're here! We decide. Get used to it."
Dr. Fabian Greaves of the University of Cincinnati is raising eyebrows with a controversial new approach to Euthanasia, but he is already seeing a groundswell of support from civil libertarians and human rights advocates.
"Basically, the proposals I've made are not new:" Greaves asserts. "I've just taken good, solid jurisprudence and applied it to the Euthanasia debate"
At the heart of Dr. Greave's dynamic new proposal is the equivalence he draws between in-vivo termination and the right-to-die.
"Look at it this way: no-one knows when life begins, right? A lot of handwaving occurs, but most people say it's somewhere after the first trimester. OK, so we don't know when life begins. So how do we know when it ends? Just cause someone's not breathing? Give me a break!"
Dr. Greaves asserts that the moment of death, like the moment of life, cannot be determined scientifically. Failing a clear 'inflection point', society must leave leeway or risk infringing on civil liberties.
"He's got it just right," affirms Ms. Tellewanda Kroup of Greater Cincinnati Planned Parenthood. "First they go telling you when people are alive and then they go telling you when they're dead."
Critics argue that Greaves' theory could mean fundamental changes in the rights of the elderly, but Dr. Greaves remains convinced of the validity of his approach.
"It's no surprise to me that the usual suspects are all up in arms about this. I mean, everybody with a PhD after their name knows that the Catholics and Fundamentalists are going to be gunning for them every time they put pen to paper. But it doesn't change the hard science. And the hard science says this: For at least three months before someone is really dead, I mean, dead in the sense of not breathing, having no brain function, and whatnot, they can be considered to be legally dead."
True to Dr. Greave's predictions, Philip Dbrovickiswicz of Cincinnati LifeForce, an anti-choice organization, said "This guy's an idiot. He's wanting to kill people three months before they die? And how does he know they're going to die on a specific date? Is anybody listening? Hello?"
But Kroup has a quick answer for such zealotry: "To people like Dbrovickiswicz, I say: Keep Your Compline off my Suicide Machine!"
Legal experts say that Dr. Greaves' approach bears initial scrutiny. "He's got a good case," responded Jack Corvelle of Corvelle, Plebe,and Dawkins, a Cincinnati legal team specializing in suing Roman Catholics.
"All these anti-choice fanatics can't stand in the way of progress, and progress means killing people three months before they were going to die anyway," Greaves asserts. "They can get their Archbishops down on their knees praying all they want, but damn it! We're going to make life a lot easier for a lot of suffering elderly."
Archbishop Daniel Pilarczyk of Cincinnati is surprised by his characterization as an opponent. "I think they've got me confused with that guy from LifeForce because we've both got a lot of consonants in our names. Frankly, I think Greaves' idea is intriguing, and we ought not judge too quickly. The Church is here for the whole person. As Catholics, we have done a terrible job in explaining the position of the Church. Certain things like the Vatican's prohibition against euthanasia are really a sort of invitation to dialog, rather than some sort of wholesale rejection. After all, the quasicanonical Gospel of Herod clearly states 'and ye shall slay them on whatever day ye find them," and that, I think, is not so easily dismissed, even by our radical traditionalists."
But reassurances from the Archdiocese are not likely to mollify the grassroots supporters of Dr. Greaves, who find themselves energized and enthusiastic about the possibility of progress. "This is a new era," gushes Melanie Hart, a pro-choice case worker, "this is not about responding to problems, like in children-by-choice. Now this is about getting ahead of the problems. I mean, now we're even taking death out of the hands of that white-bearded old God. It's like we're saying: We're here! We decide. Get used to it."
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
A poem to Nikki Giovanni
Inspired by the great poet Nikki Giovanni, I have composed this lyrical ballad
All I know of Global warming is as follows:
If its hot, its because of global warming
If its cold, its because of global warming
If it rains, its because of global warming
If its dry, its because of global warming
Glaciers melt, global warming
Snow, global warming
Hurricane, global warming
Tsunami, global warming
Earthquake, global warming
Housing market crash, global warming
Global warming does not make birds sing, flowers grow, or the water run any faster off a duck's back.
Global warming does not make grapes juicier, or skunks less smelly.
Global warming does not make beer taste better, encourage people to exercise, or lower winter heating bills.
Cause of global warming:
Global warming, Too much carbon Dioxide
Too much carbon dioxide, too many SUVs
Too many SUVs, neocon policies
Neocon policies, Kenneth Blackwell (SOB)
Kenneth Blackwell (SOB), George W. Bush
George W. Bush, Religious Fundamentalists
Religious Fundamentalists, Jesus
Jesus, God
Therefore God caused global warming
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This is the second edition of this poem
All I know of Global warming is as follows:
If its hot, its because of global warming
If its cold, its because of global warming
If it rains, its because of global warming
If its dry, its because of global warming
Glaciers melt, global warming
Snow, global warming
Hurricane, global warming
Tsunami, global warming
Earthquake, global warming
Housing market crash, global warming
Global warming does not make birds sing, flowers grow, or the water run any faster off a duck's back.
Global warming does not make grapes juicier, or skunks less smelly.
Global warming does not make beer taste better, encourage people to exercise, or lower winter heating bills.
Cause of global warming:
Global warming, Too much carbon Dioxide
Too much carbon dioxide, too many SUVs
Too many SUVs, neocon policies
Neocon policies, Kenneth Blackwell (SOB)
Kenneth Blackwell (SOB), George W. Bush
George W. Bush, Religious Fundamentalists
Religious Fundamentalists, Jesus
Jesus, God
Therefore God caused global warming
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This is the second edition of this poem
O Grammar! Enigma is thy name!
In looking at the "Comments" section below each post, I was offended to see "1 Comments". This seemed an unfortunate dissonance, sort of like "sober Kennedy" or "peaceful muslim." And then I noticed another post, which had (like most posts on this backwater blog) the listing "0 Comments". This disturbs me even more. In the case of "1 Comments", the coder was lazy, and didn't bother to take care of the one case in which "comment" needed to be singular. But in the case of "0 Comments", the coder raised a fascinating issue. Why is zero plural?
Let's look at this from a grammatimathimatical standpoint. We have two grammatical numbers in English - singular and plural. And yet, as our good friends at Wikipedia explain (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plural), other languages have more numbers, and although Latvian is cited as having a "nullar" grammatical form for "zero", the use of singular or plural, alternatively depending on language, seems to be most common.
Now I'm with the Latvian's on this. If you're going to have a numerical grammatical form for one, and you have another for more than one, then you damn well better have another form for zero.
But, interestingly enough, none of the languages were cited as having a grammatical form for an infinite number. This seems, to me, to be a serious drawback to human communication.
Having raised my interest, I went on to check on something that had been bothering me for a while - did the Arabs invent zero? If so, it would dovetail with my theory that the arabs, being far more acquainted with nothingness, would naturally strive to get zero into math. Alas, my theory was blown out of the water like a Somali pirate. It turns out (according, again, to Wikipedia), that the arabs merely transmitted the Hindu use of zero in a decimal system to the Europeans. Zero, as a concept, had been with us for a long, long time, and had been independently developed by the Babylonians and Mayans (the greatest most peace loving people ever to walk the earth until they were eradicated by Spanish Catholics under the command of Donald Rumsfeld).
Still clinging to the last vestiges of my theory, I went on to research infinity. Alas, there was no similar thread of controversy for infinity. It seems that the arabs aren't taking credit for inventing it.
Back to my original problem. As always, I'm all about solutions. So I suggest two alternative systems for the treatment of zero, one, more than one, and infinity in English grammar:
SYSTEM ONE:
Treat zero, one, and infinity as singular
SYSTEM TWO:
Introduce new English forms for zero (nullar) and infinity (plen-t-ar)
For zero, instead of adding an "s", drop the last letter. Thus "Comment" would become "Commen", "Bird" would become "Bir". there is a slight problem when dealing with words like "ho", as in "Nancy Pelosi's my ho". While you could easily say "I'm going to march in the pro-choice rally with a couple of my hos", it would be inconvenient to say "I'm sittin' here like a dang fool without a h"
For infinity, continue typing the last letter of the word until you get tired. Thus "Comment" would become "Commenttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt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Let's look at this from a grammatimathimatical standpoint. We have two grammatical numbers in English - singular and plural. And yet, as our good friends at Wikipedia explain (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plural), other languages have more numbers, and although Latvian is cited as having a "nullar" grammatical form for "zero", the use of singular or plural, alternatively depending on language, seems to be most common.
Now I'm with the Latvian's on this. If you're going to have a numerical grammatical form for one, and you have another for more than one, then you damn well better have another form for zero.
But, interestingly enough, none of the languages were cited as having a grammatical form for an infinite number. This seems, to me, to be a serious drawback to human communication.
Having raised my interest, I went on to check on something that had been bothering me for a while - did the Arabs invent zero? If so, it would dovetail with my theory that the arabs, being far more acquainted with nothingness, would naturally strive to get zero into math. Alas, my theory was blown out of the water like a Somali pirate. It turns out (according, again, to Wikipedia), that the arabs merely transmitted the Hindu use of zero in a decimal system to the Europeans. Zero, as a concept, had been with us for a long, long time, and had been independently developed by the Babylonians and Mayans (the greatest most peace loving people ever to walk the earth until they were eradicated by Spanish Catholics under the command of Donald Rumsfeld).
Still clinging to the last vestiges of my theory, I went on to research infinity. Alas, there was no similar thread of controversy for infinity. It seems that the arabs aren't taking credit for inventing it.
Back to my original problem. As always, I'm all about solutions. So I suggest two alternative systems for the treatment of zero, one, more than one, and infinity in English grammar:
SYSTEM ONE:
Treat zero, one, and infinity as singular
SYSTEM TWO:
Introduce new English forms for zero (nullar) and infinity (plen-t-ar)
For zero, instead of adding an "s", drop the last letter. Thus "Comment" would become "Commen", "Bird" would become "Bir". there is a slight problem when dealing with words like "ho", as in "Nancy Pelosi's my ho". While you could easily say "I'm going to march in the pro-choice rally with a couple of my hos", it would be inconvenient to say "I'm sittin' here like a dang fool without a h"
For infinity, continue typing the last letter of the word until you get tired. Thus "Comment" would become "Commenttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt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What It Is Like To Be A Bat
My eye to others might seem stern
My visage might seem grim
Furrows be upon my brow
My speech a somber hymn
My words might speak of doom and woe
My edicts seem malign
But all such things, necessities
For I can read the signs
It’s not the shame of other men
(Or most) who fail to see
What nature cruelly gifted us
(I mean, my friends and me)
For ‘tween the overt subterfuge
And mere complexity
The blinded and the blind still walk
And hearken not to me
So protest, if you will, the force
With which I steer your head
I brandish it with kindest heart
(a heart that’s often bled)
And think not that my grim façade
Conceals an unkind core
I hurt myself much more than you
When I must hurt you more
I take the wise man’s burden
Never my cross eschew
This task that’s laid upon me as
A better man than you
My visage might seem grim
Furrows be upon my brow
My speech a somber hymn
My words might speak of doom and woe
My edicts seem malign
But all such things, necessities
For I can read the signs
It’s not the shame of other men
(Or most) who fail to see
What nature cruelly gifted us
(I mean, my friends and me)
For ‘tween the overt subterfuge
And mere complexity
The blinded and the blind still walk
And hearken not to me
So protest, if you will, the force
With which I steer your head
I brandish it with kindest heart
(a heart that’s often bled)
And think not that my grim façade
Conceals an unkind core
I hurt myself much more than you
When I must hurt you more
I take the wise man’s burden
Never my cross eschew
This task that’s laid upon me as
A better man than you
Friday, February 02, 2007
Sherlock
Some idiot environmentalists are worried that we are biased in the benefits and subsidies we provide to cute and cuddly animals:
http://www.livescience.com/animalworld/070202_cute_animals.html
The fact that some turtleneck sweater-wearing fembot gets paid to worry about this crap is a clear sign that the human species is deserving of extinction - at least the liberal subset of that species. This reminds me of the need for various bumper stickers:
"Save the Polar Bears! Feed them Democrats."
"Impeach Pelosi (why wait for a reason)"
"If Liberals are open minded, why do they all think alike?"
"Retroactive Abortions for Kennedys"
http://www.livescience.com/animalworld/070202_cute_animals.html
The fact that some turtleneck sweater-wearing fembot gets paid to worry about this crap is a clear sign that the human species is deserving of extinction - at least the liberal subset of that species. This reminds me of the need for various bumper stickers:
"Save the Polar Bears! Feed them Democrats."
"Impeach Pelosi (why wait for a reason)"
"If Liberals are open minded, why do they all think alike?"
"Retroactive Abortions for Kennedys"
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
The Unknown God - Unmasked
The following snippet from the AP caught my attention:
"We know that the White House possesses documents that contain evidence of an attempt by senior administration officials to mislead the public by injecting doubt into the science of global warming and minimize the potential danger," Waxman said.
Question Authority. Change your mind to prove that you have one. Don't trust anyone over 30. Fight the Power.
But DO NOT QUESTION GLOBAL WARMING!
It's not a surprise at all that the champions of Science are blind dogmatists who violate every principle of the scientific method by establishing as law that which has not progressed beyond theory. These sad crusaders carry the banner of malthus in the vanguard of an army of the unwashed and ignorant - all screaming doom and catastrophe, and all unable to fathom their own drooling and servile obediance to a god of their own making.
"We know that the White House possesses documents that contain evidence of an attempt by senior administration officials to mislead the public by injecting doubt into the science of global warming and minimize the potential danger," Waxman said.
Question Authority. Change your mind to prove that you have one. Don't trust anyone over 30. Fight the Power.
But DO NOT QUESTION GLOBAL WARMING!
It's not a surprise at all that the champions of Science are blind dogmatists who violate every principle of the scientific method by establishing as law that which has not progressed beyond theory. These sad crusaders carry the banner of malthus in the vanguard of an army of the unwashed and ignorant - all screaming doom and catastrophe, and all unable to fathom their own drooling and servile obediance to a god of their own making.
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