Saturday Bag o’ Brewskis
Some subjects are so radioactive whoever touches them throws up, goes bald, and dies.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Because we can’t be trusted to run our own lives
Some subjects are so radioactive whoever touches them throws up, goes bald, and dies.
“However, despicable human scum Jang, who was worse than a dog, perpetrated thrice-cursed acts of treachery in betrayal of such profound trust and warmest paternal love shown by the party and the leader for him.”
Seriously, if they don’t fire Richard Cohen after this, they might as well ask for Obama’s birth certificate and endorse the Tea Party.
Donna’s old Dell died this week, and last night we ordered a new MacBook Pro to replace it. Slowly but surely, Macs are edging out PCs around these parts. Four or even three years ago, if someone had told me we’d ever drink Steve Jobs’ Koolaid, I’d have scoffed. But then I got an iPad, […]
I haven’t been blogging about current events. Consequently, I feel bottled up. It’s time to pop the cap and let some pressure out. First, the bag on the left. Normally when I write one of these Bag o’ Whatever posts I try to connect the bag graphic to the theme of the post. The fact […]
I think we’ve all accepted in our hearts the notion that when we tap into the public electronic network … by landline or cell phone, by using credit and debit cards, by sending email, by paying bills online, by surfing the net and downloading or uploading files … we have no expectation of privacy.
What scares me is the thought that when law enforcement agencies have military hardware, firepower, and training, they’ll inevitably cook up reasons to use it.
That’s a speed enforcement camera. The reason you can’t see it is because someone put a bag over it. This rebellion against the police state happened in England; click on the photo to learn more. Here in Tucson we have speed enforcement and red light cameras: they’re not yet everywhere but we’re getting there. Just […]