Gimme exclusive liberty or gimme in•Clouseau•ive whirlwind reaping sowciety.
Anonymous
January 8, 2018 5:11 pm
This why we all lose. These morons can vote.
Anonymous
January 8, 2018 5:25 pm
I wonder if he applies that principle to his doctor or surgeon.
Just for the sake of being inclusive, we don’t want to ostracize anybody.
Vodka
January 8, 2018 7:18 pm
It would be an all-time great YouTube video to see this fool interviewed by Llpoh for an HR position in one of the companies Llpoh was in charge of. Too funny for words!
Vodka – I doubt I would be able to keep from frothing at the mouth. These cretins have no concept that a relationship exists between production and consumption.
These imbeciles have come only to see consumption. They believe everyone has the right to consume, whether or not they produce anything. This is going to end very badly indeed. They must somehow, in their reptilian brains, believe that goods and services manifest themselves out of thin air.
doug
January 8, 2018 8:35 pm
So inclusive means stupid now? Looks that way…. Little or no skills means “useless” to me as a business owner. What a moran. (sic)
doug – less than useless. Thye actually cost you money. I occasionally hire a generally useless worker – say one that is intellectually slow – as apublic service, and place them where they cannot do damage. They do not make me money, but do not lose it for me either.
But the assholes described above will send you broke.
We have one of them, and he does damage no matter where we put him.
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Robert (QSLV)
EL Coyote
January 8, 2018 9:13 pm
Carl Withers, Illustrated by Suzanne Suba
A rocket in My Pocket
1948
The famous speaker who no one had heard of said:
Ladies and jellyspoons, hobos and tramps,
cross-eyed mosquitos and bow-legged ants,
I stand before you to sit behind you
to tell you something I know nothing about.
Next Thursday, which is Good Friday,
there’s a Mother’s Day meeting for fathers only;
wear your best clothes if you haven’t any.
Please come if you can’t; if you can, stay at home.
Admission is free, pay at the door;
pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
It makes no difference where you sit,
the man in the gallery’s sure to spit.
The show is over, but before you go,
let me tell you a story I don’t really know.
One bright day in the middle of the night,
two dead boys got up to fight.
(The blind man went to see fair play;
the mute man went to shout “hooray!”)
Back to back they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
and came and killed the two dead boys.
A paralysed donkey passing by
kicked the blind man in the eye;
knocked him through a nine-inch wall,
into a dry ditch and drowned them all.
If you don’t believe this lie is true,
ask the blind man; he saw it too,
through a knothole in a wooden brick wall.
And the man with no legs walked away.
EL Coyote
January 8, 2018 9:16 pm
“Smart” from Shel Silverstein’s “Where the Sidewalk Ends.”
Maggie, Rocket was to us 5th graders what Shel Silverstein was to middle-school millennials. I can just imagine the basic readers your high school used: Jack and Jill.
No wonder you had so many Salutatorians in yer graduating class, they had to take turns reading a part of each sentence before they got eye-strain.
You might be correct about my high school, but I was trained to read by Dr. Seuss and a 1950s Primer from when my grandmother taught the one room school beside the church my grandfather built. By 1967, I was reading storybooks to the rest of the kindergarten class. A real pain in the ass I was to Mrs Hogan. She probably hated my guts.
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Gimme exclusive liberty or gimme in•Clouseau•ive whirlwind reaping sowciety.
This why we all lose. These morons can vote.
I wonder if he applies that principle to his doctor or surgeon.
Just for the sake of being inclusive, we don’t want to ostracize anybody.
It would be an all-time great YouTube video to see this fool interviewed by Llpoh for an HR position in one of the companies Llpoh was in charge of. Too funny for words!
Vodka – I doubt I would be able to keep from frothing at the mouth. These cretins have no concept that a relationship exists between production and consumption.
These imbeciles have come only to see consumption. They believe everyone has the right to consume, whether or not they produce anything. This is going to end very badly indeed. They must somehow, in their reptilian brains, believe that goods and services manifest themselves out of thin air.
So inclusive means stupid now? Looks that way…. Little or no skills means “useless” to me as a business owner. What a moran. (sic)
doug – less than useless. Thye actually cost you money. I occasionally hire a generally useless worker – say one that is intellectually slow – as apublic service, and place them where they cannot do damage. They do not make me money, but do not lose it for me either.
But the assholes described above will send you broke.
We have one of them, and he does damage no matter where we put him.
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Robert (QSLV)
Carl Withers, Illustrated by Suzanne Suba
A rocket in My Pocket
1948
The famous speaker who no one had heard of said:
Ladies and jellyspoons, hobos and tramps,
cross-eyed mosquitos and bow-legged ants,
I stand before you to sit behind you
to tell you something I know nothing about.
Next Thursday, which is Good Friday,
there’s a Mother’s Day meeting for fathers only;
wear your best clothes if you haven’t any.
Please come if you can’t; if you can, stay at home.
Admission is free, pay at the door;
pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
It makes no difference where you sit,
the man in the gallery’s sure to spit.
The show is over, but before you go,
let me tell you a story I don’t really know.
One bright day in the middle of the night,
two dead boys got up to fight.
(The blind man went to see fair play;
the mute man went to shout “hooray!”)
Back to back they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
and came and killed the two dead boys.
A paralysed donkey passing by
kicked the blind man in the eye;
knocked him through a nine-inch wall,
into a dry ditch and drowned them all.
If you don’t believe this lie is true,
ask the blind man; he saw it too,
through a knothole in a wooden brick wall.
And the man with no legs walked away.
“Smart” from Shel Silverstein’s “Where the Sidewalk Ends.”
My dad gave me one dollar bill
‘Cause I’m his smartest son,
And I swapped it for two shiny quarters
‘Cause two is more than one!
And then I took the quarters
And traded them to Lou
For three dimes — I guess he didn’t know
That three is more than two!
Just then, along came old blind Bates
And just ’cause he can’t see
He gave me four nickels for my three dimes,
And four is more than three!
And then I took the nickels to Hiram Coombs
Down at the seed-feed store,
And the fool gave me five pennies for them,
And five is more than four!
And then I went and showed my dad,
And he got red in the cheeks
And closed his eyes and shook his head —
Too proud of me to speak!
Is that when you bought the magic beans?
Maggie, Rocket was to us 5th graders what Shel Silverstein was to middle-school millennials. I can just imagine the basic readers your high school used: Jack and Jill.
No wonder you had so many Salutatorians in yer graduating class, they had to take turns reading a part of each sentence before they got eye-strain.
EC – hahahaha! Very funny.
First 3 words in my reader: Jane Spot Dick.
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Robert (QSLV)
You might be correct about my high school, but I was trained to read by Dr. Seuss and a 1950s Primer from when my grandmother taught the one room school beside the church my grandfather built. By 1967, I was reading storybooks to the rest of the kindergarten class. A real pain in the ass I was to Mrs Hogan. She probably hated my guts.
Look!
Affirmative action in a nutshell!
You had some black nuts implanted, winnie?
They might not care about their colleagues’ proficiency at the cube farm, but you can bet they do when it comes to barbers and baristas!