Most pedophiles are men. I think we should forbid men to be elementary school teachers, pediatricians, scout leaders, preachers, stay-at-home fathers, etc. Same logic, seems to me.
Oh, it goes both ways. Iâll freely admit that a girl with a number of accents (including lots of UK variants) gets bonus sexy/adorable points for pretty much zero effort.
Not ALL accents mind you.
#NotAllAccents
Guess I didnât say it clearly, Iâm really just angry because our nation feels free to shit on anyone and everyone just because it suits some political agenda. That was simply a totally shitty thing to do to anyone. Every time I think Iâm not gonna be surprised about how low we can go it seems like we go lower than ever. I really have no idea how those kids would feel or react after such rude ignorant behavior was visited on them.
Naturally it goes both ways.
But acknowledging that would take the wind out of the joke.
A British chief constable was once asked about crime prevention. He said âWell, if we lock up all men under 40, almost all types of crime will drop dramatically. Is that what you want?â
Dear Ladies and Gentlemen:
They were âTrumped.â How junky.
'Twas the Night Before Junky
A Parody by Caleb Boone
'Twas the night before Junky, when all through the house,
Donald Trump was not wearing a tie or a blouse;
His stockings were left at the laundry with care,
For dry-cleaning, just as he does with his hair.
His children had moved to Geneva, forever;
âCause the skiing is better in cold snowy weather;
His fifth wife in her 'kerchief, and he in his cap,
Had just removed their brains for a long winterâs nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
He sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and spent some more cash.
The baked chicken breast with rice pudding to go,
Made him think that he soon would have supper below,
But, what a sight did his wondering eyes quickly see:
A sleigh full of Democrats with Bill and Hillary!
Poor Donald felt woozy, feverish and sick,
For he thought it would just be Rudolph and Saint Nick.
Up from his stomach his nausea came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and said Doctor Carson was to blame!
âNow, Marco! now, Ted! You have made me like Nixon!
On, Lindsey! on, Stupid! on, Carly and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To Statuary Hall!
I must find a way to insult them all!â
As one hundred dollar bills Don might bake in a pie,
He thought he would win with his best college try;
Up to the top of the polls he had flown,
But he was only a mamaâs boy, never full-grown.
And then, in a twinkling he came crashing down,
With his hair looking frizzy like Bozo the Clown.
As the public grew wiser and was turning around,
Down the chimney Saint Hillary came with a bound.
She was dressed all in fur, from her head to her toe,
And her holster was full of guns ready to go;
A bundle of missiles she had thrown on her back,
She looked like an arms-dealer just opening her pack.
Her eyesâhow they twinkled! her dimples, how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!
Her droll little mouth was drawn up in a sneer,
While Bill, her First Lady, drank a snifter of cheer.
The stump of a pipe Bill held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled Billâs head like a wreath;
Bill had a broad face and hands big like two hams,
And he shook when he laughed, like jelly and jam.
Bill was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
Don cried when he saw him, in spite of himself.
A wink of Billâs eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave Don to know his campaign was quite dead.
Bill spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He gave winning speeches that proved Don was a jerk,
As Bill lay his finger aside of his nose,
He gave that Clinton nod and up the chimney he rose.
Bill sprang to his sleigh, to his wife gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a screaming cruise missile.
But I heard Bill exclaim, ere he drove out of sightâ
âDon, get out of town or weâll shoot you tonight!â
Have a Dovely.
Sincerely yours,
Caleb.
Well, they werenât until their trip to Disneyland was cancelled.
And isnât a trip to Disneyland the exact opposite of radicalisation anyway?! Or was they US government assuming the fathers were educating their kids on the sins of the decadent West or something?! >.<
Do beware of Poeâs Law.
I wouldnât put it beyond some people to seriously suggest this.
I think there was a relative(s) in California they were also going to visit.
Good point. Too bad Poeâs law even has to exist.
And their crime was?
Probably something that irked The Computer.
Beware of datamining using algorithms that are kept secret For Your Safety.
I expect that it had decided that being named âMohammedâ or âHusseinâ was a terrorism indicator.
Belonging, distantly, to a class of people some of whom are currently at war with a related class of people and are also attacking other people who are interfering in that war.
And being brown in public without lawful excuse.
Or somebody sent email to somebody who sent email to somebody considered âknown badâ.
This is a thing that bugs me, because we all have relatives and friends who arenât representative of our views. Iâve added a few co-workers and relatives on Facebook only to discover that, wow, I didnât really want to know that my beloved, elderly, disabled Uncle Thom is an ardent Trump supporter. He messages me a happy little gif or picture on Facebook every morning - by their algorithms they probably think Iâm super interested in Trump, guns, the Vietnam War, and graphics of eagles and the American flag.
We are six degrees of separation from anybody, on average. (Used to be. Now with Facebook I wouldnât be surprised if it went down a level or maybe even two.)
So any algorithm that catches enough traffic analysis is virtually guaranteed to find Something Bad two, or maybe even just one, level away from you - regardless how squeaky clean you yourself are attempting to be.
Another reason to never ever go there⌠Though it still doesnât help when your otherwise pretty cool unix loving bearded coworker states he is all for Ben Carson over lunch conversationâŚ
AndâŚ? Does it make him write any worse code? Arenât there more important topics for engineers to bond over than politics? Why should an ultimately minor disagreement on all the landscape of all the topics to discuss be a Huge Obstacle for communication or even for shunning?
Disagreeing on politics is fine really. But Ben Carson is just shy of Trump level crazy so yeah it was kinda boggling to me that this otherwise very smart guy would be supporting him. shrug
Next to nobody is entirely rational about politics. Regardless how hard we are convincing ourselves we are.