Monthly Archives: February 2009

Stupidity plain and simple

Finally, a reason surfaces for Ontario Bill 117

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A pair of dumbasses want to divorce and cause each other some anxiety along the way. Of course, whether it’s about motorcycles or people pissing each other off, what does it matter to the two of them?

“I’ll fix that son of a bitch by making sure he gets as little quality time to bond with our son as he can get,” she thinks.

In my daily parenting plight, I have recently had a new situation cross my path, which has served to be both alarming and perplexing. To make a long story as concise as possible, my soon to be ex-husband has decided, to my chagrin, that my son Liam (8 years old) should be a regular passenger on his motorcycle. -Katherine Mellor

I strongly suspect the ex-husband/father is a few bricks short of a load too. I’m sure he probably knew that putting their eight-year-old on the back of his motorcycle in the midst of a divorce would piss his old lady off to no end.

Now an entire province will pay with Bill 117, preventing anyone 14 and under from riding on the back of a motorcycle.

Link to article here.

My earlier post on the subject here.

Stupidity plain and simple

This will certainly get the illiterate hordes of the Islamic world

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and their collective tongue wagging.

This book is primarily directed to the people of the three major religions of the world (Islam, Judaism and Christianity), whose roots are in the God of Abraham.

No doubt about it.

The market is greatly restricted, since the work is published in English, Dutch, Italian, French and Spanish only. Although, something does tell me that it’s not going to be a best-seller, no matter the language.

Politics, Stupidity plain and simple

Something foul stuck to the roof of your mouth?

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Canada Food Inspection Agency list of contaminated products from the Peanut Corp. of America in Georgia, including pet food products. About a third of the way down the page is the list of products manufactured in America.

Even though federal health officials have begun a criminal investigation into whether the Peanut Corporation of America deliberately sold contaminated products, the government still needed the company’s permission last week before announcing a huge recall of its products. —NYTimes online

Link to NYTimes online article here.

The FDA needed the permission of the Peanut Corp. of America prior to announcing a peanut product recall because the product was contaminated with salmonella? WTF is with that? Even that backwater nation known as Canada published the list of contaminated products from Peanut Corp. of America before the FDA had “permission”.

Let’s see now…

Salmonella? Can’t be. No way. Let’s see what the Peanut Corp. of America says about it first before we actually do anything. Quote: “Peanut Corporation of America will update this page as facts dictate.”

Really? I think they mean that they’ll publish an update after they dictate to the FDA what will be said.

It would seem the eight-year long nightmare the world was having isn’t over yet. But then, nothing so involved would ever truly happen overnight — unless it too was a nightmare.

Politics

NAACP President and CEO Benjamin Todd Jealous

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President and CEO?

Perhaps he could start à la Bill Cosby by suggesting that some go out and get an actual education, stop talking gibberish (if you all will pardon the pun), pull their pants up, put on a belt, tie their shoelaces and be responsible.

See? I’m all for change too — whoever they is. Or are.

…several issues for Obama to address during his first year in office, including double-digit black unemployment… — seattletimes.nwsource.com online

Link here.

Stupidity plain and simple

Sometimes, I should just shut up, or,

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how I talked myself into a speeding ticket.

Back in the ’70s…

I was north of Valentine, Nebraska. It was cloudy. Cold. A north wind was blowing. It was early spring, if I remember right. I was headed south on U.S. 83. I was speeding. A lot.

Lights in the rearview. Siren. The whole shebang.

-Hello, officer.

-Yeah.

-That fast? I didn’t think this would go that fast.

-Yeah, it’s cold all right.

-I’m headed down the road a bit into Valentine to get warmed up.

-No, not overnight. I’m trying to make Vegas.

And that, dear reader, was my instant downfall. I could tell by the sudden flash of recognition that actually crossed his entire face. I was a goner. He knew I had cash, and he was going to get some of it for the municipality of Valentine. Right now.

He wrote me up for something like 75 in a 60, then handed me the ticket and told me that I could mail in the money today if I wanted to. Not being a complete dummy, I acquiesced and put a wad of cash into an envelope, which he watched me seal and that I held onto. He told me to follow him into Valentine and to pull up behind him at a mailbox, where he took the envelope from me and then dropped it into the box.

End of story.

Did the cash end up in Valentine’s coffers?

I have no idea.

Did I think of phoning city hall to find out?

Not at all.

Would I today, if it happened the same way?

You betcha.

And ever since, when I’m north of Valentine, I try to keep it to 5 over.

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Lost wages. The City That Never Sleeps. Circus Circus was going to be my destination. Or maybe Caesar’s Palace. Neither of which happened. First stop: a liquor store. I ended up drunk in some two-story with orange paint around the door frames and windows. Damned if I can remember the name of the place. I think it started with an S. Or maybe a B.

Or not.

Anyone else know the name of the place?

I can’t ask my buddy. He’s dead now.

I know we had one helluva time, because we left there broke and hung over like the sons of bitches that we both were back then — but not before we spent our last twenties at two whorehouses on the way by.