Smoking has largely disappeared from movies, television, and video games.
There is no place in movies, television, and video games for guns or edged weapons except on rare occasions by the military or - even rarer - by police.
Likewise there is no place for fisticuffs, physical violence, trash talking and intimidation - otherwise known as "bullying."
Let us all boycott those "entertainment" products which feature or display weapons, physical violence, or verbal abuse.
Has anyone else had problems loading the Althouse website lately? The last 3 or 4 days my iPad hangs frequently and I have to restart the load. Sometimes it takes over 10 attempts. This is not happening on other sites, just Althouse. Anybody having similar problems?
Theodore: My Beloved White Brethren, this is the first time we have communed together since our spiritual cousin Dylann Storm Roof took upon himself to spur the White Man to Action against the Negro Blight and we must ask Ourselves: Is Now the Time for Us to Follow?
Ron: That's a mighty big question, Theodore.
Wilbur: Mighty big, Ted.
Theodore: Gentlemen, at some point we have to do more than just write hate letters to people...
Bob: Well, Theodore, I'd just like to say that my website is hardly just 'hate letters'. I get hundreds of hits everyday, and I've got my very own FBI-agent Imposter posing as one of us. Guy's a damn-good writer, too: you really believe he hates niggers.
Theodore: I am not downplaying your success on the Internet. I am asking: Is it Time for More?
Jake: Ummm...
Theodore: Yes, Jake?
Jake: I think it's a bad idea to kill 'em in Churches, that's all.
Ron: I agree with Jake on that one. Makes us look bad.
Wilbur: Makes us look real bad, Ted.
Bob: I mean -- after all -- God did make the Black Man, too --
Theodore: There is still Debate about that, Bob --
Bob: And I'm just saying a House of God is a House of God.
Ron: Unless it's a mosque.
Wilbur: A mosque is real different.
Jake: My Dad used to say God shoulda made the black man with horns so everyone would know he was meant to be a beast of burden.
Jed: That's a real good idea, I don't know why God didn't think of it Himself...
Wilbur: My Dad said the black man should've been half-goat. Pretty much for the reasons you've described.
Ron: More obvious.
Wilbur: Right: More obvious.
Ron: I don't care if it's a church full of Chink Fags, I say we leave it alone.
Bob: While I am not as worried as Ron about the Chinese Homosexual Menace, I believe we do 'leave it alone'...
Theodore: Gentlemen, it sounds like we've agreed: no shooting up black churches.
Theodore: So what would be a Good Target, Gentlemen?
Jed: Fried Chicken place.
Ron: I was gonna say that.
Wilbur: I was gonna say that, too.
Bob: But what if the Fried Chicken place has a white cashier?
Ron: Or howabouts a white GIRL cashier?
Wilbur: That would be trouble.
Bob: Gentlemen, that could set us wayyyyy back on our 'Twenty Dollar Minimum Wage For White Workers' Movement...
Ron: The 'Twenty Dollar Minimum Wage For White Workers' Movement. I forgot about that. I remember now.
Bob: It sells a LOT of bumper-stickers from my web-site.
Jed: Friends, it sounds like we need to be doing a lot more thinking.
Wilbur: A lot more thinking, yeah.
Ron: BIG thinking.
Jed: What if -- just for now -- we keep up with our 'Staring at Black People Real Mean at Fred's Gas Station' program until we get a Good Plan?
Ron: I like that.
Wilbur. I like that a lot.
Bob: Gentlemen, we can certainly do that, but it is time for someone else to take over the Friday night Midnight-to-Six shift...
Jed: Is there a problem there, Bob?
Bob: It ain't like starin' down the black folks on their lunch hour during the workweek, Jed. You should see some of the niggers that come out at three in the morning: some scary-ass shit, I'll tell you, all drunk on crunk or whatever they call it. It is someone else's turn...
Theodore: Gentlemen,gentlemen: by not furthering Our Actions do you not think we are letting our spiritual cousin Dylann Storm Roof down?
Ron: There were a lot of 'nots' in that question, Theodore -- I'm not sure how to answer.
Wilbur: It lost me there, too.
Bob: I just want to say that WE didn't tell our spiritual cousin Dylann Storm Roof to start shit up.
Jed: True: I don't ever recall us voting for that.
Ron: We've been going along fine just doing what we're doing, if you ask me, Theodore.
Wilbur: Just fine indeed, Ted.
Bob: As long as someone takes over my Friday Night shift.
Jed: I sure as hell ain't doing that. Someone could get hurt.
Ron: How 'bout we suspend the Friday Night shift until further notice. Maybe we just team up a bit more on Monday mornings.
Wilbur: Before the kids gotta get to school.
Theodore: We will utilize that option, and consider the meeting adjourned. Is that black girl still workin' at Hooters?
I have been trying to watch then Open but the Fox technical issues have been driving me back to the internet. I checked other channels to see if it was cable problems but nobody else is having trouble with pauses (usually as a crucial putt is stroked) and pixelation.
The Fox coverage has been awful. Yesterday was really bad. Today we only started watching when the final four pairings started. They are skipping around, showing one golfer while yammering on about another, making all kinds of mistakes. And the babe that's interviewing the golfers as they finish -- oh Lord.
Meat Joke Auld fella walking alongside canal and sees a nine-year old lad fair crying his eyes out.
"Wot's tha cryin' fer, young un?" Through sniffles and bawling, little lad manages to say "A've loss me mate. Me mate fell in t'canal" and point about tree feet in front of him.
"By 'eck" says fella and without further ado, strips off his jacket and shoes then jumps into the canal. After few minutes he splashed to side and says, "'Ow old was tha mate?"
By this time, lad had stopped howling and watched the auld fella fair dumbstruck.
"Wot's that mean, 'ow old?"
"Thy mate" said fella, "'ow old were 'e? Wor 'e a big lad?"
Little lad scowled at the old man, "Nah! Tha daft bat. Not me mate - me mate outa me saniches".
So they have a sighting of the escaped prisoners, or one anyway, in a broken into camp, and they say they have a DNA match. Thiry miles from the prison, and in a densely wooded area bordering on a wilderness area.
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26 comments:
Smoking has largely disappeared from movies, television, and video games.
There is no place in movies, television, and video games for guns or edged weapons except on rare occasions by the military or - even rarer - by police.
Likewise there is no place for fisticuffs, physical violence, trash talking and intimidation - otherwise known as "bullying."
Let us all boycott those "entertainment" products which feature or display weapons, physical violence, or verbal abuse.
We as a country will be the better for it.
- Hammond
Has anyone else had problems loading the Althouse website lately? The last 3 or 4 days my iPad hangs frequently and I have to restart the load. Sometimes it takes over 10 attempts. This is not happening on other sites, just Althouse. Anybody having similar problems?
Been watching the U.S. Open off and on. I would not want to live anywhere where I could get up on a high point and see a sight like Mt. Rainier.
Hammond I killed 65 out of 75 skeet this morning.
@Rusty Good shooting!
@Rusty
Fun. I have to get out and do that this summer. Love the sight of dead skeet.
Original Mike, we've been having that problem here and on other Google sites. I'm hoping it will go away.
We saw a baby hawk fly in and sit on our deck railing this afternoon but I was a little late in getting to my iphone.
Theodore: My Beloved White Brethren, this is the first time we have communed together since our spiritual cousin Dylann Storm Roof took upon himself to spur the White Man to Action against the Negro Blight and we must ask Ourselves: Is Now the Time for Us to Follow?
Ron: That's a mighty big question, Theodore.
Wilbur: Mighty big, Ted.
Theodore: Gentlemen, at some point we have to do more than just write hate letters to people...
Bob: Well, Theodore, I'd just like to say that my website is hardly just 'hate letters'. I get hundreds of hits everyday, and I've got my very own FBI-agent Imposter posing as one of us. Guy's a damn-good writer, too: you really believe he hates niggers.
Theodore: I am not downplaying your success on the Internet. I am asking: Is it Time for More?
Jake: Ummm...
Theodore: Yes, Jake?
Jake: I think it's a bad idea to kill 'em in Churches, that's all.
Ron: I agree with Jake on that one. Makes us look bad.
Wilbur: Makes us look real bad, Ted.
Bob: I mean -- after all -- God did make the Black Man, too --
Theodore: There is still Debate about that, Bob --
Bob: And I'm just saying a House of God is a House of God.
Ron: Unless it's a mosque.
Wilbur: A mosque is real different.
Jake: My Dad used to say God shoulda made the black man with horns so everyone would know he was meant to be a beast of burden.
Jed: That's a real good idea, I don't know why God didn't think of it Himself...
Wilbur: My Dad said the black man should've been half-goat. Pretty much for the reasons you've described.
Ron: More obvious.
Wilbur: Right: More obvious.
Ron: I don't care if it's a church full of Chink Fags, I say we leave it alone.
Bob: While I am not as worried as Ron about the Chinese Homosexual Menace, I believe we do 'leave it alone'...
Theodore: Gentlemen, it sounds like we've agreed: no shooting up black churches.
Ron: Unless it's a mosque.
Wilbur: A mosque is real different, Ted.
Theodore: So what would be a Good Target, Gentlemen?
Jed: Fried Chicken place.
Ron: I was gonna say that.
Wilbur: I was gonna say that, too.
Bob: But what if the Fried Chicken place has a white cashier?
Ron: Or howabouts a white GIRL cashier?
Wilbur: That would be trouble.
Bob: Gentlemen, that could set us wayyyyy back on our 'Twenty Dollar Minimum Wage For White Workers' Movement...
Ron: The 'Twenty Dollar Minimum Wage For White Workers' Movement. I forgot about that. I remember now.
Bob: It sells a LOT of bumper-stickers from my web-site.
Jed: Friends, it sounds like we need to be doing a lot more thinking.
Wilbur: A lot more thinking, yeah.
Ron: BIG thinking.
Jed: What if -- just for now -- we keep up with our 'Staring at Black People Real Mean at Fred's Gas Station' program until we get a Good Plan?
Ron: I like that.
Wilbur. I like that a lot.
Bob: Gentlemen, we can certainly do that, but it is time for someone else to take over the Friday night Midnight-to-Six shift...
Jed: Is there a problem there, Bob?
Bob: It ain't like starin' down the black folks on their lunch hour during the workweek, Jed. You should see some of the niggers that come out at three in the morning: some scary-ass shit, I'll tell you, all drunk on crunk or whatever they call it. It is someone else's turn...
Theodore: Gentlemen,gentlemen: by not furthering Our Actions do you not think we are letting our spiritual cousin Dylann Storm Roof down?
Ron: There were a lot of 'nots' in that question, Theodore -- I'm not sure how to answer.
Wilbur: It lost me there, too.
Bob: I just want to say that WE didn't tell our spiritual cousin Dylann Storm Roof to start shit up.
Jed: True: I don't ever recall us voting for that.
Ron: We've been going along fine just doing what we're doing, if you ask me, Theodore.
Wilbur: Just fine indeed, Ted.
Bob: As long as someone takes over my Friday Night shift.
Jed: I sure as hell ain't doing that. Someone could get hurt.
Ron: How 'bout we suspend the Friday Night shift until further notice. Maybe we just team up a bit more on Monday mornings.
Wilbur: Before the kids gotta get to school.
Theodore: We will utilize that option, and consider the meeting adjourned. Is that black girl still workin' at Hooters?
Ron: Nahhhh, she's at Starbucks now. Pouring fancy gay coffee shit.
Wilbur: Yeah. Fancy gay coffee shit.
Theodore: So Gentlemen, let's meet at Hooters...
I am Laslo.
Listening on my bike commute today to ham morse code bands, I heard a half dozen Japanese stations, very rare in my exprience.
It turns out to be an all-asia contest, I guess keeping them up at unaccustomary wee hours.
Normally you never hear one.
(15m band)
"Smoking has largely disappeared from movies, television, and video games."
Was in Paris a few weeks ago. I think all the smokers have moved there.
Happy solstice Everyone!
Enjoy the slight latening of the sunset for the next couple days, but daylight starts to get shorter now.
(sigh)
"Happy solstice Everyone!"
Shortest night of the year. Bah, humbug!
"Original Mike, we've been having that problem here and on other Google sites. I'm hoping it will go away."
Now that you mention it, the Google search page has occasionally hung, too. Thanks for the info.
I'm enjoying the U.S. Open although the Fox coverage has been pretty poor. Tough seeing Jason Day struggling.
" I think all the smokers have moved there."
Try Vienna.
Original Mike said... [hush][hide comment]
Has anyone else had problems loading the Althouse website lately?
Firefox/adblock enabled. No problems ever.
I have been trying to watch then Open but the Fox technical issues have been driving me back to the internet. I checked other channels to see if it was cable problems but nobody else is having trouble with pauses (usually as a crucial putt is stroked) and pixelation.
The Fox coverage has been awful. Yesterday was really bad. Today we only started watching when the final four pairings started. They are skipping around, showing one golfer while yammering on about another, making all kinds of mistakes. And the babe that's interviewing the golfers as they finish -- oh Lord.
Never thought I'd miss Jim Nantz but I do!
The principal in Ferris Bueller's Day Off gets a double comedic boost by looking like Al Gore, at Gore's looney moments.
The Principal in Ferris Bueller was also a child molester.
Maybe the Al Gore comparison still holds?
I am Laslo.
Meat Joke
Auld fella walking alongside canal and sees a nine-year old lad fair crying his eyes out.
"Wot's tha cryin' fer, young un?" Through sniffles and bawling, little lad manages to say "A've loss me mate. Me mate fell in t'canal" and point about tree feet in front of him.
"By 'eck" says fella and without further ado, strips off his jacket and shoes then jumps into the canal. After few minutes he splashed to side and says, "'Ow old was tha mate?"
By this time, lad had stopped howling and watched the auld fella fair dumbstruck.
"Wot's that mean, 'ow old?"
"Thy mate" said fella, "'ow old were 'e? Wor 'e a big lad?"
Little lad scowled at the old man, "Nah! Tha daft bat. Not me mate - me mate outa me saniches".
So they have a sighting of the escaped prisoners, or one anyway, in a broken into camp, and they say they have a DNA match. Thiry miles from the prison, and in a densely wooded area bordering on a wilderness area.
Hah! They were in a camp owned by people working in the jail!
http://nypost.com/2015/06/22/escaped-killers-dna-match-came-from-underwear/
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