Thursday, May 28, 2009

Quoteables from the web...

Trevor Bothwell over at "Who's Your Nanny" posted this on Memorial Day:

If U.S. Soldiers Die to Preserve Our Freedoms...

...then why does it always seem we lose more and more with every war?

Who killed the Neanderthals?

You. And you. And you over there. We all did!

At least, our great(^nth) grandparents did.

Ha. Take that Neanderthals.

And take that, gorillas that use sign language.

The similarities between animals and humans are constantly used as arguments for why we shouldn't eat them, or use them for our (devilish) purposes. Ever since Peter Singer published the nauseating Animal Liberation bromide

"If possessing a higher degree of intelligence does not entitle one human to use another for his own ends, how can it entitle humans to exploit nonhumans for the same purpose?"


peta-tics have crapped themselves trying to prove that animals are equally intelligent to humans, as though making the Singer argument a de facto point would make it a fact.

But in fact, if we casually consumed our closest homanid, the Neanderthal, the much stronger argument is that our own advancement depends on the consumption of the "competition".

Friday, May 15, 2009

We're all Cubans now

Every day it seems, the 44th President of the United States brings change. Straight from Havana.

Gitmo suspects may be held on US soil without trial.

Ya know, at least when W was detaining people without due process, they had the decency to do it in Cuba, where such behavior is normative. We Americans could, for the most part, go on pretending America was still free.

When O first started hinting he was going to shut down our Cuban outpost, we still naively imagined it meant the "detainees" would finally be processed, charged and executed (if found guilty).

Ha.

Homer (in a loud aside): "I THINK WE CAN TRUST THE PRESIDENT OF CUBA!"



Instead, everything we loathed (but pretended not to notice) about Gitmo is being moved here, to America. O is driving a tragic ending to the W comedy.

WO. Dude.

Where's you're car?

While your busy stocking up on canned beans and rice, take a last look at the free-market selection of automobiles. Pick carefully, the next one may just have to last you 50 years.




And pick soon. The new, revived G(overnment) M(otors) is sure to ramp up the quality.



But heck, look on the bright side.

Maybe little Elian can come visit again,



and at the very least, we should get a new drink.

America Libre.

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