End Times: Sign # 32
You want to whinge about living in a politically correct society? Boys, you should live in Norway! Credit where credit’s due: Boing Boing.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
The form of the destructor
You want to whinge about living in a politically correct society? Boys, you should live in Norway! Credit where credit’s due: Boing Boing.
This is revealing: “If the town complains and says no, the committee can ask the principal or the director of teachers to approach the teacher and say, ‘Look, this is not the subject to be taught here in this town, or in this place, because we know we have been humans from the beginning, ‘” […]
We watched The Da Vinci Code last night. They say the critics jeered and laughed at the film when it was shown at Cannes. Okay, maybe it wasn’t brilliant, but it was solid and entertaining. I didn’t hear anyone laughing. Well, actually, I laughed, but just a little. And only at this one part (stop […]
Since I’m working the early shift this month, I get to spend time with Donna in the afternoons. Today, though, we’re doing different things: I’m checking e-mail in the office while she embroiders hash hats in the sewing room. She’s got the TV on in there, listening to Doctor Phil while she works. And what […]
Several months ago, I bitched about the empty-headed celebrity chitchat that passes for “news” on NBC’s Today show. My complaints are usually ineffectual, and this was no exception: my wife still watches Today on the bedroom TV every morning. Then as now, as I brush my teeth in the adjoining bathroom, I’m an involuntary listener. […]
On the matter of Stanley “Tookie” Williams, Crips street gang co-founder and convicted murderer who was executed in California early this morning, I look into my soul and can’t find an ounce of outrage. Simply put, I’m not opposed to the death penalty. I’m not opposed to retribution. I’m not opposed, that is, so long […]
Reference 8 Yellow Snow’s trucker rant: Almost all truckers are paid by the mile. Mile hauling cargo, that is. They don’t earn a cent dead-heading home, waiting for assigned loading dock times, sitting idle in blizzards or bumper-to-bumper traffic, stopping for meals, filling out paperwork and log books, or pulling over for mandatory rest periods. […]
At the bus barn the other morning, some of the drivers were talking about the recent police beating of Robert Davis in New Orleans. As in “He had it coming,” “You know he was asking for it,” “Too bad the horse didn’t stomp his ass too.” Okay, so I work with racists. Who doesn’t? Had […]