Turns out if you give people too much power, they tend to abuse it! The Feds may have broken the law hundreds if not thousands of times in their eavesdropping program. Great.
Charlie Stross Breaks Your Geek Heart
Barring the introduction of magic, we are never going to do interstellar colonization.
This isn’t exactly news, but this time it’s presented in a way that’s both entertaining and accessible.
Easy math about hard tests
Via Slashdot, we find this excellent deconstruction of the bad math behind many so-called “hard” tests.
As one who took several medical licensure and specialist exams, and the Virginia bar exam, passing all, I might be inclined to pat myself on the back, but my former background as a mathematician won’t let me do that. I do remember, however, some remarks from a noted orthopedic surgeon about his own specialty exam: “It was a hellishly hard test, and went on for hours,” he said, “but I’m really glad I passed the first time I took it. Only about 35 percent who took it passed the exam.”
He was describing, with only the slightest tinge of boastfulness, the qualifying exam for specialists in orthopedic surgery. Passing the exam entitled one to join the “college” of orthopedic surgeons, and list oneself as specialist.
“Was it all multiple choice?” I asked. “And how did they grade it?” I was thinking of my own exams. “Did they count only the right answers.?”
When he said Yes to all the questions questions, I did not have the heart to tell him what I knew as a mathematical certainty–that the exam was, like most graduate medical exams, and large parts of legal licensing bar exams in most states , virtually a complete fraud.
Ouch. What the author is driving at is simple: unless there’s some penalty for guessing, “very hard” tests aren’t good measures of anything. This, as you may recall, was a key difference in scoring between the SAT and the ACT at one time (and may still be).
Stately Plump Buck Mulligan wants a goddamn Guinness
Happy Bloomsday, heathen.
Life in the future
Today, we got a little amazed when we went to buy a memory card for our new phone, and spent $14.99 for a 1-gig card smaller than our pinkie nail. And then thought nothing of it.
Not that we’re not still bitter out our missing jetpacks and flying cars, though, dammit.
Bruce is, as always, completely correct
His Portrait of a Modern Terrorist as an Idiot is mandatory reading.
The recently publicized terrorist plot to blow up John F. Kennedy International Airport, like so many of the terrorist plots over the past few years, is a study in alarmism and incompetence: on the part of the terrorists, our government and the press.
Terrorism is a real threat, and one that needs to be addressed by appropriate means. But allowing ourselves to be terrorized by wannabe terrorists and unrealistic plots — and worse, allowing our essential freedoms to be lost by using them as an excuse — is wrong.
The alleged plan, to blow up JFK’s fuel tanks and a small segment of the 40-mile petroleum pipeline that supplies the airport, was ridiculous. The fuel tanks are thick-walled, making them hard to damage. The airport tanks are separated from the pipelines by cutoff valves, so even if a fire broke out at the tanks, it would not back up into the pipelines. And the pipeline couldn’t blow up in any case, since there’s no oxygen to aid combustion. Not that the terrorists ever got to the stage — or demonstrated that they could get there — where they actually obtained explosives. Or even a current map of the airport’s infrastructure.
But read what Russell Defreitas, the lead terrorist, had to say: “Anytime you hit Kennedy, it is the most hurtful thing to the United States. To hit John F. Kennedy, wow…. They love JFK — he’s like the man. If you hit that, the whole country will be in mourning. It’s like you can kill the man twice.”
If these are the terrorists we’re fighting, we’ve got a pretty incompetent enemy.
You couldn’t tell that from the press reports, though. “The devastation that would be caused had this plot succeeded is just unthinkable,” U.S. Attorney Roslynn R. Mauskopf said at a news conference, calling it “one of the most chilling plots imaginable.” Sen. Arlen Specter (R-Pennsylvania) added, “It had the potential to be another 9/11.”
[…]
This isn’t the first time a bunch of incompetent terrorists with an infeasible plot have been painted by the media as poised to do all sorts of damage to America. In May we learned about a six-man plan to stage an attack on Fort Dix by getting in disguised as pizza deliverymen and shooting as many soldiers and Humvees as they could, then retreating without losses to fight again another day. Their plan, such as it was, went awry when they took a videotape of themselves at weapons practice to a store for duplication and transfer to DVD. The store clerk contacted the police, who in turn contacted the FBI. (Thank you to the video store clerk for not overreacting, and to the FBI agent for infiltrating the group.)
The “Miami 7,” caught last year for plotting — among other things — to blow up the Sears Tower, were another incompetent group: no weapons, no bombs, no expertise, no money and no operational skill. And don’t forget Iyman Faris, the Ohio trucker who was convicted in 2003 for the laughable plot to take out the Brooklyn Bridge with a blowtorch. At least he eventually decided that the plan was unlikely to succeed.
I don’t think these nut jobs, with their movie-plot threats, even deserve the moniker “terrorist.” But in this country, while you have to be competent to pull off a terrorist attack, you don’t have to be competent to cause terror. All you need to do is start plotting an attack and — regardless of whether or not you have a viable plan, weapons or even the faintest clue — the media will aid you in terrorizing the entire population.
[…]
So these people should be locked up … assuming they are actually guilty, that is. Despite the initial press frenzies, the actual details of the cases frequently turn out to be far less damning. Too often it’s unclear whether the defendants are actually guilty, or if the police created a crime where none existed before.
The JFK Airport plotters seem to have been egged on by an informant, a twice-convicted drug dealer. An FBI informant almost certainly pushed the Fort Dix plotters to do things they wouldn’t have ordinarily done. The Miami gang’s Sears Tower plot was suggested by an FBI undercover agent who infiltrated the group. And in 2003, it took an elaborate sting operation involving three countries to arrest an arms dealer for selling a surface-to-air missile to an ostensible Muslim extremist. Entrapment is a very real possibility in all of these cases.
The rest of them stink of exaggeration. Jose Padilla was not actually prepared to detonate a dirty bomb in the United States, despite histrionic administration claims to the contrary. Now that the trial is proceeding, the best the government can charge him with is conspiracy to murder, kidnap and maim, and it seems unlikely that the charges will stick. An alleged ringleader of the U.K. liquid bombers, Rashid Rauf, had charges of terrorism dropped for lack of evidence (of the 25 arrested, only 16 were charged). And now it seems like the JFK mastermind was more talk than action, too.
Remember the “Lackawanna Six,” those terrorists from upstate New York who pleaded guilty in 2003 to “providing support or resources to a foreign terrorist organization”? They entered their plea because they were threatened with being removed from the legal system altogether. We have no idea if they were actually guilty, or of what.
[…]
I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t have all the facts in any of these cases. None of us do. So let’s have some healthy skepticism. Skepticism when we read about these terrorist masterminds who were poised to kill thousands of people and do incalculable damage. Skepticism when we’re told that their arrest proves that we need to give away our own freedoms and liberties. And skepticism that those arrested are even guilty in the first place.
There is a real threat of terrorism. And while I’m all in favor of the terrorists’ continuing incompetence, I know that some will prove more capable. We need real security that doesn’t require us to guess the tactic or the target: intelligence and investigation — the very things that caught all these terrorist wannabes — and emergency response. But the “war on terror” rhetoric is more politics than rationality. We shouldn’t let the politics of fear make us less safe.
WORD. Seriously.
More on Transhumanism
Once again, someone asks “how long before prosthetics can exceed original equipment?” It’s a valid question for Jamais Cascio, who’s just been fitted for hearing aids:
These aren’t just dumb amplifiers; they’re little digital signal processors, small enough to fit into the ear canal, and smart enough to know when to boost the input and when to leave it alone. They’re programmable, too (sadly, not by the end-user — programming requires an acoustic enclosure, not just a computer connection). And here’s where therapeutic augmentation starts to fuzz into enhancement: one of the program modes I’m considering would give me far better than normal hearing, allowing me to pick up distant conversations like I was standing right there…
I expect that, over the next decade, hearing aid technologies will have improved enough that most of the drawbacks will have been rectified, and I’ll have access to hearing capabilities better than ever before; over that same time, we may see biomedical advances that can fix deficient hearing, restoring perfectly functional natural hearing. Augmentation for therapy slides inexorably into augmentation for enhancement. Should I give up my better-than-human hearing to go back to a “natural” state?
The TSA continues to establish new, amazing levels of SUCK
How much longer are we going to put up with shit like this?
“I demanded to speak to a TSA [Transportation Security Administration] supervisor who asked me if the water in the sippy cup was ‘nursery water or other bottled water.’ I explained that the sippy cup water was filtered tap water. The sippy cup was seized as my son was pointing and crying for his cup. I asked if I could drink the water to get the cup back, and was advised that I would have to leave security and come back through with an empty cup in order to retain the cup. As I was escorted out of security by TSA and a police officer, I unscrewed the cup to drink the water, which accidentally spilled because I was so upset with the situation.
“At this point, I was detained against my will by the police officer and threatened to be arrested for endangering other passengers with the spilled 3 to 4 ounces of water. I was ordered to clean the water, so I got on my hands and knees while my son sat in his stroller with no shoes on since they were also screened and I had no time to put them back on his feet.
“I was ordered to apologize for the spilled water, and again threatened arrest. I was threatened several times with arrest while detained, and while three other police officers were called to the scene of the mother with the 19 month old. A total of four police officers and three TSA officers reported to the scene where I was being held against my will. I was also told that I should not disrespect the officer and could be arrested for this too. I apologized to the officer and she continued to detain me despite me telling her that I would miss my flight. The officer advised me that I should have thought about this before I ‘intentionally spilled the water!'”
Goatfuckers.
Tony Snow may have cancer, but he’s still a douchebag
From yesterday’s briefing:
Helen Thomas: Are there any members of the Bush family or this administration in this war?
Tony Snow: Yes, the President. The President is in the war every day.
Thomas: Come on. That isn’t my question.
Snow: If you ask any President who is a Commander-in-Chief —
Thomas: On the front lines —
Snow: The President.
What a jackoff. Via TPM.
Luke Cage, Angry Pimp
Best comic panel evar.
Both Long and Geeky, but worth it for some of you
Software development is a terribly arcane art. Among the more advanced techniques is, of course, Abject-Oriented Programming.
Dept. of Old Things
Via MSNBC, but widely linked:
BOSTON — A 50-ton bowhead whale caught off the Alaskan coast last month had a weapon fragment embedded in its neck that showed it survived a similar hunt — more than a century ago.
Embedded deep under its blubber was a 3-1/2 inch arrow-shaped projectile that has given researchers insight into the whale’s age, estimated between 115 and 130 years old.
Retro Video Thursday
Twenty years later, we still don’t understand why there are cows in this video, but it’s still cool.
Provisionally Good News
Two years ago, we wrote of Richard Yates, the least well-known of the postwar writers, and the only one who used to be our neighbor 16 years and a lifetime ago in Tuscaloosa. His most famous work, Revolutionary Road, may now find the audience it’s always deserved, as MeFi reports it’s becoming a film helmed by Sam Mendes.
A few years ago — say, before seeing The Departed — we’d have been discouraged by the casting, since it reunites Leo with Kate as the protagonist Wheelers. We’ve mellowed, though, and the once-annoying DiCaprio has matured a bit, so we remain optimistic.
Dept. of Shit You Just Cannot Make Up
Tonight, the Houston Bar Association is presenting an all-lawyer musical comedy called “Draculaw.”
Posting for Mrs Heathen
Veronica Mars creator Rob Thomas (no, not this one) is reportedly in talks with DC to continue Veronica’s adventures in print, thereby allowing him to use currently-fallow 4th season storylines after all.
Hey, good enough for Joss Whedon is good enough for Veronica.
Best. Boombox. EVAR.
This inspires all sorts of awe for the sheer over-the-toppedness at work. Sure, it’s a 92-pound plywood box powered by a car battery, but it’s also got an 8-track deck, a cupholder, dual antennae, an internal FM hookup for your iPod, live cigarette lighters, and two conventional electrical outlets as well. We are not making this up. Don’t miss the video.
(From the makers of Wanky the Safety Cat.)
Curmudgeon-ism, Apple Fanboy Edition
Two bits:
With Safari for Windows now available, you poor folks marooned on Windows no longer have any excuse. Pick Firefox or Safari, but for God’s sake quit using IE.
Webkit development on the iPhone doesn’t mollify us. It sounds like a pretty poor way to do “real” apps, like a hypothetical replacement email client, an SSH tool, etc. We’re still pretty happy we didn’t wait.
We’re really excited about Leopard, but October seems like a long time to wait.
More: Gizmodo has a long writeup on why the iPhone will be crippled by the lack of an SDK. It’s spot on.
WE LIVE
Fear not! We’re fine! The long hiatus is all about “busy” and “travel;” we had to go see some weirdo get married over the weekend, which made it hard to catch up on Saturday. Rest assured we’ve got some posty goodness coming soon. In the meantime, here’s a tiny bit of dialog from a hung-over Saturday brunch:
Mrs. N: “You know, it IS possible for things to be shitty and fantastic at the same time.”
Mr. N: “Especially if you’re a coprophile.”
Later, we’ll also write about the most over-the-top wedding we’ve attended in a long while; perhaps the finest intro to the reception can be found in the fact that, upon entering the museum where said reception was held, we were confronted by the juxtaposition of Jesus, Juleps, and Sushi.
The only Paris Hilton story we’ve ever been happy about
From CNN:
LOS ANGELES, California (AP) — Screaming and crying, Paris Hilton was escorted out of a courtroom and back to jail Friday after a judge ruled that she must serve out her entire 45-day sentence behind bars rather than in her Hollywood Hills home.
Ah, the Rude One’s at it again
Um, wow.
A Chinese newspaper clerk is in trouble for allowing a reference to the Tiananmen massacre in a classified ad. It wasn’t deliberate; as it happens, the clerk had never heard of the massacre, as state censorship of any reference to the event is profound and total, so the clerk had no idea what was special about “mothers of June 4.”
This would be funny if it weren’t sad
Dept. of HOLY CRAP
Check this out, from TED; Microsoft’s Blaise Aguera y Arcas demonstrates an interesting new way to use and manipulate photographs on the web:
Best. Lego. EVAR.
No surprise here
The JFK airport “terror plot”, like the London liquid plot, turns out to be bullshit:
When U.S. Attorney Roslynn Mauskopf described the alleged terror plot to blow up Kennedy Airport as “one of the most chilling plots imaginable,” which might have caused “unthinkable” devastation, one law enforcement official said he cringed.
The plot, he knew, was never operational. The public had never been at risk. And the notion of blowing up the airport, let alone the borough of Queens, by exploding a fuel tank was in all likelihood a technical impossibility.
And now, with a portrait emerging of alleged mastermind Russell Defreitas as hapless and episodically homeless, and of co-conspirator Abdel Nur as a drug addict, Mauskopf’s initial characterizations seem more questionable — some go so far as to say hyped.
We love that Bloomberg is so honest in his assessment:
There are lots of threats to you in the world. There’s the threat of a heart attack for genetic reasons. You can’t sit there and worry about everything. Get a life. You have a much greater danger of being hit by lightning than being struck by a terrorist.
One of our favorite comics
Achewood remains tops, but xkcd.com is pretty fucking fantastic. Here are two great examples:
- Powers of One (you’ll need to know a certain great educational film to get this one)
- The Electromagnetic Spectrum, annotated
Games we need
So far we’ve avoided the whole Guitar Hero craze, but the 80s edition may well push us over the top. Like the best PS2 games, it’s actually possible for it to be a social endeavor, as opposed to a solitary one.
What to think about today
D-Day and the Battle of Normandy, perhaps the most significant day of the 20th century, began 63 years ago today.
Dept. of Surprises in Closing Credits
We just caught the tail end of Leaving Las Vegas on IFC, and were amazed to see the following appeared in the film. We figure we need to see the whole thing again just to verify:
- Richard Lewis, Steven Weber, and CSI:Miami‘s Emily Proctor (though she’ll always be Ainsley to us) are all in the first scene (at the restaurant)
- Law & Order’s Carey Lowell
- Third Rock from the Sun‘s French Stewart
- Fucking R. Lee Ermey as a “Conventioneer”
- Mariska Hartigay — i.e., daughter of Jayne Mansfield, now famous as Olivia Benson on Law & Order: SVU — as “hooker at bar”
- Julian Lennon as “Bartender #3 in Biker Bar”
Hey Horne Peep This
How to Make Thermite. This is just the sort of thing we’d have done in high school, if there’d been a public Internet back then. Of course, we’d have used better music.
(Mind the annoying ad.)
Damn.
Godspeed, Tucker. Send your wishes to Mike and Anne.
Dear Intarwub
Please get for us this clock.
Today’s scariest headline
Er. Um.
Kohler’s advertising people are very, very strange. On the upside, the microdemographic of “people turned on by hot plumbers flushing objects not meant to be flushed” will be very, very pleased.
Dept. of Excellent Service
On Saturday, we finally broke down and got a new phone, which meant we also needed a new case. These things are too damned expensive to NOT have some kind of protection on the screen. The folks at Sena Cases did a fine job with the case on our old Treo, so we went over to their site and ended up ordering a very similar case for the 8525. Again, on SATURDAY. As we’re cheap, we also opted for the “fast, but US Mail” delivery option.
It arrived today.
(More on the migration from Palm to WinMo later.)
The Onion Still Rules
Archeologist Tired of Unearthing Unspeakable Ancient Evils:
“It’s true, I’ve got to stop reading the inscriptions on ancient door seals out loud,” Whitson said. “I also need to quit dusting off medallions set into strange sarcophagi, allowing the light to hit them for the first time in centuries. And replacing the jewels that have fallen from the foreheads of ancient frog-deity statues—that’s just bad archaeological practice.”
Palm is dead.
Palm’s founder Jeff Hawkins unveiled a new device today, and the response has been appropriately underwhelming. The “Foleo” is a $500 companion to your Treo; it pairs therewith and provides a full-size screen and keyboard, plus wifi, but isn’t useful on its own.
TechDirt lays it out:
The unspoken marketing message here is that users need to shell out for the Foleo on top of a Treo because the smartphone doesn’t deliver an acceptable user experience for mobile email. Palm would be far better off improving its outdated smartphones, instead of focusing on creating new (and pointless) product lines, but it’s really beginning to look like that’s asking too much of the company.
We’re pretty sure Palm has basically just announced they’re going under, just kind of subtly and relatively far in advance. So long. It’s been fun.
Dan Dickenson has more spot-on commentary:
Palm is in a desperate fight to stay alive at this point. Palm OS has languished horribly, so much so that when I got my Treo at work last year, the only significant different from the Palm V I had back in 2000 was that the Treo had a color display. Worse, the company doesn’t seem to have anyone focused on application design – the Sidekick thrashes it up and down the street for usability. If a company can’t innovate within their own product line in over 6 years, I can’t find any enthusiasm as they try and invent a new class of devices.
Scary Lede? Scary story.
Sometimes, a lede doesn’t really capture the story, or the truth of the matter, but when the lede is “The Bush administration said Tuesday it will fight to keep meatpackers from testing all their animals for mad cow disease,” you pretty much know what you’re getting, right?
The Bush administration said Tuesday it will fight to keep meatpackers from testing all their animals for mad cow disease.
The Agriculture Department tests fewer than 1 percent of slaughtered cows for the disease, which can be fatal to humans who eat tainted beef. A beef producer in the western state of Kansas, Creekstone Farms Premium Beef, wants to test all of its cows.
Larger meat companies feared that move because, if Creekstone should test its meat and advertised it as safe, they might have to perform the expensive tests on their larger herds as well.
The Agriculture Department regulates the test and argued that widespread testing could lead to a false positive that would harm the meat industry.
There is, of course, more.
Remember when we said we missed the Russians? We were kidding.
Russia tests new ICBM system. Oh, good.
Best. Stairs. EVAR.
Hey, Mrs Heathen, why don’t we do this with our stairs?
Contractor Diary: First Class Seatmate Edition
For most of the last five or eight weeks, we’ve had sufficient mojo with Continental that our flights have been in First Class. This is good for all sorts of reasons, but the biggest one is the aggregate: it turns 3 hours of discomfort and annoyance into a relatively benign nap-snack-and-cocktail event. Flying still sucks, but the suck is muffled by the increased personal space, free liquor, and somewhat passable food. Also in front, the aforementioned increase in space means that even very, um, girthful companions don’t encroach on your own sovereign zone, so you win again.
Also — and this is the key part — one’s seatmates up front tend to be of a slightly different group than the random mingling of hoi polloi found in coach. It’s not a socioeconomic thing, at least not purely; most First Class fliers didn’t buy First Class tickets. Front cabins are dominated by upgraded frequent fliers who — yes — do tend to have decent jobs, and often wear fancy watches, but the important difference is attitude about flight. We do this a lot. We’re seated quickly, don’t annoy the attendants or each other, etc. In back, you run the risk of chatty Cathy babbling about her first flight, her boyfriend, her grandchildren, her dog, The fucking Secret, or whatever. In front, this usually doesn’t happen. We sit, listen to our iPods, read books, or work on our laptops.
Given all that, then, imagine our shock and horror upon discovering that, on Friday last, our seatmate was (a) dressed like a middle-aged goth pimp, in black denim, a studded belt from Motley Crue’s yard sale, and an 80s-riffic pinstriped shirt and (b) intending to pass his 3 hour flight perusing not one but TWO classy publications: Penthouse and Hustler, which were the only items he carried aboard.
Really? You mean it, Huggy Bear? What the fuck, man?
We’ve got nothing against porn, but Christ Almighty, buddy, there’s a time and a place. Someone could passably read Playboy in public — they have been, at least in years past, one of the great American magazines, and published no end of strong writing. Sure, there are pretty naked girls, but there really ARE articles in there. With PimpMan’s choices, though, no articles were on offer — or, rather, certainly no articles written for or by persons who do not move their lips when they read, or extending beyond a paragraph or two attached to shots of a positively gynecological nature. He made some attempts to shield the magazine from the attendant when she came by — which was often, as there were only 2 rows in First — but when he thought he was “safe,” he was holding them like one might read the Economist.
(He came aboard with a co-worker, who was seated across the aisle. Their conversation dried up once he realized what Pimpy was reading.)
Oddly, both Creepy and Cute
How to be a bad neighbor
Notice a boatload of unsecured Wifi networks from your living room? Why not use all of them at once with this delightfully nefarious device?
Al Gore Rules
From his Assault on Reason, forthcoming, and excerpted in Time recently:
The persistent and sustained reliance on falsehoods as the basis of policy, even in the face of massive and well-understood evidence to the contrary, seems to many Americans to have reached levels that were previously unimaginable.
A large and growing number of Americans are asking out loud: “What has happened to our country?” People are trying to figure out what has gone wrong in our democracy, and how we can fix it.
To take another example, for the first time in American history, the Executive Branch of our government has not only condoned but actively promoted the treatment of captives in wartime that clearly involves torture, thus overturning a prohibition established by General George Washington during the Revolutionary War.
It is too easy–and too partisan–to simply place the blame on the policies of President George W. Bush. We are all responsible for the decisions our country makes. We have a Congress. We have an independent judiciary. We have checks and balances. We are a nation of laws. We have free speech. We have a free press. Have they all failed us? Why has America’s public discourse become less focused and clear, less reasoned? Faith in the power of reason–the belief that free citizens can govern themselves wisely and fairly by resorting to logical debate on the basis of the best evidence available, instead of raw power–remains the central premise of American democracy. This premise is now under assault.
American democracy is now in danger–not from any one set of ideas, but from unprecedented changes in the environment within which ideas either live and spread, or wither and die. I do not mean the physical environment; I mean what is called the public sphere, or the marketplace of ideas.
It is simply no longer possible to ignore the strangeness of our public discourse. I know I am not alone in feeling that something has gone fundamentally wrong. In 2001, I had hoped it was an aberration when polls showed that three-quarters of Americans believed that Saddam Hussein was responsible for attacking us on Sept. 11. More than five years later, however, nearly half of the American public still believes Saddam was connected to the attack.
At first I thought the exhaustive, nonstop coverage of the O.J. Simpson trial was just an unfortunate excess–an unwelcome departure from the normal good sense and judgment of our television news media. Now we know that it was merely an early example of a new pattern of serial obsessions that periodically take over the airwaves for weeks at a time: the Michael Jackson trial and the Robert Blake trial, the Laci Peterson tragedy and the Chandra Levy tragedy, Britney and KFed, Lindsay and Paris and Nicole.
While American television watchers were collectively devoting 100 million hours of their lives each week to these and other similar stories, our nation was in the process of more quietly making what future historians will certainly describe as a series of catastrophically mistaken decisions on issues of war and peace, the global climate and human survival, freedom and barbarity, justice and fairness.
Then, later:
In order to reclaim our birthright, we Americans must resolve to repair the systemic decay of the public forum. We must create new ways to engage in a genuine and not manipulative conversation about our future. We must stop tolerating the rejection and distortion of science. We must insist on an end to the cynical use of pseudo-studies known to be false for the purpose of intentionally clouding the public’s ability to discern the truth. Americans in both parties should insist on the re-establishment of respect for the rule of reason.
Word.
Culturally insensitive to Germans? Sure. But still funny.
Here’s an oldie but a goodie.
Hah!
So, the BBC was absurdly stupid and alarmist on some “Wifi Expose” thing, right? Wellington Grey addresses it.
Books we need to read
Yet another excellent reason to avoid WordPress
Best thing EVER overheard in an office
“Do YOU usually smell like deer urine if you don’t shower?”
(No, we were not a part of the conversation.)