Category Archives: The Culture

Rule 5: The Clitoris

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Muslim men. So savage. So retarded. So insecure.

The Medicare loophole

Our health care insurance provider (that’s a mouthful) notifies me that they won’t consider a recent claim for a doctor visit that produced a prescription for antibiotics for a minor, but painful, infection. Unless they have a copy of my medical summary on the case from Medicare.

And if they don’t hear from me on this in 45 days they will cancel the claim. Hey bozos, it’s been 90 days since I submitted an application to Medicare for Part B of their glorious “benefits” and I have heard exactly NOTHING.

Moreover, I learned the other day that if a doc-in-the-box doesn’t take Medicare, get this: Under federal rules (oh, goody, more rules) Medicare folks like me aren’t allowed to pay for health care services with a credit card at places that don’t take Medicare. I’m a prisoner of Medicare. Any wonder I’m a budding Libertarian?

Another reason not to live in California

The California state senate has now banned the manufacture and sale of semiautomatic rifles with detachable magazines. Adios AR-15s, the most popular hunting and sporting rifle in the U.S.

“Lawmakers approved 11 bills including measures mandating background checks for Californians buying ammunition and outlawing the manufacture and sale of semiautomatic rifles with detachable magazines.”

If the state assembly concurs and the governor signs off, then it looks like banning ownership of such rifles could be next. Then California can expect the departure of thousands more of its citizens.

Not that the libs will care. Not until they realize their taxes will have to go up to take up the slack from all the departures. Worse, we’ll get more of these flakes. We’re already up to our eyeballs in Californicators fleeing their tarnished “golden” state.

Corporations win, consumers lose

Uber and Lyft have left Austin, thanks to the bureaucrats and their taxi cartel.

“Say NO to corporate rule!” was one of the ironic, liberal-alluring slogans the corporate cartel used to fight a pro-ride sharing referendum that failed 48,673 to 38,539.

T-shirt sloganeers like to call Austin “weird” and it truly is because so many things are backward, despite the supposedly “progressive” outlook of a majority of the populace. All you have to do is appeal to their unthinking attitudes about such things as development and corporations and they’ll sit up and bark like good little doggies for a bacon treat. Thanks, morons!

Via The Daily Signal.

Scammers at the old folks dating site

It’s hard enough having to start over in your seventies. But when the scammers are lurking at the senior dating site…

Teresa Gulledge, so called, using the handle texasdippzberry, snared me at the Senior People Meet site, run by a Dallas outfit. I’d use her fetching picture here (complete with dimpled chin) except it’s probably someone else’s stolen for the scam only and why embarrass them? As for TG’s name, well, it’s probably phony, too.

How did I know? Well, she seemed perfectly normal. Just another Native American civil engineer widow of a Paris fashion model who was busy looking for the crown of her successful life whilst building one last offshore drilling rig and a few over-water bridges. (Are there any other kind?) And why shouldn’t she be looking, after all that?

Right up to where she wrote: “I am a total package.” For some reason I got hung up on that phrase (it sounded phony, ha!) and Googled it. Which led me to this where if you scroll down a little you will find the entire content of TG’s missive, albeit with appropriate gender changes. Gosh, Teresa, you’re a fraud.

Now all I need to do is figure out how to complain to Senior People Meet. Haven’t found a way yet. Geeze Louise, do you suppose they don’t want to know?

UPDATE:  Finally figured how to report s/he/it. Little bitty triangular sign with an exclamation mark in it at the bottom right of her profile page. That did it. Her page and fetching photo have been disappeared. Adios.

Trump’s plain talk

Elizabeth Warren, Harvard’s self-proclaimed American Indian (critics call her Hiawatha and Princess Spreading Bull) whom the Uterus is reported to be considering for her vice-presidential running mate, called Trump a racist. The standard Democrat “debate” line. Shut up, she argued.

Trump returned the favor, mocking the Massachusetts senator as “goofy”.

“Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see if she is Native American. I say she’s a fraud!” Next, he tweeted, “Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has a career that is totally based on a lie. She is not Native American.”

Well, Hiawatha said her deceased grandpa said she was and that was good enough for goofy Liz. And, not incidentally, for Harvard U. which thereby gave her preferential treatment in hiring. Affirmative Action, you know. And of course the Uterus, whom Trump calls corrupt. Which she is, obviously.

As long as Trump keeps refusing to pull his punches, I’m really going to like this presidential campaign. Oh, yes.

Plain political talk. Finally. Hear, hear.

Punching holes in your bucket list

Alas, we can but mourn the passing of one Robert Hartwell Fiske, he of the Vocabula Review and an unparalleled concern for our declining language.

“I’m not sure when, precisely, Robert Fiske signed on to fight the pollution of empty jargon, idiotic euphemism, self-serving imprecision, comic redundancy and nonsense generally. He had earlier worked as a copy editor for the Addison-Wesley publishing company and then as a freelance editor. A passion for correct English at some point must have turned into an obsession. Robert was apparently obsessive in other realms: He was a weightlifter and a man who went on 10-mile treks carrying 50 pounds of bricks in a backpack.”

His Vocabula Review was far more reasonable. Have a look.

Via WSJ