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Category: “Teh Stoopid”

  • More Vegan Idiocy, UK-Style

    Well, it seems as if the vegan community in the UK have their knickers in a knot again.  But this time around, it’s not about the normal vegan “causes du jour”.

    This time, they’re apparently “outraged” over the UK’s new 5-pound banknote.  They’re up in arms because the new polymer banknote “is not vegan”.

    Seriously.

    It seems that small amounts of animal products – tallow, specifically – are used during the manufacturing process.  So that makes the new notes “unacceptable.”

    Silly me.  I always thought banknotes were money – not food.  But apparently vegas must eat them.

    Talk about yer “green” diet!  I guess I need to learn more about vegan    idiocy    practices.  (smile)

    IMO the best response was from one guy in the UK.  He’s offered any vegan who finds the new 5-pound unacceptable the opportunity to get rid of those “icky” banknotes in exchange for a pound – presumably a pound coin, which contains no animal products.

    No word on how many takers he’s had so far.  (smile)

  • GMAFB, Part . . . Aw Hell, I Lost Count

    Well, the PC crowd is       showing its ass       demonstrating its “wisdom” yet again.  This time, it’s the “enlightened” city government of Bloomington, Indiana, that’s hard at work “saving us from ourselves”.

    It seems that the City of Bloomington has chosen to officially rename two holidays.  Henceforth, in Bloomington, they will not be known by their common – and legal – names.

    The Bloomington city government chose to do this because they deemed the actual names of the holidays to be “culturally insensitive”.  Gotta protect those “special little snowflakes” from being offended, dontcha know.

    The two holidays Bloomington’s ordered renamed?  Good Friday – and Columbus Day.

    I’m not joking.

    Freaking idiots.  Yo, Bloomington:  Hank Hill has a message for you regarding this stupidity.  He kinda sums things up in about 5 seconds, IMO.

    The main campus of the University of Indiana is located in Bloomington, so this really isn’t too surprising.   This kind of libidiotic PC crap is regrettably quite common in college towns.

    Hey, wait a minute . . . “Indiana”.  Isn’t that rather “culturally insensitive”, too?  (smile)

  • Once Again, Into the . . . Idiocy

    Welcome back my friends, to the dumb that never ends . . . .

     

    Had a visit the other day.  My little friend Birdie came to visit – with news.

    Yeah, those      idiotic jerks      “fine fellows” we “know and love” in the DRG are at it again. Once again, I’ve been “identified”. Oh no!   “The horror . . . the horror!”

    Well, no – not really.  They’re just as accurate this time as they have been the previous fourteen times.

    In other words:  they Fornicated Fido yet again.  Not even close.

    But hey, I should count my blessings – it looks like they’re back to their old tricks.  Once again, they’ve taken to identifying me as a true BAMF.  I suppose that’s better than many other possibilities.  Hell, they could have identified me as being some Metrosexual Clintoon supporter – but they didn’t!

    Anyway:  this time, those       dumbcluck jholes       fine individuals have “identified” me as being a retired SF NCO.  He doesn’t need their grief, so I’ll refrain from naming him.

    But really, DRC:  California?  The freaking Granola State?  Live there?  Me?

    Puh-leeze.  To paraphrase someone from the 80s who had just as “winning” a personality as you guys:  “You cannot be serious!”

    Now, I’ve been to parts of California.  It’s scenic, and it seems a nice place to visit.  There’s plenty to do there, and the weather is nice.  (Well, at least in SoCal.  Froze my azz off the few times I had business in the Bay area.)  You wanna live in a beautiful place that’s also a Socialist cesspool trying its damnedest to regress to Third World economic status through stupid public policy and governmental over-regulation, be my guest.

    But me live there?  Oh, hell no!  Not now; not ever.  Ain’t gonna happen unless and until that crazy place returns to political sanity.  And I just don’t think I’ll live long enough to see that.

    . . .

    OK, obligatory recap time.  This is at least misidentification number fifteen – and I say “at least” because that count only includes the ones I’ve seen or which Birdie has mentioned to me.  I’m sure there were at least one or two others I missed.

    This time around, I’m a retired SF NCO.  Last time, according to the DRG I was a 1SG in an Army Engineer unit.  The time before that, purportedly I was a bona fide war hero with multiple high decorations for valor.

    I’ve previously been misidentified by those tools as both a retired SF Major and SGM; a serving Army officer; a retired law professor who served in the Army during the Eisenhower administration; 4 different Navy SEALs; a Navy diver; a deceased Army GO; a different longtime commenter at TAH; and a guy who occasionally writes a sports column for a newspaper in the Midwest.  If you want to read the details, follow the link at the second link above – and continue following links.  I’m not going to take the time to link each previous article individually; there are too many of them now.

    So far, the DRG is batting “Oh-fer” – whiffing every time.  They’ve now whiffed at least 15 consecutive times.  I don’t see that changing any time soon.

    But hey:  at least they’re consistent.  Sorta.  (smile)

    Keep wasting yer time if you want, DRG.  It’s a free country.

    But, honestly – I’m getting a bit worried about you folks.  It’s beginning to seem to me that the following accurately sums up your behavior.  And that’s not good.

     

  • Bless Their Pointy Little Leftist Heads

    Ah, Baltimore.  That “glorious” East Coast city with one of the highest murder rates in the nation.

    Per Wikipedia, Baltimore’s murder and non-negligent homicide rate in 2014 was 33.8 per 100,000 population.  That’s the highest on the East Coast, higher even than Newark’s.  And it’s the 4th-highest in the US overall – trailing only St Louis, Detroit, and New Orleans.

    So, what has Baltimore done to try and reduce this rate?  Glad you asked.  The other day, they passed a law banning firearm replicas.  You know, like BB guns which look too much like real pistols.

    I’m serious.  From the linked article:

    City Council President Bernard C. “Jack” Young said replica guns are contributing to violence on Baltimore’s streets. He said people are using the fake weapons in robberies, and children who carry them are put in harm’s way.

    Yeah, that’s a real quote.  Apparently the Baltimore city council president actually thinks many criminals in Baltimore are committing armed robberies with replica firearms.  Well, either that or he’s dissembling for public consumption.

    But hey – it’s Baltimore.  So it’s entirely possible he really is that freaking clueless.

    OK, here’s the background info on what IMO actually caused this idiocy:  apparently last April a Baltimore teen got into an altercation with a Baltimore cop – and got shot because he flashed his replica BB-gun.  (The 14-year-old dumbass was lucky; he survived.)  To prevent another such “unfortunate occurrence”, Baltimore has by city ordinance now banned the possession of such “replica firearms” by its citizens.

    I guess that shouldn’t be a surprise, though.  Baltimore is indeed a part of the People’s Republic of Maryland.  Idiocy like this seems to be endemic there.

  • Yet Another Dose of PC Stupidity from Academia

    In yet another example of PC asininity, a group of 469 students and professors at a major university have asked the university’s president to refrain from using quotations from a particular historical figure.  In common vernacular, they’ve done so because, in essence, “That’s racist!”

    Yeah, I know – you’re thinking this is just another example of garden-variety academic stupidity.  Well, read on.

    The university in question is the University of Virginia.  The historical figure?  Thomas Jefferson – who founded the University of Virginia in 1819.  The PC tools who signed the letter drafted by an equally clueless group of faculty object to the University of Virginia’s President using Jefferson quotations because he was a slaveowner during the late 1700s and early 1800s.

    I’m serious.

    Unfortunately, the University of Virginia’s president – Dr. Teresa Sullivan – didn’t have the guts to tell the fools, politely, to GFT (plural of GFY).  Her reply was IMO a weasel-worded cop-out, saying that “quoting someone recognizes ‘the potency of that person’s words’ ” without implying “an endorsement of all the social structures and beliefs of his time”.

    No sh!t, Dr. Sullivan.  That’s incredibly obvious to anyone with three or more working brain cells.  Although perhaps you did need to spell it out “see Dick and Jane” style for this particular group of fools.

    Dr. Sullivan should have provided a bit of adult leadership here, but didn’t really do that.   IMO, she should have instead said something along these lines:   “Jefferson was a great man, but was a man of his times.  He was not perfect.  However, his ideas remain sound, and form the basis of our democracy; he also founded this university. 

    As this university’s President, I will continue to quote Jefferson whenever I feel doing so is appropriate.  It’s a free country; in your own writings, feel free to quote him or not as you desire.

    If that last is unacceptable to you, perhaps you should seek your education or employment elsewhere.  Here at the University of Virginia, we allow freedom of speech – even when that involves facts or ideas we find distasteful.”

  • Equal Opportunity . . .

    . . . stupidity.  Gender-wise, that is.

    I wrote yesterday about the fool caught driving naked and “wired” (literally) down in Florida.  Well, today we apparently have the ladies’ response in kind, courtesy of what appears to be “selfie” video by a lady from Buenos Aires, Argentina.

    Topless mystery woman the most distracting driver ever?

    “Loquita”, indeed.  (smile)

  • Shocking.

    Provided without comment – except to say that it doesn’t seem to be anyone we “know and love”.  (smile)

    Police: Naked man drove in Boynton with wires attached to groin-area

    No word if the “fine fellow” was humming this tune while driving around wired. (smile)

  • The Never Ending DRC “Groundhog Day” Saga – Episode 14

    Well, it seems I’ve been “exposed”.  Yet again.

    It seems the DRC, or perhaps a member thereof, thinks they know who I am.  Yet again.

    This time, a little birdie told me that they’ve “determined” I’m a First Sergeant.  And they’ve also “determined” that I’m assigned to an Army Engineer unit.

    Hmm.  That’s odd.  I don’t remember getting those assignment orders.  I think I’d remember something like that.

    I also don’t remember getting orders appointing me to be a First Sergeant in any Engineer unit.  I think I’d remember that, too.

    And I distinctly remember getting retirement orders some time back.  (Looks at file copy.)  Yeah, there they are.  Maybe I should check my ID card to be sure.

    (Looks at Retired ID card).  Yep, ID card confirms it – I’m retired.  Hmm.  So, how in the world did I get assigned to an Engineer unit as a First Sergeant?

    Gee, ya don’t suppose those      morons      fellows got things wrong yet again, do you?

    Well, yeah:  they did.  For at least the 14th time, they’ve had a collective brain fart and misidentified another individual as being me.

    Wait, scratch that. They’d actually have to have a functional brain to have a brain fart. Not sure they qualify on that score – even in aggregate.

    For the record: I’m not assigned to any Engineer unit; I’m a retiree. I don’t know this guy they’ve identified as being me – hell, I’ve never met him.  (I’m not going to name him here; he doesn’t need the grief.)  And I don’t live anywhere near his unit’s HQ, either.

    But nonetheless, the DRC claims that’s who I am.  And considering their track record here . . . I’m not surprised.

    Those fools couldn’t find their own butts with written instructions, both hands, two full-length mirrors, and a helper. It figures they’d screw up “finding” me one more time.

    . . .

    OK, obligatory recap.  This is at least the 14th time the DRC has Fornicated Fido and identified some individual as being me.  I’m pretty sure I’ve missed one or two of their bogus IDs along the way, so the real total is probably higher.

    They’ve been wrong every freaking time.  And they show no sign of getting any better with practice.

    For anyone interested, this article gives a brief description of their last erroneous ID.  This second article gives additional details concerning their other dozen “goofs”.

    I swear, I think I’m going to have to post them step-by-step instructions.  That’s probably the only way they’ll ever be successful at finding Hondo.

    But I think I’ve figured out something else about whoever’s doing this:  this song absolutely must be a favorite of theirs.  Kinda descriptive of their obsessive mind-set, IMO.   (smile)  (Warning:  lyrics around 2:15 and 5:43 may be  briefly NSFW/around prudes, children, or clergy due to language.)

     

     

    Footnote:  In case you’re wondering about the piano work on the song, that’s apparently Ron Argent’s handiwork.

    Helluva job, IMO. Really a pity he and the lads didn’t do more work together over the years.