A little while ago I posted the gross story of sex, dogs, and videotape. As noted, the dogs were initially sentenced to a mere severe punishment than the allegedly more intelligent humans.
Well, justice has prevailed. The dogs are going to live.
Not sure if I’d want them in my house but. given the choice between the people or the dogs, I’d have to go with the dogs.
Hand it to the highly educated fundamentalists (in this case Islamic)–reality stood in the way of their beliefs and they bludgeoned through anyway. How can you argue that a fly can’t evolve a steel hook in its belly?
I’m probably the only person in America who missed Janet’s nipple rings during the 2004 Super Bowl. I wasn’t expecting it and certainly wasn’t expecting this:
I’m sure prudes of the world are screaming–of course, it’s all that Illinois Muslim’s fault!
The journalistic trend to identify the breed of dog that a sex-offender was breeding with continues. [Safe for work link to story.]
Again, an immediate relative contacts police (in this case, making a citizen’s arrest.)
I guess I’m going through life with blinders but there’s a lot of things that have no erotic appeal to me whatsoever. I’m not a prude–hey, I’ve been in porn flicks–but if this fella can’t find an interested woman (or man or in-between), wouldn’t a magazine be a better choice than a bulldog?
In the words of Homer J. Simpson, “Television. Friend. Teacher. Secret Lover.” Better choice than a dog, I’d have to say.
And hasn’t he ever heard of cold showers. Or thinking of Janet Reno naked. That chills my blood to Puritanical levels.
But enough of that, I should just thank the media for pointing out that it was a bulldog. I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I had to wonder if it might be a Weimaraner.
A history of socialism on Mars, via George Basalla’s Civilized Life in the Universe: Scientists on Intelligent Extraterrestrials. Oxford University Press, 2006:
In 1907 Edward H. Clement, the editor of the Boston Telegraph wrote an extended poem called “The Gospel from Mars.” It asked humanity to reject war and work together as the Martians did to make their planet-wide canals.
Because a one-world canal system would imply a one-world government, Clement believed such an effort was inherently socialist and joked that Mars was red to reflect its socialist nature. He sent his work to Percival Lowell who was appalled.
Lowell had more of a conservative mindset: against women’s right to vote, labor unions, immigration, statehood for Arizona (apparently a hotbed of socialism) but in favor of the death penalty. He was also vigorously against Prohibition so he’s okay in my book. (For a product of his time, he really was a pretty decent guy–WWI devastated him.)
Lowell, needless to say, didn’t think his beloved Martians were pinkos and opposed One World Government on any planet.
However, from what he saw of Mars, it seemed clear that Martians had a system of unbroken canals all around their world. He countered Clement that the Martians lived in an extreme social Darwinistic society with the workers obeying the high elite or perishing. Kinda like Galt’s Gulch for non-humans. Or like Galt’s Gulch.
Sadly, further inspection of the canals showed them to be natural formations (at least according to most inspections). No socialist or Randian aliens are currently known to exist but scientists are scanning the heavens as I write.
Keep watching the skis.
Alligators no longer rule the United States. The mice have seized control. Sending soft-ball sizes shock troops into an area, none dare oppose them. Resistance will be met with horrific assault by their air force. Do not try to shoot them with .44 magnums–they’ll only toss the bullets back at you.
All hail the mice!
For your consideration: a typical Anderson Kroger deli customer.
Actually I don’t know if this guy ever ordered deli meat at all. Maybe he’s a vegetarian or draws nutrients from the air.
But he does remind me of many customers back when I was slicing meat for the deli.
Many people think that residents of Anderson are all rich snobs. I believe Mr. Smallwood can help dispel that assumption. Anderson is like Washington D.C. A mixture of snobs and rednecks. Neither group making for ideal person to wait on.
So, ladies and Gentlemen, from my neck of the woods: Mr. Gregory Smallwood! Let’s see you make a bad pun out of that!
Recently this blog is a dumping ground for stories of weird sexual behavior and my griping about Devilboy (he just broke the DVD player). I wouldn’t have bothered with this one except that it happened within walking distance of my place and his face looks familiar.
Ohio town is split over cross-burning preacher/teacher.
So he didn’t burn crosses in the KKK-sense but used a device to burn them on students’ arms. Oh, that’s okay then.
It’s not an issue that he had a Bible (or it shouldn’t be) but what he did with it. If he owned a copy of the Bible, Koran, Dianetics, or Satanic Bible and kept it on school grounds, I’d support him. If he used any of them to preach to class, I’d fire him. (Although if he burnt any sort of image on students’ arms, I’d say books become a non-issue.)
The sad thing is that his supporters aren’t denying that they have special rights, they’re revelling in it and demanding that tax-payers chip in. “Equal rights, not special rights” is only a bad thing when applied to someone else.
I’ve got the kindest obit for George Carlin–today, with Jesse Helm’s death, humanity has regained a sense of balance.
Back when I was a legal editor, I worked for a number of good towns. Pompano Beach, Florida; most everywhere in Texas; Pittsburgh (excluding their football team); plenty of fine people working for great American municipalities.
Then there were the others. Carmel, Indiana. Anywhere in Orange County, California. Ohio cities that needed state law updates. And Monroe, North Carolina. Monroe, the hometown to Jesse Helms.
I don’t know if the atmosphere of Monroe warped the young Jesse or if it was his legacy that warped the town but I do know that memories of Monroe make me glad I’m no longer working legal.
Still, I can think of two reasons to feel sorry for his passing. First, it happened on July 4. More appropriate would be June 6 at 6:00 a.m. Second, that he died this year. The world would be a better place if he’d gone fifty years ago.
I’ve decided life would be so much easier for me if I became a fanatic, spouting out about the end of creation.
I remember when I was in college and the Jehovah Witnesses used to wake me up at 7:30 on Saturdays to ask for donations to the Watch Tower. I wish I had that energy.
Devilboy who has more energy than all the Jehovah Witnesses put together, including Prince and Michael Jackson, was up all last night. One of his classic moves is to wake up screaming from a nightmare, run in back, and say something like, “Don’t be scared. It’s not a monster. It’s me!” Then he’ll start kicking me in the back and babbling nonsensically for hours.
I braved the storm and eventually he fell asleep between 6 and 7 in the morning (just about witnessing time). I at least got a few hours of sleep. My wife gave up at 5:20 and has been up since then.
I’m hoping it gets better when the sun goes down earlier.
And I just thought of it but what about the Mormons? I see them riding bikes all the time now on missionary journeys but they never talked to me back in the old days. They must have smelled the beer and kept on walking.
