I have a few hours before the big fight to save the gudwife resumes, so here are some meandering thoughts I've been accumulating for a week or so.
- (Gun) Control: PawPaw skewers the traitorous Captain Mark Kelly with his sharp Acadian lampoon, and bastes him over a slow pit with his own juices. Laissez la Verite roule, monsieur!
- Our President: dares to flash his anti-semitism at Israeli defense policy. Here's a flash for YOU, Mister President: Israel is actually faced with nuclear annihilation should Iran get their nuke. We are only second on Iran's list. Being a small Nation, one nuke would do a lot of damage to the Israeli nation, whereas we could soak up one nuke and soldier on in the USA. If Israel is actually "beating it's chest", which I haven't seen, it's doing it as a means of issuing the strongest possible warning to Iran. Your "warnings" to Iran, Mister President, have no substance to them at all, and are taken as jokes, or worse, as Taqiyya in Qom and Tehran, so S.T.F.U., Mister President. BTW, the "beating the chest" remark is an obvious suck-up to Egypt's IMFWIC (Islamist mo-fo what's in charge) Morsi, and refers to his anti-semetic remark about the Jews being descendants of apes, so this is all about a bunch of anti-semites trying to one-up each other. Still think Obama isn't a closet Islamist?
- Nature musing: Do you read the venerable nature 'toon "Mark Trail" in the Sunday funny-papers? There is good stuff in there, and little of the usual earth-religion apple-crapple you get from other such sources. This weekend's enlightenment was about the genus Myocastor Coypus, better known by it's commercial name, Nutria, or it's local name, "water rat", except in Oregon, where "water rat" is the title given to OSU Beavers (by OU Duck fans, anyway). The story on the nutria was one of the usual meddling with nature and it's disastrous consequences. The prolific animal was brought here because of it's lustrous fur, and a commercial exploitation of that fur was made with varying success. Current exploitation of Coypus is to try to interest yuppies in eating it's flesh. One unscrupulous coypus farmer in Clark County, WA was discovered selling his skinned coypus carcasses to a local taco-shack chef, who put it in tacos and called it "pulled pork". While this sounds far-fetched, it's not, a good friend of mine from Seattle, down here to visit family, ate some water-rat tacos she picked up in Vancouver WA, got food poisoning from it, but had the left-overs to take to the King County medical officer, who positively identified it as water-rat meat, and had his counterpart in Clark County hammer the taco shack that sold them. I get a chuckle at the consternation of the enviros that all their precious wetlands are being done in by coypus, though, because, as the Wiki explains, they took care of this problem down Louisiana way by putting a bounty on the water rats, and .22s in the hands of hunters did the rest. Horrors! A GUN solution to a problem? Can't have that!
Well, it's getting on towards time to pester a few more medical staff about the gudwife's program, so I'll sign off for now.
All y'all keep your BeeEss detector screens on Double-Front, you hear?