What’s in Paul’s grab bag? Unconnected thoughts and short observations which don’t rate separate blog posts, but when aggregated together might amount to something:
Some of My Best Friends Are Negroes NASCAR Fans
You may have seen my earlier NASCAR post. I swear, they must put something in those $10 beers. Here’s an ESPN reporter asking a black NASCAR pit crew member to tap dance for the cameras. I shit you not.
On a related note, you may enjoy this video clip of Stephen Colbert taking Laura Ingraham apart over her use of “heinous hackneyed racial stereotypes” in her most recent book.
We Don’t Care How They Do It in New York
Next time you feel like dumping on New York City, ask yourself these simple questions.
Who Said This?
Should any political party attempt to abolish social security, unemployment insurance, and eliminate labor laws and farm programs, you would not hear of that party again in our political history. There is a tiny splinter group, of course, that believes you can do these things. Among them are a few Texas oil millionaires, and an occasional politician or business man from other areas. Their number is negligible and they are stupid.
Riding my bicycle along the Catalina Highway this morning, I rolled over a tack and got a flat tire. This is the second time it’s happened, and the tack (yes, that’s it — click on the photo to enlarge) is identical to the one that flattened another bike tire two months ago. I’m convinced now that some asshole is throwing tacks from a moving car onto the bike lanes alongside Catalina Highway. There are a lot of anti-bicycling mouth-breathers around these parts, witness the recent brouhaha I blogged about here. Wouldn’t be surprised if some of the same people are involved.
Not Just Unique, but Very Unique
Listening to NPR this morning, I heard a local segment about U of A scientists who claim to have genetically modified a mosquito to be “100% resistant” to the malaria virus. Hmmm. One of these things does not go with the other. My bicycle tubes are supposed to be “puncture resistant,” and I’ve learned to my sorrow what that’s worth. Did the reporter mean to say “immune,” or did he mean “more resistant”?
I am the word police, and I am on the case.
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