Archive for August 2014
It’s a war, stupid!
Leave it to chess master turned activist Garry Kasparov to simply and bluntly explain Russia. Does anyon e in the West have both the intelligence and the balls to heed his warning and take his advice? His Oneness certainly does not.
Supercomputers discoveries…
Because they can process such a vast quantity of information in a fraction of the time a human would require, supercomputers can dig their way through thousands of pages of research and connect dots humans might never find. They are already proving useful tools in the medical field, so who knows what may be next?
Dunedin lemonade stand defended…
Dunedin, FL has no problem with a youngster’s lemonade stand, despite the repeated complaints of his crotchety old man neighbor. Do read about the neighbor’s list of complaints.
In a marvelously ironic turn, a tipster has helped karma land in the complainer’s front yard. It seems that he has been running a business out of his own home, thus avoiding the $45 business tax license and related paperwork. Here’s hoping the tip is accurate and that the city comes down on him like a ton of bricks!
Tom Durkin retiring…
If you’ve watched the Triple Crown or other famous horse races, you have no doubt heard Tom Durkin making the calls, just as he has been doing for four decades. I hope he’s hanging it up at 63 because he wants to, not because he has any health or other problems. He has made horse racing a pleasure to listen to.
A tear in the earth…
Now northwest Mexico has some angry earth, with a crack roughly 26 feet deep and 16 feet wide, and almost three-fourths of a mile long. As with the odd craters in Russia, geologists have a number of theories about the cause, but no answer. Fortunately the event is in a rural area rather than a heavily populated one like Mexico City, but I would have preferred the fissure open up beneath Putin or the Iranian ayatollahs, or the leaders of ISIS.
Slut walk…
Christine Sisto has penned a first-class slam of the Slut Walk, a now-annual performance displaying all the ills of militant feminism. Chief amongst them in my book, is the notion that a female should be able to dress like a hooker, act like a hooker, yet still expect to be treated with the respect one should accord to the Queen of England. When you have distilled your essence down to sheer insanity, how much respect do you deserve? Not much. If you apparently have no respect for yourself, how much should others have for you? Very little.
A garage as thanks…
The Amish are justly famous for their barn-raisings, but now they are going to build a garage for the Stinson family, who returned two kidnapped sisters to their home this month. The Stinson’s garage had burned down while they were on vacation.
Fashion as defense…
Three cheers to the four male students at North Carolina State University who have developed a prototype for a new nail polish line that changes color when it comes into contact with date rape drugs. Let’s all hope that Undercover Colors not only does good, but is well-compensated for its brilliant notion.
Of course, the eternally aggrieved feminist response is that this invention somehow encourages the rape culture. That’s about the same reaction that group has to suggestions of self-defense courses or firearms. Why do feminists find so offensive the notion that women should take care of themselves?