By What Standard?
Pretty Brazen
A particularly awful move is being contemplated by the city of West Lafayette, IN with regard to counseling and “conversion therapy.” If you want to know more, and to help out, you can check out this web site.
Crikey
How Time Flies
A Song I Really Like for Some Reason
That’s a Good One, Right There
More here.
Jokes I Like to Tell
One time a man was convicted of a crime, and was sent off to the state penitentiary. What he encountered there was more or less what he had been anticipating, and dreading, only with one curious exception.
Every night in the mess hall, at the conclusion of the meal, and before dessert was served, an inmate would stand up, stand on his chair, and yell out a number. He would shout something like “37!” and as soon as he had done so, the rest of the inmates would laugh uproariously, some of them slapping the table, and others holding their sides.
This happened with regularity, and this new inmate had no idea what to make of it. It was kind of spooky. This went on for a week, and one evening the inmate who was sitting next to him stood up, got on his chair, and yelled “17!” At that, everyone in the hall followed the same predictable pattern, laughing and laughing. When his companion sat down, the new guy summoned up his nerve and asked him about it. “What are all of you doing, shouting out numbers and laughing. I don’t get it.”
“Ah,” the man said. “A lot of new guys don’t get it. The penitentiary here used to have a really funny joke book in the prison library, and so many of us used it so frequently that it eventually fell apart. But by that time, we had all memorized the jokes, and what page they were on. And so this custom developed . . . we decided to keep the memory of the joke book alive by reminding ourselves of the best ones. You know, like 37 and 17.”
The explanation made sense in a weird kind of way, but the new guy still thought that it was really odd. Another week went by, and once again the new guy found himself sitting next to the fellow who had provided him with the explanation.
On a whim, he decided that he would try it out. So as soon as the meal was over, he pushed back his chair, jumped up on it, and shouted out “22!” When he had done this, the response was a stone cold silence. There was no reaction at all, no laughter at all.
He sheepishly climbed down from his chair, red in the face and embarrassed. “What happened?” he muttered.
His companion was not unkind, but he was matter-of-fact in his reply. “Well, you know, some can tell ‘em, and some can’t.”
Except for Those Beyond Help
Life Is Fraught With Difficulty
That Explains That
The Twitter account that was the source of the statistics above has been suspended. Go figure…….
It’s not hart to “figure”. It’s more right wing media kookery. That’s why Twitter suspended the account.
Was hoping for an “open road” photo of the Canadian truckers freedom convoy!
On the Jokes I like to tell… he stood up and said 43 and they all roared with laughter even rolling on the floor in fits. His companion said well done we hadn’t heard that one before….
Be careful with the post hoc ergo propter stuff on the vaccine. Not that those numbers don’t need to be looked into for sure, but basic medical care was essentially shut down for half a year, and people were very hesitant to get routine care for at least another half year after that, so diagnoses of everything would have spiked recently because they weren’t happening for a while.
I have been in open talks with Apple for the past two days. I hope we can work something out, but I’ve made it crystal clear that if they don’t remove this misinformation I will be leaving their platform.