…of the earbud people.
I do have to wonder about someone who seems afraid to be alone with their own thoughts. Of course, I don’t wear them because they hurt my ears.
…of the earbud people.
I do have to wonder about someone who seems afraid to be alone with their own thoughts. Of course, I don’t wear them because they hurt my ears.
There’s going to be a hearing in the House Science Committee next Monday, and guess who is on the witless list?
Scheduled witnesses are Neil Armstrong, Gene Cernan, and Mike Griffin, so you can kind of guess the hearing’s theme already.
Why oh why couldn’t Rohrabacher have gotten that chairmanship?
[Update a few minutes later]
I just got an update from Jeff Foust; the hearing is actually scheduled for next Thursday, the 22nd. Not that it makes it any better.
Are the books not being written, or not being published?
Well, the Lions tried to lose the game against Tampa Bay at the end, as is their wont, but didn’t quite succeed. And the Tigers have now won nine straight. They’d have to have a monumental collapse now to not win the division. It’s a good sports weekend for the Great Lake State.
By the way, I almost felt sorry for Notre Dame last night. Almost.
…on Che:
In case you read Town Hall, Ms. Fonda, here’s some consolation, honey: “I used to call him El Gallo (the rooster)”recalled Carlos Figueroa who was Ernesto Guevara’s adolescent friend in Alta Gracia, Argentina. “I’d be visiting him and eating in his family’s dining room and whenever the poor servant girls would enter Ernesto would promptly grab her and force her to lay on the dining room table where he’d have rapid intercourse with her. Immediately afterwards he’d throw her out and continue eating as if nothing had happened.”
“Es un gallo—un gallo! (He’s a rooster!—rooster”) complained a scowling Berta Gonzalez a few years later upon emerging from her Mexico City bedroom summer of 1955. This was shortly after his Motorcycle Diary trip, when the hobo Ernesto Guevara was scribbling unreadable poetry and mooching off women in Mexico City, where he met Fidel and Raul Castro. Berta Gonzalez was a Cuban exile in Mexico at the time.
Gallo, as you might have guessed, is a common pejorative by Spanish-speaking women against men who terminate carnal encounters prematurely.
If only that were the least of his crimes. Here’s how Cuba treated real feminists:
They started by beating us with twisted coils of wire recalls former political prisoner Ezperanza Pena from exile today. “I remember Teresita on the ground with all her lower ribs broken. Gladys had both her arms broken. Doris had her face cut up so badly from the beatings that when she tried to drink, water would pour out of her lacerated cheeks.”
“On Mother’s Day they allowed family visits,” recalls, Manuela Calvo from exile today.” But as our mothers and sons and daughters were watching, we were beaten with rubber hoses and high-pressure hoses were turned on us, knocking all of us the ground floor and rolling us around as the guards laughed and our loved-ones screamed helplessly.”
“When female guards couldn’t handle us male guards were called in for more brutal beatings. I saw teen-aged girls beaten savagely their bones broken their mouths bleeding,” recalls prisoner Polita Grau.
The gallant regime co-founded by Che Guevara jailed 35,150 Cuban women for political crimes, a totalitarian horror utterly unknown—not only in Cuba — but in the Western Hemisphere until the regime so “magnetic” to Barbara Walters, Andrea Mitchell, Diane Sawyer, Jane Fonda, etc. Some of these Cuban ladies suffered twice as long in Castro’s Gulag as Alexander Solzhenitsyn suffered in Stalin’s.
Their prison conditions were described by former political prisoner Maritza Lugo. “The punishment cells measure 3 feet wide by 6 feet long. The toilet consists of an 8 inch hole in the ground through which cockroaches and rats enter, especially in cool temperatures the rat come inside to seek the warmth of our bodies and we were often bitten. The suicide rate among women prisoners was very high.”
But they got free health care.
This is a problem that has been concerning me for some time. We have a lot of people who plain don’t understand how things work, from cars to economies and businesses.
Those of you who follow college football may be interested to know that we attended the game today in Ann Arbor. We actually had good seats, up high under the roof line, out of the sun, so the weather was tolerable. We didn’t actually get wet until we evacuated the stadium the second time. It was a memorable game. And despite the score, the team still has a lot to work on.
Wow, it looks like the Lions might actually be for real, this year.
No two fake barfs are alike. A fascinating history.
Moammar Whathisname or Keith Richards? Actually, Moammar’s been having a rough year, and I suspect it’s about to get substantially worse.