Monday, June 17, 2013

Hania's Free song for Monday. Go buy some more stuff or check out her YouTube channel.

Heidi Yewman gets the Vapors

One of Ms. Magazine's authors got the vapors trying to carry a gun. I commented on her inability to handle basic gun safety in a comment not likely to get posted:

My dear Ms. Yewman, you are showing the whole world why the Victorians thought women had the vapors and were too delicate for any activity more involved than needlework and cucumber sandwiches. Your entire article is “I am too scared to do this right and too proud to admit it.” If you believe that you’re a good feminist, you should turn in your card right now and go join the local Sarah Palin fan club (although those ladies could at least help you learn how to handle that gun better).

Our history has been full of people who refused to treat others like children. Some of us enslaved an entire set of people because they were “not capable” of personhood, but then the entire country shed blood to prove that set wrong. Women rejected the concept that they were too delicate to participate in the political process, and finally got the vote.

And now, at the pinnacle of personal capability, you spend an entire article basically whining that the entire country, including Tony, didn’t stop you from being too stupid to read a simple manual. This is on the order of a parent screaming “No one told me that I shouldn’t let my kid drink lye and pour it on his face” or “but the store SOLD me that rat poison”.

Yes, I said a manual. All guns sold in the US have them. Every problem you’re having is entirely caused by failing to read the instructions. If you don’t have it, call Glock at 770-432-1202 or go back to Tony and have him get one for you.

IMHO, you should revoke your own right to vote, break out the corset, and make sure not to be seen out in strong sunlight. You don’t deserve a single privilege of “women’s lib”.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

At the risk of sounding like Seinfeld...

I am riding the bus yet again, and I noticed something terribly confusing. A large number of Muslim girls and young families have moved into the apartment complex near our neighborhood. That means I am riding the bus with them a lot.

What confuses me is the nice lady across from me in her head scarf, designer clothes, open-toe shoes, and enough perfume to drop a moose at 100 yards. The head scarf is supposed to help prevent temptation by us weak men, yet the au pew is belying any attempt to divert attention.

No matter where legalism comes from, people will always find a way to obey the letter while flouting the spirit.

Now if I can just get through this bus ride without chucking from the fumes....

Saturday, June 1, 2013

My coins are in! My coins are in!

Being an Amazon addict, it's not that uncommon for strange packages to come in the mail. When I had a padded envelope in the mail, it was a bit surprising, since I didn't think I was due anything.

Then I saw this in it:

I absolutely love this saying, and this coin reinforces it. The saying is a Polish idiom for "not my problem". The coin is dual-purpose: as a show-off you can use it to point out to someone that their problem isn't yours. If it is your problem, you can sacrifice the coin, call it "not my circus, not my monkeys", and you're outta there. (Not that I will ever give up the coin to quit...)