This week was not one of our best. SP got in a heap of trouble for wearing her Glibs gear to Show And Tell, and I had to spend a great deal of time with her teacher and principal. “But it’s a family friendly site, suitable for all ages!” Nonetheless, I had to do some fancy dancing to explain away the Hat and Hair theme…

Anyway, let’s cast our usual cynical eyes on the news. First, from the always-peaceful Middle East, there’s people who actually want war and aren’t satisfied that they’re getting enough. And there’s some weirdly familiar themes.

Kilis, a town with a population of fewer than 100,000, has swelled to 130,000 with the influx of refugees, and although the Syrians have been widely accepted, there is local resentment, especially over economic resources. Turkey has spent billions on the refugees, noted Mr. Emir, the barber, whose shop was empty. “If the government had given that money to the Turkish population there would not be any poor people left,” he said.

I know, let’s get involved! What could possibly go wrong?

“Bang! Bang! Hahaha, just kidding, Joe, you can get up off the floor now.”

If you feel like you don’t have enough meaningless things to fret about, here’s one for you. Know what I fret about? That Scientific American used to be an excellent and educational publication, and now it’s all about politics, FUD, and fourth-rate bloggers. The enstupidation of America continues apace.

I swear, this was a sub-plot in The Sum of All Fears.

As much as we complain about the legacy news media, they still have the capacity to entertain. I’m reminded of the Three Stooges short where their boat sprang a leak and started sinking, so Curly drilled holes in the bottom to let the water out.

The Dutch have spoken: in a contest to determine the Showpiece of the Netherlands, the finalists included Rembrandt’s Night Watch, Leeuwenhouk’s microscope, and Escher’s Sky and Water. The winner? The Plakkaat Van Verlatinghe, their version of the Declaration of Independence from 1581; in their case, the independence was from the Spanish king. It’s worth a read.

It wouldn’t be a Saturday morning without Old Guy Music. This one is a special edition in honor of Glib Fit. If you’re old like me, you might have nightmarish memories of phys ed class with this stupid thing blaring at you, a relic of JFK’s version of Michelle Obama do-gooding. For the children, of course. When Robert Preston died, I had a little celebration.