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PowerLine offers a weekly display of on-point humor for our enjoyment,  and sometimes,  our edification.    This is  an especially nice bunch,  so enjoy!

Bigfoot marketing…

Realtors are endlessly creative when it comes to marketing properties they want to sell.  Million dollar homes offer the same bowl of amenities,  so you really need something to juice up the offering.   Bigfoot  enjoying the  place might do the trick,  don’t you think?

 

 

From the…

…archives of PowerLine,  enjoy some  on-point  cartoons and pix.

 

 

I wish I…

…had met “Uncle Bunky ” before he died.  Randall Jacobs’s  obituary was  written by a nephew  and has gone viral because it is screamingly funny and captures a nonconformist character who seemed to have lived quite a life.  It rings true because the last Bunky-ism he declared was “I’m ready for the dirt nap.”  I’m certain a lot of people thought he was an alarming bad-ass,  but I’ve know my share and found them mostly to be good people who just lived uncommon lives.

Social distancing 101…

The correct space for social distancing is six feet.   On my infrequent grocery store runs during the geriatric grocery hour,  most people are somewhere between three and six feet apart,  which reminds me that few people today grow up on ranches or farms,  where being able to estimate distances is an acquired and required skill.

Leon County,  Florida has apparently observed the same thing,  so has created  a helpful tool  to enable people to observe correct separations.   Your average alligator is about six feet long,  so the math works.

Please bear in mind that this was an amusing nudge to people.  The truth is that if you’re twenty feet from an average gator,  you won’t react fast enough to outrun it.   These critters may look awkward,  but they are extremely quick off the mark,  and very fast for a couple of hundred yards.  Being cold-blooded,  they are tired out at that point,  but quite a number of creatures have failed to realize that few things can escape a gator at one hundred feet.  Thanks to Leon County for injecting some much-needed humor into a situation which,  though very serious,  is not the end-times as Democrats and big media would have you believe.

Proper responses…

I doff my hat to the owner of an amusement arcade in England,  who has removed  the toys  from the claw machines and replaced them with toilet paper,  hand sanitizer and other sanitary necessities.   His creativity and sense of humor are to be admired,  enjoyed,  and emulated.   The Italians are basically in lockdown,  but they are filling their neighborhoods  with song,  either all as a chorus,  or balcony to balcony,  with voices and with instruments.   It’s so…..Italian,  isn’t it?   Be  inspired by  it.   We can’t all sing or work a musical instrument,  but you can play your favorite tunes as a calmative or a simple bright spot in an otherwise dreary time.   There are ways to stay together even when you must be apart.   Even at a  WalMart stripped  of toilet paper.

And the finest response on coronavirus is from a California garbageman, who  sees the  situation as serious,  but not insurmountable.  We should all aspire to his courage and steadfastness.   It is a measured,  adult example of thoughtfulness and consideration.  It also brings to mind that we should value garbagemen as greatly as we do philosophers,  a  la John  Gardner.   Ready?

 

Humorous signs…

Enjoy this  small array  of pix of amusing signs  —  professional and not —  from all over.   My favorite is the batteries.

 

 

Capitalist comedy…

I have long contended that progressives are humorless, and my theory has been proven repeatedly.    Conservatives can be genuinely funny,  and Tim Allen’s character on “Last Man Standing” employs it when trying to teach an exchange student about capitalism.   The character does a nearly perfect job,  and you should  watch it  for your amusement.   For more entertainment,  forward it to some of your liberal friends.

 

 

Pigeons for Trump…

Pigeons United To Interfere Now,  or PUTIN,  as the group shortens it,  glued  tiny little  MAGA hats on pigeons and released them in downtown Las Vegas the afternoon of the Democratic debate.   My favorite is the one they glued a teeny orange wig to.   Don’t worry — they used eyelash glue,  which  loses its grip in a day or so.

 

 

Ugliness revealed…

Liberals and progressives have long suffered from a lack of true humor.   They laugh at others,  generally those suffering from misfortune.  If the subject has views they disagree with,  the humor becomes ever more brutal.  I thought His Oneness was a terrible president,  dangerous in his lies and using government agencies to attack his enemies,  but I never wished him dead.   The Left wants Rush  Limbaugh dead  and has no hesitation about saying so, with some not even pretending  it’s wrapped up in a joke.

President  Trump has  tweeted encouragement.   I think Brian Joondeph speaks for all of  us here.   Bear in mind that Limbaugh is a  former smoker,  having quit decades before.   Quitting is no guarantee you’ll avoid cancer,  but it certainly ups the odds,  so why not help yourself?   Of course I say this as a former smoker who was never addicted to nicotine  —  I just put them down one day and never picked them up again.   I hope you do the same.

Along  with Joseph  Farah,  I hope El Rusbo not only beats his lung cancer,  but that he recovers at warp speed and goes on walloping the other side for another 30 or 40 years.   I will  pray for  Rush,  like so many millions of his listeners.  You know you are extremely effective when your enemies are left with nothing but hate and death wishes.  Rush Limbaugh certainly knows this,  just as he knows his fate  is ultimately  in God’s hands,  a position he seems quite comfortable with.