I read this morning on Life News that President Trump is stopping all taxpayer-funding of research done using aborted baby parts. Yes, I said baby parts. It is almost unimaginable that such a practice would exist, let alone require the power of the President of the United States to halt.
One thing, but a good one.
More to come on this front, hopefully.
From March 27, 2017
I have the sad duty to tell you that our friend Joe Collidge has injured himself, reacting to this scene from the old 1958 horror movie, The Fly.
When he saw the little half-fly, half-human character get caught in the web and eaten by the spider–the film was being shown in class, Gender Studies 666–poor Joe totally freaked out. Leaping from his seat, he attempted to charge out of the room without first opening the door.
As some of you may know, Joe regularly receives shots of moth hormones, intended to transition him from human male to I don’t know what, anymore. Well, it’s an experiment. It has resulted in him sprouting a pair of moth antennae on his forehead and developing a taste for socks and handkerchiefs. Now it appears he has also come down with intense arachnophobia.
Having rendered himself unconscious by his collision with the door, Joe is currently unavailable for comment.
From June 11, 2014
Let’s see if I can do this like Thomas Sowell: offer up a few brief musings on today’s political scene.
To Eric Cantor, the House Minority Leader, swept out of office in a Republican primary this week, by a Tea Party candidate whom he outspent by at least 10-1: Don’t let the door hit you in the kiester on your way out.
To the rest of the House Republicans: Are you guys getting the message yet? We don’t want what you’re selling. We especially don’t want your “learn to live with Obamacare” surrender message, and we even more especially don’t want your so-called “immigration reform”–which we see as an attempt to replace the American electorate and turn us into an ethnic and cultural minority inside our own country.
To Congressman Paul “Mr. Amnesty” Ryan: You’re next, bozo.
Members of the House of Representatives get in big trouble politically when they forget they’re Representatives and start acting like Senators. Unlike Senators, they are accountable to the voters in their home district and had better not push the people too far. Every six years, the nationwide special interest groups can pour money into a campaign and keep a Senator in office. It’s a lot harder to make that plan work in a Congressional district.
New bumper sticker: DEPORT OBAMA.
Wouldn’t it be nice if the GOP, as the official and only opposition party, actually started opposing a few things?
Wouldn’t it be nice if the House of Representatives actually used its Constitutional authority and started defunding government agencies that carry out an imperial president’s unlawful and high-handed executive orders? “Hey, Mr. Director of This-or-That! Your annual salary is now zero–just like your department’s new budget!”
The title says it all. The plumber came today-I had used this company before and they were very good-and he explained that the pipe is so old that if he snaked it, it would probably break and/or would either break or not fit properly together. He also showed me the problem and I could see what he meant. A pipe replacement.
The bill for this replacement work would have been so high, I knew I had to get the landlord involved. If it had been just a clog, no problem I would have paid the bill. This work would have been more involved, so I called the landlord.
Bottom line–the landlord’s plumber is coming tomorrow. He (the landlord) felt the bill quoted was far too high, and his guys would do it for a better price.
We will see what tomorrow brings.
I only know I am sincerely tired of this problem now. It is not stopped up completely, but the sink drains so slowly and I am not letting the water come back up the drain into the sink (contamination) that it just takes forever to do a few dishes. I need that like a hole in the head.
Let’s hope this can be resolved tomorrow.
They are still talking about a major nationwide storm for the weekend.
I really understand the old Chinese curse “May you live in interesting times.”
God bless everybody.
Patty
From December 22, 2021
We thank Comrade Xi Jinping for letting us use his favorite funny jokings for our new book, The People’s Collective Most Funny Joking Book. Everybody laughs with great uproar at all his jokings! Here is a sample of perplexing funny riddles!
Q: What did the saddle say to the horse?
A: Nothing! (Ha, ha! Very funny, yes!)
Q: Why wasn’t the cowboy hungry?
A: Because he just ate. (Ho, ho!)
Q: What is the difference between a broken leg and a ham sandwich?
A: Shut up, you racist! (Never fails to get oodles of laughings.)
Q: Why did the lawn ornament Garden Gnome go to the doctor?
A: To get his COVID shot, it is Mandate! (Hee-hee-hee!)
See many more funny jokings in our book, The People’s Collective Most Funny Jokings Book! If you would like to give it to your friends as a most amusing present for a holiday, just send $400.95 (plus $75.49 shipping and handling) to President Comrade Jobydin!
From November 20, 2012
This was bound to happen. In this excursion into Canadian public policy, the irresistible force has met the immoveable object.
As reported Nov. 16 in The Toronto Sun, a lesbian went to a Muslim barbershop in Toronto and demanded a “businessman’s haircut.” The Muslim barber told her to get lost. So the lesbian, of course, ran to the Ontario Human Rights Tribunal and filed a complaint against the barber.
Hmmm… By law, Canada’s Multicultural Act, the Muslim has an inalienable right to refrain from touching a woman, let alone giving her a haircut. And by law, Canada’s Human Rights Act, the lesbian has an inalienable right to force the Muslim to give her a haircut.
O frabjous day! The irresistibly ridiculous has collided with the immoveably inane!
For years both lesbians and Muslims in Canada have used the “human rights” commissions and tribunals to bully Christians. It was their happy hunting ground. The state pays every cent of the plaintiff’s legal costs, the normal rules of evidence do not apply, and we know of not one instance in which the Christian defendant was not screwed.
But now comes the power struggle which I’ve long predicted–the Gays vs. Muslims Steel Cage Match!
Let’s sit back and watch the fun.
From December 1, 2017
Laocoon and his sons, when the serpents got ’em…
What’s wrong with this sentence? “In one of her first interviews, Harmony told Sun Online she loves sex…” (https://www.thesun.co.uk/fabulous/5022057/interview-harmony-sex-robot/)
They’re talking about a robot: “Harmony, the sex robot with a Scottish accent who likes threesomes.” Oops, sorry–I should’ve told you up front to have a barf bag handy. I refuse to say they talked with a robot, because, as anybody but a moron knows, even the fanciest robot can only simulate a human conversation. It doesn’t know or understand what it’s doing, any more than a member of Congress does. It is only a simulation. It is not a real being. I mean, have you seen the picture of that thing? Yechhh!
Hey, call me old-fashioned, but I say “having sex” with a machine, be it a lowly egg beater or a newfangled “sex robot,” does not count as actually having sex. Inanimate objects cannot partake of sex. They can’t partake of anything. Is that really such a difficult concept to grasp?
As the United States and England writhe in the grasp of multiple sexual harassment scandals, reminiscent of Laocoon getting throttled by the serpents, here we are with our highly-esteemed nooze media jabbering about sex robots with a Scottish accent. Given the temper of the times, who can expect anyone to behave like a decent human being? Children start learning in bally kindergarten that all sex, no matter how improbable, no matter how bizarre, is something to be affirmed and celebrated–and done, for that matter!–or else. Why is anyone even complaining about TV nooze stars and movie moguls pulling down their pants in front of young women? What else can you honestly expect?
Try not to worry too much. If this news item disgusts you, you’re probably all right.
