Might be a good time to reconsider.
Not that anyone’s said the murderess is a Muslim. But she was dressed in three-quarter Ninja (all but the veil) and reportedly shouting “allahu akbar” as she paraded on a Moscow street carrying a toddler’s severed head. Draw your own conclusion. I’ve drawn mine.
Naturally, the Russian police are stumped as to a motive.
Via Drudge Report
UPDATE: The murderess is under no such delusion.
He could, indeed, but he probably won’t. Our Pumpkin is litter-box trained and content to use it, so long as it’s kept clean. But he has enjoyed discovering new prospects for observation, such as the roofs of our cars. The only thing missing is mice. Perhaps we should introduce a few.
Posted in Rancho Roly Poly, Senor Gato
Tagged I could pee on this, Our Pumpkin, Senor Gato
It took ’em almost eight long years of our Little Barry Hussein and his lying ways, but even the onetime Democrat believers have had enough of the sorry economy outside of Texas. And the Republicans? Hey, even the evangelicals of South Carolina voted for Trump over Our Ted.
“…most analysts were shocked that Trump won a majority of evangelical voters over Ted Cruz. They didn’t understand (some still don’t) that these are the same voters who supported Mike Huckabee in 2008 and Rick Santorum in 2012, and they’re tired of losing. These voters hear Trump shouting about strength and winning — and they run toward the light for the win, ignoring the consequences.
“…That means two wealthy New Yorkers [if you can call the Hildabeast a real New Yorker], neither particularly well liked in their parties, will conduct ruthless, calculated campaigns aimed at each other’s personal destruction in the hope that the electorate will find both so repulsive that they refuse to vote and only the candidates’ hardcore bases will show up.”
That sounds about right. Except that with Trump we might get a reinvigorated economy. Con man or not he knows how money is made. Stolen, too, but also made. The Hildabeast and Slick Willie, who never earned a dime in their lives, will be too busy stealing White House furnishings to give it a try.
Via Instapundit.
Posted in Blogosphere, The Culture, The Economy
You see this phrase a lot in texts. Sometimes in emails. The meaning is obvious. Or is it?
My question is, is it really from Australia? And if so, how did it become an artifact of the email/texting technology? A part of Internet slang.
Just because it’s short?
Well?
Posted in Evolution, History, Obsessions, Science/Engineering
Tagged internet slang, origin of "no worries", texting memes
“Six days before Super Tuesday, Ted Cruz and Donald Trump are now tied in Texas, according to a new public opinion poll commissioned by WFAA-TV (Channel 8 in Dallas). Cruz and Trump both had 32 percent support from likely and actual GOP primary voters, with a 3.9 percent margin of error.”
Oops.
Via PJMedia.
I usually scoop the poop out of Pumpkin’s litter box into a baggie people use to clean up after their dogs. Then, if I’m not interested in checking to make sure he’s not in the garage before I open the door, I put the baggie atop the spare tire on the back of the CRV. Planning to take it out when I take the car out.
Forgot it (of course) this afternoon, so when I took Mr. Boy for his haircut, I noticed as we were cruising through the neighborhood the baggie was still there atop the tire. I figured it would blow off. Brisk wind today. It didn’t. Entering the freeway, I was sure it would blow off. It slid in between the tire and the back window and stayed put.
I forgot about it at the barbershop and didn’t notice until the CRV was back in the garage that the poop bag was still there. Finally disposed of it properly. A little amazed at how persistent Pumpkin’s peripatetic poop can be. Heh.
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