Quit piling on about the Bowling Green Massacre!
That’s very good advice. After all, everybody makes mistakes, and this time, mirabile dictu, it was even admitted, eventually.
So shouldn’t we forgive and forget, show compassion, and move on?? I mean, it’s become an indelible part of our history now.
This is all excellent advice, which I fully intend to follow.
Starting tomorrow.
Law & Order’s Special Victims Unit had nothing on Genevieve “Gigi” Burkhalter of Durham NC; but that wasn’t going to stop the North Carolina state troopers who do security around the governor’s mansion in Raleigh. The mansion is currently occupied by governor Pat McCrory, known worldwide as the face of HB2, Carolina’s trans-hostile Bathroom Law.
The troopers were sure they saw a crime being committed there under cover of darkness on April 15, 2016, and when they followed up what they saw on a security videocam, there it was, on the green lawn near the mansion.
A bomb? A corpse? A cache of erased State Department emails? No, wait — it was a toilet.
But not just any toilet. A rainbow toilet. Bearing a sign:
“Gov. McCrory, your hands are not clean. Cut the Crap! #We Came 2 Slay HB2.”
Madea on Halloween–Boo! Went to see this movie at the Tuesday bargain matinee. The film was the surprise box office winner for films that opened last weekend. My goal for it was twofold: 1. Pig out on popcorn (no added “butter,” free refill); and 2. Be distracted from the fearful foolishness outside. I’m aware that … Continue reading Madea on Halloween–Boo!
Happy Quaker Day So I guess I’ll have a bowl & a bump & toddle (or stagger) off to Meeting. Bust me some Quaker rhymes, Jack!
Pervasive: Sirius/XM is an example of how Orwell’s 1984 Big Brother society is growing, its tendrils silently stretching & enfolding us like those of the morning glory vines that are taking over the little garden plot outside my kitchen door.
The network knows & tracks everything I listen to, and (besides turning it over to the NSA & whoever other real Spooks want it) uses this “data” to pursue its real goal, that is, selling me stuff. And to do that it sells the data to others likewise tracking me, including the New York Times.
Nothing new or surprising here; part of today’s totally quotidian. And the demographics seemingly make good sense: a Times reader who listens to an earnestly thoughtful show on politics: should be prime for “quality,” somewhat-above-middlebrow products.
Now the limitations part: the product in question is a razor; Harry’s razor, to be specific. Take a bow, Harry:
Harry seems determined to make me a customer: the ad usually pops up several times in each day’s Times, in different shapes & with varying copy. As I say, this has been going on for weeks.
And with each appearance, it reinforces my bemusement. That’s because of how, despite all the impeccable logic applied by the various marketers involved, assisted by their expertly high-tech algorithms, the ad is an utter misfire: I am just not a candidate for Harry’s merchandise.