Monday, April 8, 2013

The Man who hated Children

Come meet Ungolf, a man in his early twenties. He hates children. You are not allowed to hate anybody these days: it hurts their feelings. But Ungolf has an adaption strategy for that: he just does not tell anybody except people he trusts. He works with children, you see. He hates in private, in secret, when nobody is watching. But why? Nobody hates children. I asked Ungolf: how did you come to become a child hater?

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Horoscope for the week of April 7, 2013

Is anyone in charge? A better question is 'who is not in charge'?. With two pairs of mutual reception (Saturn-Pluto, Mercury-Jupiter) and two planets in signs they rule (Mars, Neptune) everybody has an agenda. You will pay attention: both the Sun and Moon are exalted (Aries, and Pisces, respectively). The saving throw is the exalted Moon: this will keep casualties to a minimum, excepting sea battles, riots, and nuclear weapon induced tidal waves. Your destiny is written in the stars ...

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Mattress Fungus Funding Crisis

There is a crisis in funding for Mattress Fungus. The capitalist running dog government of the devil Harper is cutting funding for the Experimental Lakes Area I choked on my morning granola when the CBC, yet again, voiced a weepy scientist bewailing the loss of this very important place where activist scientists can get paid to hang out in the summer. The ELA has its own 'save us' site. Save us, they croak. I hope they realize that their pleas for funding are cutting into croaking criticizing Mayor Ford. And the call for restoration of funding is competing with the need for funding to fight Mattress Fungus.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Our secure borders

The MS-13 gang, which does not exist in Canada (if you do a search, you get nothing but lies purporting that it is up here in Canada), has formed an alliance with the Mexican narco cartelLos Zetas. Our wonderful secure borders keep us safe. Thank you, leftists.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Korean War Information

Here is a good link for some Korean conflict data. The main stream media is full of dung, and is only of Hobbit quality.

The End of the World as We Know It

Yeah, big deal, someone left their car running. Who really cares about such things now a days. Except for Global Warming Nazis, parents who pay for gas, or people sensitive to car exhaust stench. The classic rebuttal is 'why I do not care' argument is 'the idiot left his keys in the car to let it idle and it will get stolen as punishment'. Especially in Toronto, the City of Light, where cars are stolen frequently, but reported never by the media (we do not want to give the public the idea that easily profiled groups are easily categorized as a criminal sub species). You see a car idling, no driver, you do not care. Except me, I care. And I care more when I spot four idling vehicles, and all of them Paramedic Supervisors. Today, in Toronto ...

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

The Sex Life of Hobbits

One of the most unsavory aspects of being a teacher of English Literature is having to avoid the subject of the sex life of Hobbits. Even for the most politically correct, cis-, trans-, and whatever-gendered aware, the dark and sticky truths of the sexual appetites of the 'wee folk' (runt, in the language of Mordor) can cause the stomach to empty. It was wise of what's his name, author of the seed works (the Hobbit, the Lord of the Rings trilogy, the whatever else), to remain silent as a turnip about the non human standards of inter-species sex that those Hobbits consider acceptable. Their tastes in food certainly appeals to us humans: cooked, spiced, accompanied with gravy and garnished with greens. Mmmmm. The silence about their sexual appetites speaks loudly. But Human understanding has progressed: we now celebrate as normal such abnormal practices as sodomy and bondage. The twin souled is no longer someone to be burned at the stake, but given university tenure. Now we may talk about the Hobbit and his affections, and where better to start than the love of Hobbit for Rabbit ...