Someone let Sarah Palin loose without her keeper again. She posted this on twitter not long ago:
“Ground Zero Mosque supporters: doesn’t it stab you in the heart, as it does ours throughout the heartland? Peaceful Muslims, pls refudiate.”
You have to admire her mental gymnastics. She’s almost as much fun as ole GW was when it comes to verbal crimes.
Sarah Palin – wordsmith extraordinaire.
Found a link to a website called I Write Like. You cut and paste a bit of your blog and the software compares analyzes your style and pops out who it thinks (does software think?) you write like.
Put a couple of my entries in and voila:
I’m rather flattered.. don’t know if Doctorow would be, but I am….
I have been thinking a lot this month. No, no.. don’t scurry away! You have nothing to fear, I think. You see, I want a scooter. Not just any scooter, but a beautiful Vespa. Since the first time I saw one in a film in the 1980′s I’ve coveted the Vespa. Well, I’ve hatched a cunning plan to get one. I’m going to start my own religion and fleece receive donations from my flock. It’s brilliant, isn’t it? I’ll take donations via paypal and sock the money away until I have enough for my lovely, lovely Vespa.
I’ve been pondering what the new faith will be called. I’m thinking of Church of the Holy Vespa. Rather a nice ring to it, eh? With each donation you will get a photo of a Vespa, with a baddly scribbled drawing of a cat riding it. If you are the first 100 faithful, then I’ll bestow upon you the title of “Vespa Supplicant”, which allows you the privilege of purchasing your own robes, in tasteful red or green, and wander the land begging for more alms for the Holy Vespa. My scooter will be our holy grail of sorts.
What do you think? … hmmm wonder if i can tax exempt status for this.
The Royal Bank of Canada was targeted by a shadowy group called Direct Action in Ottawa. One of the RBC banks was firebombed the other day by this group as part of their protest against RBC and greater corporate Kanada. Like most groups that commit stupid crimes that endanger the innocent, they posted their manifesto shortly after the attack. Here is a snippet:
“Royal Bank Canada is one of the planet’s greenest companies” according to one of its own brochures. Coporate Kanada saw fit to include RBC as one of the top 50 in a competition dubbed Canada’s Greenest Employers, which purports to recognize organizations that have created “a culture of environmental awareness.” Yet RBC is now the major financier of Alberta’s tar sands, one of the largest industrial projects in human history and perhaps the most destructive. The tar sands, now the cause of the second fastest rate of deforestation on the planet, are slated to expand several times its current size.
Dudes! I’d take your manifesto a wee bit more seriously if you hadn’t been caught on camera driving away in an SUV! Come one. If you are going to attack “Corporate Kanada” for it’s anti environmental activities, the least you could do is drive up to the site you are going to firebomb in a Smart Car. Seriously – an SUV? I hope it was at least a hybrid. Maybe you can contact the makers of Smart Cars and get them to sponsor you. Or better yet, ride up on a bicycle. Now that’s environmentally conscientious!
What makes me think these nobs don’t see the irony of using an SUV to strike in the name of environmentalism.
Today, Common Sense and Personal Pride died. They both crawled away into a dark corner and died of embarrassment. Despite fighting a long and difficult battle against people who never understood the concept of “too much information” and “bad sharing”, they were ambushed by a rear guard of “what do you mean this should be private information”. They fought a valiant battle, but were mortally wounded yesterday and never recovered.
It became obvious to both Sense and Pride that there was no longer any hope the world would improve. Their last whimpers uttered were “but it isn’t something to brag about”. With those last words, they hugged each other and slipped from this world.
There will be no funeral services. A candle light vigil will be held in their honour this weekend. Common Sense and Personal Pride were predeceased by their children Fashion Sense, Modesty and Politeness.
Face book posting found the other day. Wonder if he was sitting in the doctor’s office when he posted it.
Every once in a while I see an answer to a question that has me scratching my head in amazement. The question was an excellent one: How did people keep track of the year in Ancient times? Here’s the answer someone gave:
Actually, they often didn’t. BC stands for Before Christ (AD stands for Anno Dimenio, after death) so BC means the time before Jesus supposedly was born. In ancient times they didn’t know how many years it would be until Jesus came or even that he would exist. They didn’t keep track of time at all. Today scientists are able to do things like take dirt samples from the ground (the deeper it gets, the farther into the past it gets) and see about what year it was by our system. In textbooks and other things they’re only making a rough estimate.
Yes, the entire world sat around the fire waiting for Jesus to arrive so they could finally start counting years using AD. Can’t you just envision the conversations? “Hey Bob, son of Job, what’s the date?” “Dunno Ham, Jesus hasn’t arrived so I have no clue. Wish he’d get here so we could figure out when to plant the crops.”
Ohhhh… I have such a headache now.
