Saturday, December 29, 2018
10:01 am pst
The point of it?! There is no bloody point of it! That's what I've been trying to tell you all along.
Wednesday, November 14, 2018
3:38 pm pst
That's right, Marissa, the blood in the water that
so many of us experienced this
already cleared in most of the Delta area, and we should have a
pretty nice evening. But, as you can see, we have a front of frogs that will be
moving on shore right in time for tomorrow's commute, so you might
plan on leaving for work a little
earlier than usual.
Friday, November 9, 2018
8:57 am pst
History of the Future: October 14, 2087
In setting an all-time record, Classic Automotive Restoration Southwest
sold at auction a 1996 Dodge Minivan for just over 14 million RADs (Readjusted American Dollars), easily surpassing the previous
record of 12.9 million RADs set the year before for a classic 2006 Ford Taurus. Said car enthusiast Efrem Rapport, "It
was a beautiful vehicle, perfectly restored, all the way down to the cup holders." The minivan was purchased by
Doyle Codwaller, from Rapid City, South Dakota, who turned it into a chicken coop. Said Mr. Codwaller, "I don't
see what all the fuss is about. I mean, 14 million RADs isn't that much money, anyway, and the chickens needed some
place to stay. I don't imagine the chickens will have much use for the cup holders, though. But you never can
Tuesday, October 16, 2018
7:58 am pdt
An Open Letter by the Honorable Senator Leonard K. Bullfinch (Indep., at-large)
Fellow Americans and Constituents:
Quite frankly, I'm fed up with being politically correct. I'm tired
of always having to worry that I've suddenly offended somebody just because I'm talking like I always have. Why,
just the other day I heard somebody say that we shouldn't say "manhole" anymore. I mean, ain't
that what it is? But they say, "No!" They say we should call it a "people
hole." Why, that's just ridiculous, especially when we all know only men are going down there.
politically correct is more than an inconvenience, though. Tragically more. Let me tell
you the story of a housewife, Lydia Taylor, from Muncie, Indiana. Mother of two beautiful little ladies.
She was on a missionary trip to India, to teach those heathens the One True God, when she was eaten by a tiger.
That's right, a tiger! The coolies had warned all the foreigners that a vicious animal had been
spotted, but she paid no heed. And let me tell you why: It was because they said it
was a maneater, so she thought she had nothing to worry about. And them two little precious babies
are left all but orphans. I know there are some who'd say that story is actually a reason to be politically
correct, but I say they're just missing the entire point.
Now before some so-called "fact checker" looks all that up
to see if it's really true, it's not. That's right, it never happened. It was just something
I made up. But it could've happened, and it would've been just as tragic for them two little girls
if it had've happened, and that's all that really matters. After all, we should base our fears on what
could happen, not what actually does.
And let me tell you! I am absolutely sick of this
whole "Black Lives Matter" thing. Please, don't actually quote me. It's not
that I think the life of a Negro doesn't matter. It's that I don't think anybody's life matters
– except for my own, which is probably why I find being politically correct so annoying to begin with. And
while we're on the subject of people who don't look like me, let me ask you this: Do I really need to know
if every Negro I happen to see is really African? Or really American? That's a lot to
ask of anybody.
And nobody should have to ask anybody what kind of sex they are, or what kind of sex they
would enjoy. Now don't get me wrong. These poor people can't help the way they are –
none of them can. All I'm asking for is a way to tell without ever having to get to know them.
I suggest an armband. It's been proven effective, and it's versatile.
We could not only use those
armbands for gender, but we could use them for religion, too. That way we'd know not to say "Merry
Christmas," because we could clearly see that they're not Christian. That way there is no confusion.
And isn't that what being politically correct is all about? Ending all uncertainty.
Why, just think about it! If everybody were the same, then there would be no need to be politically
correct at all. I know that isn't possible now, but it's a goal that we can all work toward.
Bless You All, or not, if that sort of thing offends you.
Sunday, October 14, 2018
4:13 pm pdt