Miscalculating & More
From yesterday: Justice, but what good will it do? The slime’s constituents will probably reelect him in a landslide. He’ll probably win Feinstein’s senate seat. Headline from nypost.com: “Chaos erupts on House floor after Adam Schiff censured for ‘misleading American public’ over Trump-Russia.” Behind closed doors Dems must be laughing themselves silly over what they get away with.
Also from yesterday: Unsurprising headline from NYP: “AI finds conservative women more attractive and happier in photos.” They’re not perpetually aggrieved.
Today, NYP: “An unusual technique: Brazen bandit uses blowtorch to steal $448 in skin care products from NYC Walgreens: video.” Even sub-humans adapt. He must have miscalculated. He could have stolen another $551 in goods without fear of penalty.
No end to PC madness, NYP headline: “Plant-based activists demand ‘Macon Bacon’ baseball team change name to stop its ‘glorification of bacon’.” Imagine life without bacon. Long live bacon!
My laptop’s battery is down to 9%. It hasn’t gone higher than 11% the past two days. Looks like it’s time for a new PC.
Not only does crime seem out of control, people seem to be caving to their basic instincts in celebrating the deaths of those with whom they disagree politically, as if there aren’t legions behind the deceased.
Here are ten jokes from the late great Rodney Dangerfield I don’t recall having heard, gleaned from http://funnycomedianquotes.com/. Heaven knows we can use the laughs these days:
I walked in on my wife and the milkman, the first thing she says is “Don’t tell the butcher”!
I get no respect. The way my luck is running, if I was a politician, I would be honest.
I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father. He said he wanted more proof.
I told my dentist my teeth are going yellow. He told me to wear a brown tie.
I was so ugly my mother used to feed me with a sling shot.
Life is just a bowl of pits.
My mother had morning sickness after I was born.
When I was a kid my parents moved a lot, but I always found them.
Yeah, I know I’m ugly… I said to a bartender, “Make me a zombie.” He said “God beat me to it.”
I tell ya, my wife was never nice. On our first date, I asked her if I could give her a goodnight kiss on the cheek — she bent over!
When my old man wanted sex, my mother would show him a picture of me.
I miscalculated today in terms of the floating book shop. I should have ignored the forecast for heavy rain, which proved erroneous, and set up at a nearby viaduct. I haven’t had much luck there through the years, but it would have been better than staying home.
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