Tuesday, November 27, 2018

A Modern Version of an Old Rhyme

I heard some little girls skipping rope to this song:

It's the Land of Oz
Where the women wear no bras
And the men don't care
'Cause they wear no underwear
And there's a big fat genie
With an artificial weenie
So now you know
Why you shouldn't go.

Presumably sung to "The Streets of Cairo." 

Monday, October 15, 2018

'Best Bum' Contest

I tend towards matter-of-factness when it comes to what takes place in school, unlike the people on the Far Left or the Far Right. And sometimes the stupidity of adolescents can be breath-taking. That's the way things are.

And nominations of classmates into categories such as 'Most Likely to Succeed' or 'Best Humor' are par for the course.

However, a British school managed to stoop to low with a 'Best Bum' category. And I don't mean hobo!

No, these kids were encouraged to vote on who had the best buttocks.

Okay, if adults want to participate in a 'Best Bum' or 'Best Fanny' contest, I'm okay with that. But for God's sake don't have the subject being the comparative attractiveness or even size of the posteriors of adolescents!

Geesh! Sometimes chronological adults should step into the situation to keep this kind of undue sexualization of children from taking place.

Thursday, October 4, 2018

"Through a Glass, Darkly"

General George S. Patton of World War Two fame was a controversial figure of his time. He was depicted in the 1972 movie Patton, starring George Scott. He also tried writing poetry. Here is an example of one of his poems:

"Through a Glass, Darkly"
General George S. Patton, Jr.

Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
I have fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.

In the form of many people
In all panoplies of time
Have I seen the luring vision
Of the Victory Maid, sublime.

I have battled for fresh mammoth,
I have warred for pastures new,
I have listed to the whispers
When the race trek instinct grew.

I have known the call to battle
In each changeless changing shape
From the high souled voice of conscience
To the beastly lust for rape.

I have sinned and I have suffered,
Played the hero and the knave;
Fought for belly, shame, or country,
And for each have found a grave.

I cannot name my battles
For the visions are not clear,
Yet, I see the twisted faces
And I feel the rending spear.

Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet, I've called His name in blessing
When after times I died.

In the dimness of the shadows
Where we hairy heathens warred,
I can taste in thought the lifeblood;
We used teeth before the sword.

While in later clearer vision
I can sense the coppery sweat,
Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery
When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.

Hear the rattle of the harness
Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
See their chariots wheel in panic
From the Hoplite's leveled spear.

See the goal grow monthly longer,
Reaching for the walls of Tyre.
Hear the crash of tons of granite,
Smell the quenchless eastern fire.

Still more clearly as a Roman,
Can I see the Legion close,
As our third rank moved in forward
And the short sword found our foes.

Once again I feel the anguish
Of that blistering treeless plain
When the Parthian showered death bolts,
And our discipline was in vain.

I remember all the suffering
Of those arrows in my neck.
Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
As I died upon my back.

Once again I smell the heat sparks
When my Flemish plate gave way
And the lance ripped through my entrails
As on Crecy's field I lay.

In the windless, blinding stillness
Of the glittering tropic sea
I can see the bubbles rising
Where we set the captives free.

Midst the spume of half a tempest
I have heard the bulwarks go
When the crashing, point blank round shot
Sent destruction to our foe.

I have fought with gun and cutlass
On the red and slippery deck
With all Hell aflame within me
And a rope around my neck.

And still later as a General
Have I galloped with Murat
When we laughed at death and numbers
Trusting in the Emperor's Star.

Till at last our star faded,
And we shouted to our doom
Where the sunken road of Ohein
Closed us in it's quivering gloom.

So but now with Tanks a'clatter
Have I waddled on the foe
Belching death at twenty paces,
By the star shell's ghastly glow.

So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.

And I see not in my blindness
What the objects were I wrought,
But as God rules o'er our bickerings
It was through His will I fought.

So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

New Team in Town

Recently the Montgomery Biscuits got some competition for the oddest baseball team name. Now the Biscuits has gotten to be a favorite with fans, and it's a hard team name to top. 

Another minor league team weighed in by being known as the Wing Nuts, Good try.

However, now we have the Huntsville Trash Pandas!

For the uninitiated, a trash panda is a raccoon!

Monday, September 24, 2018

The Feud in the Church

Church feuds are not uncommon, especially among cliques in the congregation. But when the pastor and choir director get into it, stand aside.

One week our preacher preached on commitment, and how we should dedicate ourselves to service. The director then led the choir in singing, 'I Shall Not Be Moved.'

The next Sunday, the preacher preached on giving and how we should gladly give to the work of the Lord. The choir director then led the song, 'Jesus Paid It All.'

The next Sunday, the preacher preached on gossiping and how we should watch our tongues. The hymn was 'I Love To Tell The Story.'

The preacher became disgusted over the situation, and the next Sunday he told the congregation he was considering resigning. The choir then sang 'Oh, Why Not Tonight.'

When the preacher resigned the next week, he told the church that Jesus had led him there and Jesus was taking him away. The choir then sang, 'What A Friend We Have in Jesus.'

Sunday, September 9, 2018

Sports Teams Nicknames

Sports team nicknames sometimes go into the questionable.

I know that there was a big to-do over the University of North Dakota Fighting Sioux; so much so that the team evolved into the Fighting Hawks. No chance of them adopting North Dakota Doves.

And years ago the Stanford Indians became the Stanford Cardinal. Only one bird, apparently.

But Florida State is still the Seminoles; Illinois is still the Fighting Illini; and Central Michigan is still the Chippewas. What ethnicity do the University of Hawaii Rainbow Warriors offend?

And what in the hell are the Ragin' Cajuns raging about?

Female students at Wichita State reportedly can experience Shockers on dates! And, unfortunately, Alabama co-eds experience heavy flow with their monthlies.

Are bikini waxes prohibited at Oregon State? 

Malevolent strains run in the ACC; with the Duke Blue Devils and the Wake Forest Demon Deacons. Some exorcism is needed there; but maybe everyone is figuring out what the hell is a Hokie? Is that a synonym for corny?
Arkansas Tech is the Wonder Boys. Or Golden Suns.

Webster University in Missouri teams are known as the Gorlocks. Named for the intersection of Gore and Lockwood Streets.

Akron University teams are known as the Zips. What is zipped, though: flies or mouths?

Saturday, September 1, 2018

Monday, August 13, 2018

Washingtonian Language

Without further ado, I quote directly from The Hill:
Speaking to reporters on board a flight to Brasilia, Mattis insisted he initially opposed the creation of a separate military branch for space because the administration had not yet defined the challenges space posed for the Pentagon.
"I was not going against setting up a Space Force; what I was against was rushing to do that before we define those problems," Mattis said. "We've had a year, over a year in defining. And the orbitization of this solution in terms of institutionalizing forward momentum is very important."
W.T.F. is orbitization? Has administrative pidgin become the lingua franca in Washington?

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Unlawful Bootlegging of Plastic Straws

Santa Barbara, CA recently made the news by banning plastic straws in restaurants. As a matter of fact, if you're a repeated offender, you can do jail time.

I can see some nincompoops living on the edge by bootlegging plastic straws into Santa Barbara. But they have some odd ideas about the punishment fitting the crime! Surely dispensing plastic straws is maybe worth a $25 fine or so!

Or is the cost of living there so much more than in Huntsville? Anyway, suddenly drinking of malts or milkshakes has become more problematic.

This is not likely to affect beer drinkers, though. Except for the naive people who say that you can get looped by drinking beer through a straw!

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

The Apotheosis of Assholes

Culturally, where did we go wrong?

For much of our national history, we venerated men and women who represented civic virtues of honesty, fair play, modesty, and thrift. When we got past the Gilded Age (or maybe the Depression) we tended to shy away from too blatant displays of wealth and power. We paid lip service to the notion that all of us are created equal. 

Nowadays, that has changed. Some markers of that social degradation include the usual suspect politicians. Yes, I'm looking at you, DJT. But also Bill Clinton, various radio personalities, and so forth. As a matter of fact, the leadership of both political parties.

This tendency has crept into general discourse as well. Sports has become another area of contention. Some of that may be traced to sports talk radio. Fancy a three-hour radio program where idlers can call in with unlimited opportunities to blow off steam and to bloviate! And there's other forms of Talk Radio. Since when should people be provided a forum to blow off without consequence or even rebuttal? 

Even restauranteurs get into the act. Recently, Sarah Huckabee Sanders was denied service at a Virginia establishment because the owner (ostensibly) didn't like her politics or employer or because running her off provided the owner with a golden opportunity to seek attention. (Take your pick,)

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Politically, Things Suck

Let's face it: We've come to a pretty pass when it comes to politics and National leadership.

Right now, we have Donald Trump, strutting and fretting his hour upon the stage. And can't wait for him to be heard no more. He doesn't have even a nodding acquaintance when it comes to truth. He has limited communication skills; and doesn't give a consistent message.

He should stop twittering. It just allows him to impulsively say what goes into his head at the moment. And when the says it or writes it, it's part of the record. No replays. I guess that not saying part of what you think is part of the job.

Barack Obama and George W. Bush had their limitations. But at least they kept control of their thoughts and not say whatever out loud all the time.

But who would replace him?  First, look at the Republican Party bench. There's Mike Pence. Oh please! He's a rigid dumbass! And there's Ted Cruz. Oh no! Marco Rubio or Jeff Flake? Maybe. But the shining light of the Republican Party is dying after serving his country well.

As for the Democrats? They're part of the problem. Let's face it: in 2016 they nominated the one person (other than Nancy Pelosi!) who was the most strongly aversive to too many people. At least they have Joe Biden, such as he is. Lord help us from Elizabeth Warren! Or Bill de Blasio.

But Donald Trump is in James Buchanan or Warren Harding grade category. What did we do to deserve this tool?

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Dicking Around into a Really Classy Academic Paper

Some professors with vivid imaginations and a real need to obtain a tenured position will go to great lengths to produce an academic paper.

The latest coup comes from Oxford Professor George Garnett, who counted the presence of 93 penises on the Bayeux Tapestry.  William the Conquerer's horse's member was the largest. What a magnificent steed he was!

93 penises? Sounds like the Alabama Legislature. Where there are a goodly number of horse dicks and horses' asses to go with them.

Thursday, July 5, 2018

Kentucky Computer Terms

BACKUP - What you do when you run across a skunk in the woods
BAR CODE - Them's the fight'n rules down at the local tavern
BUG - The reason you give for calling in sick
BYTE - What your pit bull dun to cousin Jethro
CACHE - Needed when you run out of food stamps
CHIP - Pasture muffins that you try not to step in
TERMINAL - Time to call the undertaker
CRASH - When you go to Junior's party uninvited
DIGITAL - The art of counting on your fingers
DISKETTE - Female Disco dancer
FAX - What you lie about to the IRS
HACKER - Uncle Leroy after 32 years of smoking
HARDCOPY - Picture looked at when selecting tattoos
INTERNET - Where cafeteria workers put their hair
KEYBOARD - Where you hang the keys to the John Deere
MAC - Big Bubba's favorite fast food
MEGAHERTZ - How your head feels after 17 beers
MODEM - What ya did when the grass and weeds got too tall
MOUSE PAD - Hippie talk for where Mickey and Minnie live
NETWORK - Scoop'n up a big fish before it breaks the line
ONLINE - Where to stay when taking the sobriety test
ROM - Where the pope lives
SCREEN - Helps keep the skeeters off the porch
SERIAL PORT - A red wine you drink with breakfast
SUPERCONDUCTOR - Amtrak's Employee of the year
SCSI (pronounced "scuzzy") - What you call your week-old underwear

Thursday, June 28, 2018

A New Development in Pool Floats

Where there is a possible demand, sometimes commerce steps in with a creative solution to problems.

This is definitely the case with pool floats.

It seems that one manufacturer has come out with a pool float that is specifically intended for girls with big boobs. It has a recessed area in its proper place.

It took a clever engineer to think up that one.

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Why Do We Use This Expression?

My lady Jennifer asked about a widely-used term of disparagement: a real dick.

Now the word used in this sense can literally refer to the penis. And, furthermore, why would alluding someone to be a penis be disparaging? After all, approximately 50% (more or less) of people possess such features. And females supposedly enjoy their being used properly (or many men are credulous). So why is calling one a "dick" a put-down?

Could it be due to Richard Milhous Nixon, known as "Tricky Dick"? Unless he possessed a remarkable talent well-known but since forgotten from that strange time, I doubt it.

Actually, Eric Partridge in one of his works on slang recorded that reference to the penis as far back as the 1880s.

And there's the allusion of "shaking hands with the girlfriend's best friend."

But the British have a dessert of fruit and suet called "spotted dick." And they're not referring to Mr. Cheney or Mr. Nixon with measles. Some have even suggested calling it "spotted richard" instead.

I tried it. It wasn't bad.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Stacy's Mom

Why not a hit by Fountains of Wayne entitled Stacy's Mom?

This one was from 2003. A one-hit wonder. But Stacy's Mom is very see-worthy!

Is Stacy's mom hot? Sizzling, in my opinion.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Catsup or Ketchup?

As if we're not contentious enough, some people can take issue over how to spell that universal condiment, ketchup/catsup. I've seen it both ways.

Further, when is it okay to use this red stuff, so as to use a neutral term not likely to ruffle anyone's feathers.

On hot dogs? Dirty Harry takes exception?

On scrambled eggs?

What about on French fries? Actually, A-1 sauce or barbecue sauce also works well.

And we have to also admit that the red stuff is useful for smothering the bad taste of some foods.

Sunday, June 10, 2018

1968 America Shattered or Hyperbole?

I wasn't around back then, but was America really shattered back in 1968?

Or is this an example of overemphasizing a period because it occurred exactly 50 years ago?

Here's a timeline from Smithsonian.

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

California's State-Sponsored Travel Blacklist

Recently Oklahoma has been added to California's state-sponsored travel blacklist. 

I see that Alabama has already made this list previously.  Apparently California is attempting to exert economic influence on another state's politics. Whether is this a good idea, or just meddlesomeness, is a matter of opinion. 

I must say that it is absolutely comic to think of California as a possible moral compass!

But, amazing to say, none of the articles regarding this addressed the practical aspect of what sort of magnitude this sort of blacklist has on most states. 

For example,  just how has Alabama been affected by being on California's travel blacklist? Somehow, I don't see there having been a large number of ordinary California state employees being required to go to Alabama for some reason or other. Or maybe some beach-starved Californian workers are jonesing for some quality beach time at Gulf Shores!

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Yellow Cardinal

Here's a beautiful but unexpected discovery from Alabaster, AL: a yellow male cardinal! It would be interesting to see if he will have any progeny that also possess this interesting feature. I hope so!

Anyway, he's one in a million!

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Saturday, June 2, 2018

Samantha Bee

So you probably read or were able to figure out how television figure Samantha Bee offensively referred to Ivana Trump, even though most sources referred to it only obliquely.   Plus her apology.

There's the cynical side of me that thought, "Mission accomplished."

Because the big noise regarding her impolite name-calling got one thing in a big way: She got noticed.

Admittedly, she behaved badly. But sometimes a success de scandale boosts ratings. Shades of Janet Jackson!

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

A Racy old Country Song.

You mean country matters.

                  ----William Shakespeare (Hamlet)

Here's a pleasant old country song entitled "Blanket on the Ground" which seems to be a paean to alfresco fucking:

Now the thrill of possible discovery might add to the experience.

Come and look out through the window

That big old moon is shinin' down
Tell me now don't it remind you
Of a blanket on the ground
Remember back when love first found us
We'd go slippin' out of town
And we'd love beneath the moonlight
On a blanket on the ground
I'll get the blanket from the bedroom
And we'll go walkin' once again
To that spot down by the river
Where our sweet love first began
Just because we are married
Don't mean we can't slip around
So let's walk out through the moonlight
And lay the blanket on the ground
Oh, remember how excited
We used to get when love was young
That old moon was our best buddy
We couldn't wait for night to come
Now you know you still excite me
I know you love me like I am
Just once more I wish you'd love me
On the blanket on the ground
I'll get the blanket from the bedroom
And we'll go walkin' once again
To that spot down by the river
Where our sweet love first began
Just because we are married
Don't mean we can't slip around
So let's walk out through the moonlight
And lay the blanket on the ground
Mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Do do do do do do
Songwriters: Roger Bowling