The host of the garden show on our local radio station was in a mood today because she hadn’t had any hot water all week. And guess why she had no hot water. The smart valve on her hot water heater wouldn’t let any hot water come out!
Oh, beware, beware, beware! whenever any pwogwessive tries to sell you on anything he calls “smart”! Like the smart meter for your electricity, which allows some pointy-headed little bureaucrat to turn off your juice whenever he thinks you’ve had enough. (And of course they wouldn’t even dream of denying electricity to persons who vote Republican!) Or the smart car that will only take you as far as some pwogwessive thinks you should be allowed to go. Or smart growth that turns your town into a ghetto and forces you to live in an apartment just a little bigger than your glove compartment–provided you still have a glove compartment, and they haven’t taken away your car and forced you to ride a bicycle.
If you ever thought Long John Silver was sinister when you used the word “smart,” he’s Santa Claus, compared to those who utter it today.