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Friday, October 24, 2014

The Public School Polka


A Mobile, Ala., mom says school officials forced her daughter to sign a contract promising not to commit suicide or harm others after the kindergartner "drew something that resembled a gun," then pointed a crayon at another kid and said "pew, pew!"

5-year-old Elizabeth was sent home after school officials made her take a questionnaire evaluating her for suicidal thoughts, then had her sign the safety contract promising to contact an adult if she was thinking of suicide or homicide.

I'm not even sure what to say. I'm having difficulty getting my brain to operate in the World of Abject Stupidity in which these school administrators apparently live.



Friday Timewaster

Asteroids. You know what to do.



Thursday, October 23, 2014

Hear! Hear!

Finally! A talking head with whom I can agree:

Fox News host and former Victoria's Secret model claims 'hot' young women are usually ignorant and should NOT vote or be allowed on juries because 'they don't get it'

Yes, and it's not just "hot young women"; the key word in the that sentence is "young." Twenty-one was a viable voting age 200 years ago. It is not viable today, even less so 18.

At 18 years of age, people are still trying to figure out how to act like adults (note that I said "act like," not "be"). Their highest priority is who they're going to sleep with and how soon that will happen. You know it, I know it, everybody knows it, because we've all been there. I voted once while in the Corps, and only then because the battalion commander browbeat us into "doing our civic duty." Those rare exceptions of truly politically-aware teens don't compensate for the damage caused by the 99% running in the herd.

The young are ignorant and naive of the world, prime targets for manipulative people. People like politicians. It is, of course, too late to do anything about it in the United States. Any proposal that infringes upon the absolute blanket universal suffrage which the Donks and Trunks have spent over a century carefully crafting will be shouted down by the aforementioned manipulators, with the Democrats -- primary predators on the young and naive -- leading the charge. Hell, I'm surprised they haven't tried to lower the voting age to 16, under the "logic" that if you're old enough to drive, you're old enough to vote. Give it another fifty years and the logic will be that if you're old enough to have an orgasm, you're old enough to vote. Idiocracy, here we come.

No, as nice as the thought of comprehensive electoral reform might be, it's not going to happen. Frankly, we're fucked. The country has sailed too far down Shit River. We're caught in the current and we're hearing the first rumblings of the cataracts ahead.


There's an app for that... unfortunately:

PhotoMath is the world’s first ‘camera calculator’. Point your smartphone’s camera towards a mathematical expression and PhotoMath instantly displays a correct result, also showing the step by step process it used to arrive at the answer.

Oh, goodie! Just what we needed; another way for the slackers to cheat their way through math classes. We already have people with bachelor degrees in engineering showing up in the workplace without a clue how to apply basic trigonometry in practical problem solving. Now they'll be arriving sans algebra and geometry skills, as well. Besides, who wants to endure all those tough math courses when you can take A Gender-Neutral Multicultural History of Underwater Lesbian Negro Basketweavers instead?

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Rise of the Pretend Men

Mind-bogglingly daft:

As you’ve probably noticed over the years, women’s colleges tend to be taken over by lesbians. As a young lady told me on New Year’s Eve 1981 in Manzanillo, she’d transferred from Smith College to Stanford because she liked men, which made her unpopular at Smith. Expensive female-only colleges like Smith and Wellesley have traditionally provided a protected sandbox where lesbian feminists who feel the urge to dominate other people, but can’t compete in leadership charisma with men, can control more docile girls without fear of the pretty girls being distracted by genuine boys.

But in recent years, an arms race has set in at women’s colleges, with a few attention-seeking lesbians declaring themselves to be “men.” Even though academic dogma says that gender is just a social construct with no biological basis, some of these “trans-men” shoot up with male hormones, and a few even have had themselves surgically mutilated.

Not surprisingly, their testosterone doses make them even more aggressive and effective at imposing themselves upon campus culture.

For example, at Wellesley a girl announced she was a boy named Timothy and became the only candidate running for multicultural affairs coordinator. Some Wellesley women started a campaign anonymously (fearing retribution from ferocious trans activists if they dared reveal their names) to abstain from voting for Timothy on the grounds that:

"Of all the people at a multiethnic women’s college who could hold the school’s “diversity” seat, the least fitting one was a white man [sic]."

Got all that? The woman who hated men and went to a women-only college so she could be around fellow lesbians decides that she wants to be a man so she can intimidate the lesbians.

That girl doesn't need to be in college, she needs to be in an insane asylum. Literally. In daily treatment. She's harboring a dangerously out-of-control inferiority complex.

On the bright side, the hard left are now eating their own, so... cheers!

How to lift a bike

*bleeping* *bleep* wh*bleep* mot*bleep*fuc*bleep* *bleepity-bleepin-bleep*

Hat-tip to Jeff W.


Motorized skates. What could possibly go wrong?

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Raise the drawbridge

John Derbyshire holds forth on our current self-inflicted crises:

The terrorist menace? Sensible border control and immigration policies would nullify, or at least minimize it. We are fools to allow settlement by Muslims. We shouldn’t even give visitor’s visas to them. Sure, sure: Very few Muslims are terrorists. Practically all terrorists are Muslims, though: there’s your raison d’état. Or there it would be, if we were still grown-up enough to acknowledge the concept of raison d’état.

And now, this ebola business. The Director of the Centers for Disease Control made a speech that was incoherent and stupid even by the dismal standards of today’s public officials. The gist of it, insofar as any gist could be extracted, was that restrictions on travel between one country and another are evil, and also fruitless:

"When a wildfire breaks out we don’t fence it off. We go in to extinguish it before one of the random sparks sets off another outbreak somewhere else."

One word, sir: firebreak.

Our government has apparently decided that it would be—gasp! swoon!—racist to ban incoming flights from West Africa, thereby declaring national adherence to the doctrine I once characterized as “better dead than rude.”

My reaction to both situations, the MENA mayhem and the ebola epidemic, is: Raise the drawbridge!

The fortunes of Kurds and Yazidis are of no importance to the U.S.A. It’s nothing to us whether Iraq remains one nation or splits into three. Syria, Libya, Yemen, Afghanistan: these trash can nations will never have any constitutional government, nor any economic, military, or cultural significance. Leave them alone, or at the mercy of their neighbors, to work out their own destinies. They are nothing to us.

Likewise with West Africa. The entire effect on the U.S.A. of a total ban on contacts with Liberia, Guinea, and Sierra Leone would be a rise in the price of chocolate—not exactly an existential threat.

Raise the drawbridge!

Indeed. Then ready the boiling oil and crank the windlasses. They may laugh at our perverted and useless immigration controls, but we can quickly instill into them a mortal terror of Colt and cordite.



Frito-Lay says "Wasabi Ginger" won its contest that gives people a chance to create a new flavor [of potato chips]...

Which begs the question, what the hell was the flavor it went up against? Dog Turd Sprinkles? Nope:

...beating out the coffee-flavored chips and the two other finalists — "Mango Salsa" and "Cheddar Bacon Mac & Cheese."

Okay, coffee-flavored potato chips is disgusting. No question. Mango salsa I can take or leave. Mostly leave. But are you seriously suggesting that wasabi ginger beat out bacon mac-n-cheese? In AMERICA?! WTF is wrong with you people?

Ram Krishnan, Frito-Lay's chief marketing officer, said this year's winner is evidence Americans want more ethnic flavors, even though the top four Lay's flavors remain Original, Barbecue, Cheddar & Sour Cream and Sour Cream & Onion. He said he couldn't have imagined Lay's selling a Wasabi Ginger flavor when he joined the company eight years ago.

"We're kind of getting into a new flavor territory," Krishnan said. "When I went to school, Mexican food was exotic."

When did you go to school, the middle ages?

Winning flavors in other countries include "Pizza" in Saudi Arabia, "Shrimp" in Egypt, "Sunday Roast" in New Zealand, "Pickled Cucumber" in Serbia and "Aline's Caesar Salad" in Australia.

Caesar salad potato chips. Oh dear God. Excuse me for a minute...

Congratulations, Australia: you found something that's more disgusting than wasabi ginger.

That was easy...

Starting a diesel-engined British motorcycle. Skip to 1:16 to witness the arduous and time-honored ritual of trying to get British-made machinery to function. Hey, it only takes four or five minutes, and you get a workout at the same time! Which is nice, since you're all huffin' and puffin' when that huge cloud of nasty, black smoke comes shooting out as the engine finally catches. Taste those fumes, baby!

And I thought the gas-powered British bikes were crap...

Eye Candy

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Monday, October 20, 2014

Usurping Moral Authority

Your Dad Is Not Hitler:

A few weeks ago I noticed the following slogan painted on the walls of a supermarket in France: Hitler, Sarko—même combat [Hitler, Sarkosy—same battle]

Not surprising, of course. The French electorate is even more willfully ignorant than the American version, if you can credit that. What caught my attention was a few paragraphs on:

The person who painted the slogan was most likely a spoiled brat who had never suffered any real oppression himself; he was well enough educated to know something of the Nazi era, but he simply had no imaginative insight into the possible depths or miseries of human experience.

On the other hand, he would probably thirst greedily to suffer, as if envious of those who had drunk at the real well of misery. No one, especially the young, likes to admit that his discontents with the world are actually quite petty by comparison with the terrible sufferings of others, past, present, and no doubt to come; and so he magnifies his own sufferings to make them seem more like those of true sufferers. The minor inconveniences of life under Sarkozy are therefore magnified preposterously and equated to the sufferings of occupied France (which were themselves mild by comparison with those of the occupation of Poland).

In other words, there is an unattractive egotism and grandiosity in the slogan. There is an envy of suffering because suffering is supposed to confer moral authority on the sufferer, which is not available to those who merely think about suffering without experience of its worst forms. The syllogism is as follows: the suffering have moral authority; I have moral authority; therefore I suffer.

That describes something which is obvious yet so very subtle in its nature. There are valuable lessons to be learned from pain and deprivation. The problem we're running into with the modern Left is that rather than put themselves into a situation where they might experience those things in even minimal degrees, and thus have some provenance for their views and professed ideals, they simply usurp the moral authority via perversion of historical context. I strongly suspect this behavior is rooted, at some subconscious level, in the realization that exposure to true hardship would radically alter their worldviews, almost certainly away from Leftism. They thus decide that it is better to protest in ignorance than to learn the truth, to loudly shout down anyone who questions their qualifications rather than debate in calm voice.

Having traveled to several countries formerly under communist rule, I can tell you this for certain: not one person I met in those places who was alive at the time of that rule expressed the least desire to return to that state of affairs; the vast majority were rabidly anti-communist. They learned their lessons from hardship and their moral authority on the subject of communism is certified, unlike the anonymous leftist coward who spray painted his opinion of a French politician on a supermarket wall. One wonders if the vandal is even aware that such behavior in a communist country would result in his removal from society -- and quite possibly from the planet.

Friday, October 17, 2014

A Czar here, a Czar there

Dumbo appointed a career Donk bureaucrat and political flunky as "Ebola Czar." Well, that'll fix it right up...

Fucking useless douchebags.

It's the Drinkend!

More seasonal beer, this time one to prep you for Halloween: Blue Moon Brewing Company's Caramel Apple Spiced Ale. Not nearly as sweet as it sounds, with a nice aftertaste.

Za vashe zdorovye!

That's not a plane...

Breathless in the press over flying Muzzies:

Reliable resource reported to SOHR that Islamic State organization has [captured] 3 warplanes that can fly and maneuver. These warplanes are expected to be MiG 21 and 23. Officers from the Iraqi dissolved army, who are also members in the Islamic State Organization, have overseen the training of some militants in order to be able to lead [sic] these aircrafts...

And? So what? You know what happens when MiG-21s or MiG-23s run up against any remotely modern Western aircraft? They explode. The MiG-21 is a 1960s-era interceptor which relies on ground control intercept radar nets to find targets, a system which ISIS don't have and couldn't operate even if they did. Even if one of them got off the ground on a sortie, it would be shot down less than sixty seconds after it went airborne, was detected by AWACS, handed off to a JSTARS, and assigned as a target package to the nearest F-15 CAP. They may as well throw rocks, because it would be exactly as effective.

The MiG-23 is a 1970s multi-role fighter which was outdated in 1982 when Tomcats from the U.S.S. Kennedy introduced two Libyan MiG-23s to the bottom of the Mediterranean Sea. The only thing either of the MiGs is good for today is blowing up stationary ground targets -- and rather inaccurately at that.

The only mission which ISIS could accomplish in either of these aircraft is bombing their fellow Muslims. Once again, I'm not seeing the problem. Hell, we should ask the Soviets (sorry, I mean the Russians; I get confused with Tsar Putin in charge) to sell them some more bombs.


And you thought the drying paint was boring...

Thug Life

This troop of ghetto monkeys in New Orleans stole a cell phone, then used it to take this oh-so-cool photo of themselves... which photo obligingly uploaded to the phone owner's cloud account and was turned over to the police. Piclick to read all about these future tax burdens.

Comic News Network

Oh hardy-har-har:

Americans are suffering from "Fearbola," a "hyper-contagious disease that affects the brain, making sufferers fear a widespread Ebola outbreak in the United States," according to CNN’s Mel Robbins.

Citing a Washington Post-ABC News poll that found two-thirds of Americans are worried about an Ebola outbreak and think the U.S. isn’t doing enough to make sure that doesn’t happen, Robbins talked about how Fearbola is spread.

“Fearbola is an airborne disease that spreads through conversation, entering your brain through your ears. Fearbola is so contagious that some victims have contracted it by simply seeing images and videos about Ebola,” Robbins wrote. “Once inside your body, Fearbola attacks the part of the brain responsible for rational thinking.”

Oh, Mel... U SO FUNNY! Hey, you know what I'm afflicted by? A lack of leadership in Washington, aided and abetted by the total abandonment of duties assigned by our Constitution to the fourth estate -- that'd be you, Mel buddy. Obama could walk out of his office holding the disembodied head of a toddler in one hand, a bloody axe in the other, and you pathetic pack of sycophantic Democrat dicksuckers in the press would immediately start talking about how we have too many toddlers and a lack of empathy for axe murderers.

Fucking useless douchebags.

Friday Timewaster

Procedural Realms, an innovative Multi-User Dungeon (MUD), with a "map" as the text prompt. The world is 1,000 x 1,000 rooms -- meaning there are a million locations in the game, plus randomly generated dungeons which disappear and are replaced elsewhere when cleared.

If you've never MUDded before, don't worry; it's ridiculously easy to get into. You don't even need a client; just click on the link, type in a character name and a password, and you're up and running. Type 'help commands' (sans quote marks) on the command line for a list of commands. The red asterisks are monsters, (called 'mobiles' in a MUD). Kill 'em and take their stuff. You'll also see hints pop up as you move around (using n, s, e, w) and you can always ask other players for help.

Right, off you go.



Thursday, October 16, 2014

Thursday Tunes

Ascent by Peter Kater, a lovely piano piece. That rolling sustain with the right hand while playing the melody with the left? Yeah, I can't do that. I've tried. It is, in fact, one of a great many cool things I can't do on a piano. I'm glad somebody can, though.