Monday, May 18, 2015

Burning Down Your Own Block

Let it be stated for the record that the Baltimore thugs are not animals: to call them animals is a disservice to animals everywhere. Animals don't destroy their own neighborhood.

I watched them set fire to buildings. I watched minivans dropping off looters with large bags. I watched them ruining the livelihoods of their own local merchants. I watched them throw cinderblocks at firemen. I watched them slice a firehose being used to put out a fire they started. I watched them scramble when the police finally got serious.


A Texas grand jury has refused to indict a woman for allegedly breaking into her neighbor's house and sexually assaulting him.  The gentleman in question awoke to feel someone on top of him and felt the offender place his penis in her mouth.

This is not an assault: it's a waking wet dream.

She broke into her husband's friend's house and forcibly had sex with him. And she's not an unattractive woman.  Her husband is now the Most Embarrassed Man in Texas.

No, seriously... why isn't this every bit the assault it would have been, had the roles been reversed? Do the rules state that it's only assault if you're the Input? Remember: a physiological response is not consent. Where are the angry women, screaming RAPE RAPE RAPE?

This brings to mind a few questions:

  1. What is the street and block number of this house?
  2. Do you think she'd be amenable to moving north?
  3. Why aren't there women on the grand jury?
  4. Why was the grand jury butt-slapping and fist-bumping on the way out of the courtroom?
  5. Why have housing values gone through the roof in that neighborhood?
  6. Did the grand jury attend a 'private party' at her house afterwards?


It turns out coffee is nowhere near as bad for you as first thought. In fact, it proves beneficial in some cases. This does not, however, excuse the triple fudge half-caf whipped cream latte.


My wife asked me to do it doggie style.
So I chewed up the tissues and she ate the cat's food.


The differences in countries is sometimes strikingly apparent.  Singapore's prime minister just released source code for his hand-coded Sudoko-solver. Barack Obama released a request for fast-track authority for a trade deal that no one is allowed to read.


If you're from England, this headline proves somewhat important. If you're from anywhere else, it means something else. Labour shake-up: Leslie replaces Balls.


Most of you know I'm familiar with a large number of interesting psych issues. Here's one we all missed: People who think they're made of glass.


What do Kennedy, Hoover and Sinatra have in common? Read the twisted tale of Louie Louie.


President Obama has chosen his hometown of Chicago as the location for his presidential library - the most transparent library in the world.  Unfortunately, both books are classified so you can't read them.


In the wake of the Baltimore lootings, Hillary Clinton has called for body cameras in every police department. Hey Hilly - how about body cameras for politicians?


The gunman in the Mohammed cartoon attack in Texas was monitored by the FBI for years. See what happens when we give up our freedoms?  Nothing. The attack was stopped by law-abiding citizens with guns. Remember this the next time you're taking off your shoes at the airport. Or when Congress is reauthorizing the Patriot Act.


One of my right-wing buddies sent me this.  Although I don't always agree with him, it's pretty funny:

One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children in her class what their mothers did for a living.
All the usual answers came up -- teacher, nurse, businesswoman, saleswoman, doctor, lawyer, and so forth.
However, little Danny was being uncharacteristically quiet, so when the teacher gently prodded him about his mother, He replied, "Well my mother's an exotic dancer in a club and takes off all her clothes in front of men, and they put money in her underwear. Sometimes, if the offer is really good, she will go home with some guy and stay with him all night for money."

The teacher, obviously shaken by this bold statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises and then took little Danny aside to quietly ask him, "Is that really true about your mother, dear?"
Nope," the boy said, "She works for the Democratic National Committee and is helping to get Hillary Clinton elected as the next President, ...but I was just too embarrassed to say that In front of the other kids."


This week's musical selection comes to you courtesy of Led Zeppelin, called The Rain Song. This is a song that comes up in rotation on my phone and computer and never fails to evoke a certain emotional reaction.  It starts with a really nice acoustic guitar (left), with an electric coming in on the other side. There's a brief slide there also. Your parents could listen to this too, as the strings come in for the instrumental verse section, which occurs pretty early for a rock tune.

Second verse, same as the first.  Then the bridge, where it starts to get heavy. John Paul Jones is the MVP in this song, providing strings, piano and bass. In case you care, I believe the strings were courtesy of the mellotron.*

The end comes as it started, with electric and acoustic guitars only and some great delay for the last chord. Listen to this song and tell me it doesn't affect you.

Upon us all, just a little rain must fall.


*The best way to describe the mellotron is a keyboard instrument that plays a tape for each key/pitch.

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