Category Archives: Scribbles

Robocops

A sad affair, the burial of the ambushed and murdered New York police officer (his partner is to be buried later when family arrives from elsewhere in the world) but, really, the turning-of-the-backs on Mayor de Blasio is more than a little pathetic.

Not because of what he said, speaking aloud of warning his person-of-color son to be careful around the police, which wasn’t very politic of a politician, though it hardly seems worth all the angst it provoked. Nay, it’s pathetic because it makes the officers look like unthinking robots, ticky-tacky and all in a row.

Unions do demand such behavior from their, uh, rank-n-file. But you might expect the police to be somewhat more individual and less robotic. Or maybe not. They do seem infinitely less human these days. Much more inclined to kill when other options to subduing a protesting arrestee such as Garner are available. Mace, for instance.

Killing is much more characteristic of police states. As is robotic behavior.

UPDATE:  NYC police commissioner Bratton condemned the turn-their-backs behavior, but added that they feel under siege not just from the mayuh but the “justice” department and the White House. I wish it was about more than race.

PC Cult News: Gender Idiocy

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Germans of the PC Cult are discussing how to change “male” stick figures on broken cross-walk lights to “gender equality.” “She” looks pretty porky to me. Maybe it’s about weight equality, too. Har. Figures it would be Democrat NBC with this snooze.

Via Simply Jews.

Choppers last at Radio Shack

Stopped off at our local Radio Shack the other day for a radio-controlled “toy” for the almost-15-year-old Mr. Boy who has been busy acing his first-semester high school freshman finals. Just for fun. Radio Shack, alas, is going out of business. The retail empire will be missed hereabouts and certainly in its home base of Fort Worth.

Anyhow, the RC vehicles were consequently marked way down, most at 50 percent off, some more. I got him an RC stunt car for $10. It’ll probably break pretty quick. Most of them do. Still be fun for however long it lasts.

Longer, I’m sure, than one of the twin-rotor choppers so popular the last few years. Until people figured out that, however cool they look, they are expensive to buy, hard to fly and easy to break. Mr. B. and I still have the two Mrs. Charm got us last year. Still in their boxes. Cowards, yep.

Likewise the choppers at Radio Shack, almost the last kind of RC toy still on the local shelves despite markdowns of as much as 70 percent. Which still leaves the price at $30 plus.

Back in the day (in the 1980s, when we never used that expression), my first word-processing laptop for work was a Radio Shack Tandy, complete with rubber ear cups for transmitting back to the newsroom over a land-line phone receiver. Which I once did to my own amazement on an assignment in Pennsylvania. Later I got a better one (larger, flip-up screen) of my own, then called a Notebook. Memories.

Bye, bye Radio Shack. Rest in Peace.

UPDATE:  My RIP link turns out to be a slam on the company by a disgruntled employee. I was fooled by the “eulogy” headline. It’s a long gripe about how tough retail is for the cashier-person, the lowest of the low. I remember it well. It was/is low-paid and exhausting. It’s what high school and college kids often wind up with for jobs, until they find something better. When they vow never to go back.

WaPo still protecting Democrats

Maybe the Jeff Bezos 2013 buy didn’t really change anything at the Democrat house organ WaPo after all.

Witness this burial on page C-7 of the conviction of Joseph D. Morrissey, a Virginia Democrat state legislator, for sex with a minor, i.e. statutory rape.

Now if he was a Republican: It would be katy bar the door.

Via Instapundit.

UPDATE:  Probably helps that Morrissey is also a gun-control goofus.

Rolling Stone’s fake gang-rape story

You know, the one that got all the fraternities at the University of Virginia suspended until further notice? The one that’s now cratered, i.e. the one that the aging look-alike for AARP Magazine (thank you, Ed Driscoll), has now retracted due to “misplaced” trust in its single source.

Its single source. Mull that one over for a while. One person. No corroboration. No support. One person. Wow, it doesn’t take much to move the whole Democrat news media’s needle these days. On the other hand, it was the WaPo that cut up the story. Thanks, no doubt, to its 2013 purchase by Jeff Bezos.

And the usual post-story-collapse cries of “fake but accurate” now resound. These aren’t journalists. They are leftist political activists ever in search of illustrations to support their agenda. And the author of the exclusive (one source!) and the Rolling Stone-AARP Magazine itself did it all before, back in 2011. Only that time, three Catholic priests and a school teacher went to jail.

BTW, I’m still waiting for the leftist “news” hounds to do an investigative piece on the dark power of sororities. Hopefully with more than one source. Dream on.

Via PJMedia.

UPDATE: In which the leftist rag disguised as a journal of news clarifies its retraction/apology.

Expectations

I’d give the guy credit if I could remember where I read this or heard it. Probably only applies to those of us of a certain age who remember how things were waaay back before the Internet came along and, certainly, the Web.

Back in the old days (as recently as the 1970s), you’d write a letter or a postcard and mail it and figure, at the least, it would take three or four days to arrive. And, then, if the recipient was particularly conscientious, and responded fairly quickly, in a day or so, it would be another three or four days before you got your reply. Call it ten days from message to response. Ten whole days.

Today (drum roll) you send an email or you text a text and what? Are you patient? Do you expect to wait for as many as ten days for a reply? Heck no. In fact, if you don’t hear back in ten minutes, well… An hour, tops. Should you not hear back in 24 hours, oh my, you begin to wonder if your interlocutor is still alive. And when as many as 48 hours have passed you figure either s/he is dead or they wish you were.

From ten days to ten minutes. Max. Expectations. Wow.

UPDATE:  By McGeHee, a commenter at Dustbury: “I distinctly remember watching Wile E. Coyote send away for things and receive them seconds later. And that was back in the ’40s!”

Why I don’t Tweet

For one thing, they’re so short and pithy, you can wind up seeming to mean something you didn’t intend. Or if you say something you do intend it might be understandable in context but look very unwise standing alone. For instance.

Now I think the Duncanville, Texas teacher at the link went too far. Her words look pretty stupid. But I also think she ought to have a right to say such things without being fired. The problem is saying them in public. So fired she is and all because of a Tweet. Not for me, thanks. Not for me.

Via Instapundit.