In her first few years as a climate scientist…
“I have been a climate scientist for decades and decades,” Jane Fonda crowed as she was arrested last weekend in a “climate protest” (https://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2019/oct/14/jane-fonda-ive-been-climate-scientist-decades-and-/?utm_source=Boomtrain&utm_medium=manual&utm_campaign=20180326&utm_term=newsalert&utm_content=newsalert&bt_ee=bCXOY8fbWWQpTfL4KmTajYzq69DCeFUq3xVaiGe3mfN3aY). By “scientist” she means “one who mindlessly parrots things that she thinks sound smart.”
Anyway, the silly old fart said she was inspired in her recent “activism” by the little scold from Sweden whom the world’s leaders insist on bowing down to: “this little Swedish girl,” prated Fonda, “holding her sign every Friday in front of the Swedish parliament… and all the student strikers all over the world who have really risked a lot and given up a lot in order to say, wake up, old people, how come you’re not standing with us?”
What have student strikers “risked”? What have they “given up”? And what does Jane Fonda herself plan to give up?
Uh… nothing? That’s right–nothing.
All of a sudden the in thing, for rich and famous leftids, is to subordinate themselves to children. You’d think they’d be embarrassed to have children speak for them; but shame itself is too ashamed to hang out with liberals.
Are all of us invited?
Can anything possibly be less sincere than a bunch of rich-as-Croesus globalists, all of whom came there on private jets and limousines, gabbling about “income inequality”?
Nah. Nothing can be as hypocritical as that. It’s the hands-down winner.
What? Does everybody in the world wind up with a mansion by the sea, a private jet, a stretch limo, and a Cayman Islands bank account? Give ’em all the power they want, and that’s our payoff?
Please don’t tell me they honestly expect anyone to believe them.
Requested by Erlene–Hallelujah, by the Isaacs: in English and in Hebrew.
Everything’s in this video! A parrot who does card tricks. Ricocheting cats. An emu who trips over the sidewalk. And a pair of parrots who sing a duet. Well, all right, it comes up short on the axolotl front–but then so does Ye Olde Shoppe of Curious Curios in Scurveyshire.
(Thanks to Susan for the news tip.)
This is one of those things I wish I could unsee–a 10-year-old kid serving as a motivational speaker for his local high school football team.
Can you imagine the size of his ego by the time he’s twenty?
Really, this whole thing of being lectured to by children is getting out of hand. “I’ve seen a lot of things,” he declares. Must’ve been a busy ten years. And when he’s done, the whole roomful of hulking football players springs up to give him a standing ovation. I guess they can’t just go out there and play the freakin’ game. What is this–a high school football team, or the United Nations General Assembly?
The videos have gone viral on social media. Next thing you know, Junior’ll be doing Amway conventions.
Gov. Noisesome–er, Newsome–with his public policy adviser
Well, from now on, there is free lunch in California–free school lunch, that is. Free for all the kiddies whether their families pay the school lunch fee or not. This is thanks to a new law called–get your barf bag ready–“Creating California For All.” What the dickens does that mean?
And as icing on the cake, once again we see adults taking their marching orders from a child: in this case, a 9-year-old boy who “drew attention” to the disgraceful practice of “lunch shaming.” ( https://www.foxnews.com/food-drink/california-lunch-shaming-bill-meals) Like, if you don’t pay your lunch fee, you have to eat an “alternative lunch.” They make it sound like the kids are forced to eat carpet beetles. Anyway, says the governor, Gavin Noiseome–oops: Newsome–“this amazing young man” (suddenly everything is “amazing”, have you noticed that?) saved up his allowance until he had $74.80 to pay for his classmates’ lunches and it was an “honor” for the governor to meet him.
Disregarding whether we believe in this, er, performance or not, don’t you find it more than just a little creepy, the way they’re all trotting out children now to make political points? Really, the more I think about that story, the less I believe it.
Question: If the state of California is going to provide free school lunch for all, why should anybody pay their lunch fees?
And Bernie sez it’ll be free lunch in all the schools in America if we totally lose our minds and elect him president. Stay tuned for some other Democrat to offer free supper, too.
It’s worse when you wear a silly helmet and a shirt with sponsors on it.
Lance Armstrong–remember him? Worldwide celebrity, dating Sheryl Crow (until she came out against toilet paper)–and he threw it all away by getting caught cheating.
So he sought absolution. From another celebrity.
Gee. Back around the turn of the 19th century there was a now-famous short story by Robert W. Chambers, “The Repairer of Reputations.” Evidently that’s not Oprah Winfrey, who heard Lance Armstrong’s confession but couldn’t make him famous again.
And now I’m thinking of Humpty-Dumpty…
Here’s another hymn I’d never heard before–I was looking for Jesus Calls Us but found this instead, quite by happy accident: Jesus Calls Us O’er the Tumult, performed at the Prince George Winyah Episcopal Church Vacation Bible School…
Wow, I haven’t thought of Vacation Bible School in a long, long time! My mother used to get the neighbor boy, Peter, who was two years older than me, to take me there.
Byron the Quokka here, to announce the winner of our milestone once-in-a-lifetime comment contest! The winner, the reader who posted No. 50,000, which will never happen again, is….trumpets, please!
“Evreilly”! (We know her as Evelyn.) Her comment came in late last night, just as we were packing it in for the day. You can find her comment attached to the post, “My Interview with Lee Strobel”–it’s a great comment, by the way. So Ev wins an official Quokka T-shirt, either in Large (very dark blue) or Extra Large (bright red). All we need from you, mate, is your mailing address: please email it, and tell us your choice of shirts.
Now watch all the comments dry up because the contest is over. I told Lee that wouldn’t happen on my watch, so I’ll have to find some way to keep things hopping.
These four or five cats will not let the neighbors’ dog come onto their property. The dog is convinced it’s a game; you can tell that by his body language. And maybe it is–note how careful the cats are never to actually catch him. I’m sure they could, if they really wanted to. Yes, I think it is a game. These critters are a lot more sophisticated than we give them credit for.
P.S.–You can’t get fence lizards to do things like this.