By “off the wall,” I mean literally.
Our cat Buster used to jump as high as he could and launch himself off the wall as far as he could go. I wish I had that on video. This seems like a worthwhile thing for human beings to try. Just watch the cat, and do the same.
Remember to be careful what you wish for: in this case, the $15/hour minimum wage so dear to Democrats.
There is now a vending machine called a “Big Mac ATM” at a Boston McDonald’s stand on Kenmore Square. ( https://www.yahoo.com/news/mcdonalds-debuts-boston-big-mac-222858727.html ) That would be the logical place for it: Kenmore Square used to have a reputation for attracting several kinds of loopiness. Anyhow, you can now get your Big Mac straight from a vending machine.
This does away with any need to pay anybody $15 an hour to serve up burgers.
And you can say “Adios” to a whole lot of starter jobs for young people.
Here in New Jersey they’re always trying to put in a $15/hr minimum wage. Politicians–especially Democrat politicians–really get off on giving people money that isn’t theirs to give. It makes them feel generous. If the end result is to drive up prices and burn up jobs–well, hey, we’re used to getting boned by our elected representatives. Next thing you know, Republicans are doing it, too.
Here’s hoping and praying our new president can tame that beast. Because we may be running out of opportunities to do it.
It started out as a literary movement within the academic world of Joe Collidge, the idea that any text can only mean what the reader thinks it means. So, like, if you think Moby Dick is actually 1001 Recipes for Water-Bugs, that’s what it is, as far as you’re concerned.
In the damp hot-house of the university, this soon crept out into every other field of study, morphing into that whole “your truth, my truth” business. Let us for the moment ignore the hypocrisy involved in punishing students who have a “truth” other than that endorsed by the professor: although they’ve sort of covered themselves by saying that the more powerful party always gets to decide what’s true and what isn’t. That’s how “social constructs” get made–social constructs being substitutes for facts.
So now we arrive at social constructs, and the assertion, by those who are powerful enough to make their opinion binding on others, that “everything is only a social construct” and there are no such things as facts, and no such thing as truth.
Are you with me so far? Our sages in the universities teach, and have been teaching for some years now, that there is no truth: no objective truth, only social constructs.
From “There is no truth,” we inevitably proceed to this: “All statements are untrue.”
Uh… including that one? (Gears start grinding inside the leftist’s skull…)
There is no escaping the conclusion that the liberal, academic position, in every case, is poppycock. This is only to be expected: their entire worldview is satanic in origin, and Satan is the author of confusion.
And so, if you find you can’t understand them when they talk, don’t be surprised.
They don’t understand themselves. Any kind of understanding is ruled out, once you’ve ruled out truth itself.
Neil Gorsuch, from the 10th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals in Denver, President Donald Trump’s pick to succeed the late Justice Scalia on the Supreme Court, is “worse than the monster that hides under your bed!” according to Democrat sources.
“Here’s what we’ve got on him so far,” said Democrat operative Nick Belial.
As a young child, Gorsuch practiced vampirism and terrorized his neighborhood.
An original member of the Nazi Party, Judge Gorsuch was drinking buddies with Hermann Goering. He also owns at least 14 slaves, whom he forces to live in shabby lean-tos throughout the Rocky Mountain winter.
Gorsuch has been married seven times and murdered his first six wives, whose bodies are believed to be concealed in various places around his opulent 300-room mansion which he purchased with the workers’ blood. His current “wife” is only 11 years old.
He has personally exterminated three minority groups.
In his spare time, Gorsuch leads a home invasion team that breaks into private homes, battering and terrorizing the residents before robbing them.
A hopeless alcoholic, Gorsuch is addicted to 27 different illegal drugs which he obtains from the Hell’s Angels, with whom he maintains an on-again off-again membership. He is also a member of the Ku Klux Klan and has been caught plotting to destroy the planet.
“We’re just getting warmed up!” said Belial. “Wait’ll you hear the really bad stuff we’ve got on this guy! And oh, by the way–that other nominee, Hardiman, I think his name is–well, he was Jack the Ripper!”
Another beloved Sunday school standby, here performed by Nathan and Lyle in Texas, on mandolin and guitar.
Horatio Palmer wrote this song, words and music, in 1868–wrote it pretty fast, too. Here’s how he recalled it (source, Cyberhymnal): “I was at work on the dry subject of Theory when the complete idea flashed before me… I hurriedly penned both words and music as fast as I could write them…”
That is so cool when that happens! A gift from God, and no mistake about it.