To paraphrase: “if we can’t assimilate ’em, we assassinate ’em.”
Message received loud and clear, boss — our exterminators have been deployed, our mission clean and pure as water.
Tag Archives: humour
Could Climate Change Cause More (And Bigger) Tomatoes?
Unintendeed conseequences? Seedy, eh?
I’m thirsty for a cola. How about you?!
Word of the day: words of the day
Texas Ranger style
The FBI announced today they have hired Chuck Norris, Steven Seagal, Jean-Claude Van Damme, Jet Li, and Jackie Chan to train their “field” (torture) agents to protect themselves against “knife” (i.e, banana) attacks using simple martial arts techniques.
Bureaucracy, Foolery, Inc.?
In buffoonery news, a national agency admitted it was a banana, not a knife, which the victim launched at an agent.
The agent is at hospital, recovering from wounds directly attributable to slipping on a banana peel, and is expected to recover.
The banana fruit, unfortunately, died on the scene.
Following in their commander-in-chief’s footsteps, no one will take responsibility for murdering the banana thrower.
Studious
I always wondered why I performed better on tests in classrooms where I had not only listened to lectures but also completed my homework and studied for the next quiz.
Did I simply use visual clues/cues throughout the classroom as memory placeholders that aided my critical thinking?
I choose to ask myself…
…am I, are we all, a type of bigoted, racist Archie Bunker?
Does our short-sightedness reflect something else?
Thus, watching a film, The Human Stain, to discover if so and why.
Time for a change of course
The rudder, bent by a strong riptide, pulls me in a new direction.
Not, not by these characters:
Instead, a friend of mine, Karen Hawkins, has asked me to read and critique on amazon.com her latest release, How to Pursue a Princess:
While reading, I’ll place my iced drink on the new coaster I bought at this past weekend’s art show in Dahlonega, GA:
Play misty for me, mister
An early misty Saturday morning in the north Georgia mountains, hearing birds talk in the twilight of predawn under the awning, the smell of wet pine decking holding feet firm.
treetrunkdings 