Friday, August 16, 2019

BeCos(play): It's Friday

More not safe for subtext below the break, and as always bonus nerd points for recognizing characters.

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Seeing Red (Mega Post)


 The long redhead drought of 2019 appears to be over, more not safe to run out of below the break.

Monday, August 12, 2019

Monday Made Me Laugh


 That's not a pina colada, that's a pina colada glass full of cocaine.


 On a Friday night so it's "old news" today by the time many people start paying attention
Fucking Keynsians are everywhere.

Sunday, August 11, 2019

Friday, August 9, 2019

BeCos(play) It's Friday

 More not safe to lead with a laser pointer below the break, and as always bonus nerd points for recognizing characters.

Thursday, August 8, 2019

Assembly Line Bill of Attainder

The horrid horrid irony of "Red Flag Laws" are that they are a Bill of Attainder on an automated assembly line. Instead of congress needing to go through the trouble of saying each and every person they wish to deprive of rights and property is to be singled out and deprived of such without due process. The "Red Flag Law" say "That person (name to be filled in my the most pathos laden among us) is a menace and is to be deprived of rights and property without trial.

So some thoughts:
  • Much like the old advice on talking on the telephone (never say anything on the phone you wouldn't want a cop to overhear), stop posting anything on social media to do with guns that you wouldn't want your snowflakiest relative to hear.
  • Never let again mention anything to do with firearms with any medical professional.
  • And if you have even the slightest doubt of the stability of any romatic partner run for the hills for dog sake don't cohabitate with them.

Thursday Wifus with Rifus

 More not safe for fan-service below the break.

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Some Kipling Seems Appropriate

The Gods of the Copybook Headings




AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return! 



Tuesday Tap, Rack, and Bang

More not safe to field-strip below the break.

Monday, August 5, 2019

To Dumb Things Down...

...for the people who claim to be on my side for personal liberty, yet who seem all to eager to lick the hand of their would be masters.


Monday Made Me Laugh