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  • Friday Morning Links – Tumbledown Dick edition

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    Hey hey, Glibs.

    A belligerent client ruined my day yesterday, and really bummed me out. But, you know what cheered me?

    Glibs! (Seriously.)

    I know it sounds crazy…but I loved reading the comments on yesterday’s links post, so here I am…back for more links!

    First, history! (Or be lame and jump straight to links)

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    Today’s birthdays include:

    • Ralph Waldo Emerson was born today in 1803.
    • Igor Sikorsky came into the world today in 1889.
    • And today is Ian McKellen’s 79th birthday.

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    Notable deaths:

    • Anders Dahl, Swedish botanist, died today in 1789.
    • King Henry II of Navarre died today in 1555.
    • In 1919 Madam C. J. Walker, the first American Female Self Made Millionaire, passed away from kidney failure.
    • English astronomer Sir Frank Watson Dyson died today in 1935.

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    Notable events:

    • Today in 1659 Richard Cromwell was dubbed “Tumbledown Dick” when he resigned as Lord Protector of England.
    • In 1787 the Constitutional convention opened with George Washington presiding.
    • In 1844 the first telegraphed news dispatch was published in the Baltimore Patriot.
    • And Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope was released today in 1977.

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    Lots of good links for you this morning!

    Three cheers for armed citizens.

    Just one example of why I refuse to have an Amazon Alexa device in my house.

    A nurse is suing US Customs who failed to return her seized funds after she refused to sign a “hold harmless agreement” over the seizure in the first place.

    Harvey Milk vodka anyone? (Sounds more disgusting than it is.)

    Facebook and Zuck are accused of “weaponizing” user data.

    Nessie can’t keep hiding. A scientist is hoping to prove her existence with DNA testing. The scientist doesn’t believe in Nessie, but wants to get money, media, and maybe a book deal “take people on an adventure.”

    White women need to listen up and stop calling the police on black people.

    A stormchaser wants his ashes thrown into a tornado and said in his obituary, “That’ll be fun!!!”

    The bumper of a car driving down I-5 gets impaled by a handgun. Also on I-5: Feathers. Everywhere.

    Have a lovely weekend, dear Glibs.

    I leave you with a cocktail.

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  • The Hat and The Hair: Episode 79

     

    “ARE YOU A SPY?” Donald screamed, throttling the hair.

    “Donald,” the hair said.

    “ARE YOU?”

    “Donald!” the hat yelled. “Let him go!”

    “He’s a spy!” Donald hissed.

    “No. I’m. Not,” the hair managed to gargle.

    “Pah,” Donald harrumphed and tossed the hair onto a potted plant.

    “Donald, you have to calm down,” the hat said.

    “Spies, spies, spies, all around me. I’m surrounded by spies,” Donald muttered and fell back into his office chair. He slammed a palm down on the Diet Coke button.

    “Donald,” the hair rasped, trying to untangle himself from the ficus, “I’ve been with you since 1978. We met in Studio 54. We did coke together in the bathroom. You know me.”

    “Yeah, sure, whatever,” Donald said.

    “I wonder if Harvey jacked off into that when Bill was in here?” the hat asked.

    “Guh,” the hair moaned and dropped to the floor.

    The hat looked around the Oval Office and whistled. “I bet if we got a black light, this whole place would look like a rave.”

    “Ew. c’mon, dude,” the hair said. He got up on his tippy-toe tendrils and walked gingerly back to the desk.

    The office door slammed open and John Bolton stomped into the room. “Mr. President,” his mustache said gruffly. “Pence, fucked us. He really, really fucked us.”

    “Was his wife in the room?” the hat asked brightly.

    “Pence mentioned the Libya-model, sir,” the mustache continued.

    “Is she hot?” Donald asked. “I like big tits. Does she have big tits?”

    “The Libya-model, dammit. I’m talking about the country. The country of Libya,” the mustache growled.

    “OK, I get it, she’s from Libya. I don’t care where she’s from, I’ll pee on any of them. I just want to know about her tits.”

    “Libya, sir. Pence mentioned Libya to the North Koreans. They took it as a threat.”

    “So, she’s North Korean? I don’t know about that,” Donald said. “I like ‘em to be at least a little bit meaty.”

    “Colonel Muammar Gaddafi, Mr. President. The US convinced him to give up his weapons program and then backed a revolt a few years later?” the mustache prompted.

    “Weapons program?” Donald asked, mystified. “I don’t know about that, John. I don’t like those hookers that used to be a guy. Sometimes they have a penis. I mean, sometimes they look real convincing and then SURPRISE! A PENIS!”

    “Sir,” the mustache said.

    “Did you see The Crying Game?” Donald asked. “Half-black chick. Really hot. And then PENIS! Huge. Just a huge penis.”

    “Sir, I’m trying to talk about foreign policy,” the mustache said wearily. “The North Koreans are pulling out of the talks on nuclearization.”

    “Jong? Jong would never pull out. He told me he was balls-deep in these negotiations!”

    “Donald,” the hair said, tugging on his pants leg, “Please take me to go get a shower.”

    “Or maybe that was a dream,” Donald said. “But anyway, let’s get back to the issue at hand. Are they at least 36D?”

  • Thursday Afternoon Links

    Happy Thirsty Thursday. I believe I’ll probably have started drinking by the time these links post. I have one meeting tomorrow and that’s mid-morning. Also, today I started making a brisket so I can celebrate Memorial Day in Texas style. I might get some pork ribs and sassages. Mmm. Yes. Okay. Enough about how awesome my weekend is going to be. The local figure skating team apparently lost last night. I guess Away Ice Advantage is a real thing this year. And now… the links

    The ACLU sues California over gun restraining orders. Apparently, they believe this whole “right to confront your accuser and contest judicial actions” is a real thing. Who knew? [Link missing, now fixed]

    And then there’s this… mockery… of science, claiming that NO amount of alcohol, sausage, or bacon is safe. This is demonstrably untrue. For one thing, fewer than 10% of the people in the study got cancer. Are we really to believe that 91% of the world’s population abstain from alcohol, sausage, and bacon? I’d be willing to bet that 91% of Muslims don’t abstain from all three. It is always the dose that makes the poison. The idea that exposure to a single molecule of ethanol, or a single protein denatured by the Maillard process can lead to cancer and death is ludicrous.

    So sorry, Swissy and other Glibs who served in Afghanistan, a government oversight committee has labelled the efforts over the last 9 years to stabilize that nation as “a $5B failure”. Much blood and treasure has been expended. Let us wish them great success in their future and part ways.

    Someone won $6M in scratchoffs? My days of evaluating people who use scratchoffs on payday as a retirement strategy “innumerate” are coming to a middle.

    If they reshot The Big Lebowski today, the cable porno would go more like this.

    Today someone made me thing of mercaptan, which led me to be earwormed by this.

  • How Predictive Analytics Simultaneously Improves and Ruins Your Life

    Preamble

    Flashback nearly a decade and you’ll find me toiling away in a filthy (custodians would typically not go into the labs for fear of getting blamed for something going wrong) basement lab working on an algorithm for my doctoral thesis. Identifying exotic particles (eg: magnetic monopoles, Q-balls, strangelets, etc.) in cosmic ray datasets is not exactly what you’d call the most employable pursuit. However, it was definitely more useful than SJW grievance studies, more interesting than working as a glorified proofreader for other people’s code like some of my friends and I wasn’t paying for it, so what the Hell? Everyone knows the real reason you get into physics is for the pussy anyway (hahahahaha, oh I almost made it through typing that without LOLing).

    So here I am cannibalizing standing on the shoulders of giants, using previous theoretical mathematical work on Bayesian predictive inference. Mathematics like this had been around for decades, this was just a novel application of it and formed the basis of my thesis work. I was creating an algorithm to use simulated training data and a Bayesian comparison between said training data and real data to try and identify compositional limits on particles theorized to exist but never observed (aforementioned MMs, strangelets, Q-balls etc.). While certainly fun to talk about at parties and a real panty peeler (more LOL), the thought that I’d use any of this stuff in the real world seemed remote. I had already ruled out pursuing a career in academia, so I figured I’d just go become a code monkey like my friends. Little did I know that I was inadvertently making myself eminently employable in a field that has become the new “hot thing” in tech.

    A Rose By Any Other Name is Just as Confusing

    At the time, this field was limited to academia and a few tech companies that were using it to claw their way to the top (see: Google, Facebook, Amazon, et. al.). It didn’t even have a name other than just “statistics” or “data analytics”; boring pedestrian things that only the pocket protector squad cared about. Glamorous Silicon Valley VCs would never get on board with such dull nonsense. So, being the innovators that they are, techies rebranded this field “data science” employing “artificial intelligence” and “machine learning”. I personally have issues with all these monikers; “data science” is just meaningless (in spite of that being my job title) and “artificial intelligence” and “machine learning” both suffer from the same problem. Namely, they both imply that a computer is learning in the same fashion as a human brain. My preferred moniker is “predictive analytics” since I think it captures reality better and doesn’t overstate what the algorithm is doing to some kind of mind reading and/or Skynet AI.

    So what exactly is it? Well, the short explanation is that any predictive algorithm takes parametric data inputs to build a statistical model that will predict the outcome of future iterations within some uncertainty. Essentially, you start with a set of “training data” with known outcomes, the algorithm then processes that data to build a model of how each parameter affects the outcome. You then feed the algorithm a set of test data, it applies the model to all the parameters, makes a prediction, then looks at the known outcome and scores whether it’s correct, a false positive or a false negative. If the algorithm passes some human-defined threshold, it starts working to make predictions on real-world data, all the while refining its model to get better as it processes more data. This real-time refinement is where the “learning” and “artificial intelligence” stuff comes in. To an external observer, it looks like the computer is learning and adapting; which in a way it is, but only in some narrowly defined brute-force iterative way within specific parameters. It has none of the heuristic properties of human intelligence. Perhaps someday we’ll unlock the secrets of the human mind and be able to simulate true intelligence, but I see that as a long way off.

    How It Makes Your Life Better

    As stated, this kind of analysis has been used in mathematical and academic settings for a long time, but the first exposure I ever had to it in the real world was a fun little quiz called the Gender Test at www.thespark.com (to early internet denizens, this was kind of a forerunner to places like College Humor, Ebaum’s World and finally the Glib-approved favorite, The Chive). This test asked a series of seemingly irrelevant questions such as “Which word is more gross, used or moist?” and showing pictures of two different cartoon monkeys asking “Which one will win?” After 50 or so of these kinds of questions, the quiz would then predict if you were male of female and ask if it got it right. This was long before the misgendering insanity so it was a binary choice; each time it got it right, it increased the relative weights of the preceding questions toward that gender. Each time it was wrong, it reduced the weights. The very first time someone took the test, the prediction was pure chance. But after a couple hundred thousand iterations, the relative gender weighting on the questions got pretty good and the algorithm could predict male or female almost all the time. In this case, the answers to the questions were the parameters and the gender was the predictive variable. While it may seem simple minded, this basic paradigm is what drives most of our modern computational conveniences.

    Every time you search something in Google, that’s a set of parameters used to refine its model. It gets better and better at searching. Each time you “like” something on Facebook or click a link in Twitter or look at a job posting on LinkedIn, their models refine and get a little bit better. Each time you ask Siri something, she gets a little better at understanding you (remember when you first unboxed your new iPhone and Siri asked you to say a few things at startup? There’s your training data).

    Of course the most important innovation is in the industry that is always the tip of the technological spear: porn. This goes way beyond dumbly suggesting videos tagged “big tits” after you’ve searched for big tits. EVERYTHING you do is a parametric data point. Among the videos you watch, are the tits real or fake? How big are they exactly? Is this lesbian, one on one hetero, threesome, group or something more exotic? What parts of the scene do you linger on? Go even further and perhaps there’s eye tracking technology (tape over your webcam people). What part of the tits do you look at the longest? In what sequence do you look at them? Is there a type of nipple you gaze at longer? Can the nipples themselves be broken down into parametric data for classification? The possibilities are endless. In this way, the porn site “learns” not only what your revealed preferences are, but it also can use data from other users with similar preferences to suggest things that you yourself might not even know you like. Like big tits? Might we suggest these ebony strap-on compilations for you?

    There are of course more pedestrian applications like what I’m working on professionally now. We have biopsy slides that have been pre-tagged by experienced pathologists as cancerous or non-cancerous. The algorithm does pixel-by-pixel imagery analysis to classify features that indicate cancer or not. The hope is that eventually the algorithm will get good enough that it can identify cancer on its own, even in stages too early for a human to see. It’s not nearly as cool as porn, but a guy’s gotta eat right?

    How it Ruins Your Life

    Coolness factor aside, this way of doing things can quickly cross over from nifty to creepy. Target famously has an algorithm that not only tracks what you buy, but will automatically latch onto your smartphone and track your movements in the store. The most amazing (read: creepy) application of this is its ability, through lots of training and refinement, to tell the gender of the customer, the approximate age of the customer, whether the customer is pregnant and the approximate due date of the customer before she herself even knows she’s pregnant. All this is possible from millions of data points of known pregnant women (going from buying prenatal vitamins, to stretch mark cream to eventually diapers and formula) and their purchases and movements around the store leading up to the birth. The more times this happens, the better the algorithm gets.

    One might be tempted to actually put this in the “how it improves your life” column. After all, Target can offer you discounts on things it knows you’ll need and make your life more convenient in the process. However, it doesn’t take much imagination to see how this can quickly morph into something very sinister, very quickly.

    Creepy when a private company does it, this becomes nefarious when a government does it. Even worse is when government gets in bed with private companies to start profiling you based on your data. Buying a lot of fertilizer? Maybe you’re making a bomb. Let’s look at literally every parameter that comprises your life for the past decade to see (at a 95% confidence level) if you’re a terrorist. G-d help us if we ever get to a point in which this kind of shit is accepted in a court of law. We would literally have a Minority Report Pre-Crime situation on our hands.

    Every single thing you do, seemingly significant or not, is a parametric data point that can be fed into an ML algorithm to extract features, classify them and make predictions about you. Not just what toothpaste you use, but how long and how often you brush. Do you start from the molars or the incisors? Do you gargle your mouthwash? What are your favorite sexual positions? How loud are your orgasms? Do you own a tabby or a tuxedo cat? Do you typically move your bowels in the morning or the evening? Do you configure your toilet paper over or under? People like to think that this kind of data collection is limited to conscious decisions like the products they buy or the places they go, but that is barely scratching the surface. Emotions, unconscious behaviors, pointless or useless decisions of daily life; these things are the treasure trove that gives insight into your essence. The eyes are not the window to the soul, Big Data is. The only way to escape it is to forsake all modern technology, retreat to the woods and live as if it’s the 18th century (behavior which itself, by the way, offers a ton of data about you).

    Now of course all of this can be used for good or ill. In all seriousness, a change in bowel habits could indicate a health problem. But let’s not be naive about the true nature of how these technologies are/will be used. To those who crave power and long to rule us, these developments are a gift from Heaven (or, more likely, Hell). These analytical techniques, so seemingly innocuous when Thomas Bayes first pioneered them 300 (!) years ago have opened a can of worms that could enslave the human race in ways Big Brother could only dream of. If Bayes could see what’s happening now he might echo Oppenheimer; “now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.”

    Unfortunately, I don’t hold out a lot of hope for the future. Constitutional protections have proven toothless, people stupidly *volunteer* massive amounts of data and the data that they don’t volunteer gets vacuumed up by an ever more intrusive State. The campus #metoo squad is just the advanced scouting group checking out how fortified the “innocent until proven guilty” doctrine is; a trial balloon for the destruction of due process.

    Working in the field I do only makes me more pessimistic because I see how powerful this is first hand. My advice: well, I don’t really have any; aside from the aforementioned retreat into the woods. Other than that, all you can do is continue to support causes that shore up data privacy protections and defend against 4th Amendment violations. That’s at least a finger in the dike (not finger in the dyke you perverts).

    But, hey, at least PornHub’s suggested viewing is spot on right?

  • Thursday Morning Links – Mary Had a Little Lamb Edition

    Today marks an important day. It is the first day that I, WebDominatrix, am serving up your morning links.

    You’re welcome.

    But before links, a history lesson.

    May 24th is a good day to be born. Today’s birthdays include:

    • Julius Caesar, that old pole cat, that old so-and-so, was born today in 15 BC.
    • Queen Victoria was born May 24th 1819, which means she was a Gemini. (Explains a lot.)
    • And May 24th 1794 gave us William Whewell, English polymath and philosopher, who was really good at naming shit.

    May 24th is also a good day to die. If you kick off today you’ll be in the company of:

    • David I, King of Scots. He bit the dust today in 1153.
    • Nicolas Copernicus shuffled off his mortal coil in 1543.
    • And abolitionist William Lloyd Garrison kicked the bucket today in 1879.

    May 24th appears to be a good day to travel.

    • In 1218 the Fifth Crusade left Acre and headed off to Egypt.
    • In 1660 King Charles II visited the Netherlands.
    • In 1697 King William III traveled through Northern Europe.

    But perhaps my favourite notable event of May 24th is the publication of Mary Had a Little Lamb in 1830.

    Next, Links!

    North Korea called Pence a “political dummy” and threatened nuclear showdown.

    A pedophile put “copyright” on homemade child porn. (Link courtesy of OMWC)

    A child who attended a swinger’s party is not a child after all, and just a really short woman. (Sorry to disappoint, OMWC)

    Currently trending on Google: Cavs vs. Celtics, which might matter to someone somewhere…?

    A Totoro-themed restaurant is opening up in Thailand. I think a roadtrip is in order.

    The sinkhole in front of the White House got me curious about just WTF causes them, anyway? Turns out it’s no big mystery.

    A couple Florida stories caught my eye: a zombie alert, and a nipple controversy. But, alas, not zombie nipple controversy.

    GDPR is upon us and goes into effect tomorrow, May 25th. For those of us who have subscribers in the EU they either have to reconfirm their interest in receiving email or we have to delete them today because as of tomorrow even deleting their email counts as processing their data. (Give me a fucking break.)

  • Wednesday Afternoon Links – Zen Place edition

    The Wages of Virtue Signalling Are Food Stamps

    Adam Smith has been unable to find a job since a video he made in protest of Chick-Fil-A went viral.

    Sometimes the invisible hand is a bitchslap.


    Philip Roth, Dead at 85

    Novelist Philip Roth, whose vast body of work included the Pulitzer Prize-winning American Pastoral and the archetypal Portnoy’s Complaint, died Tuesday at the age of 85.

    His death was announced by the New York Times and the New Yorker, the latter of which published one of Roth’s early short stories, “The Kind of Person I Am,” in 1958. Roth went on to publish a hefty bibliography, with famed works including Goodbye, Columbus; Zuckerman Unbound, and The Human Stain, in addition to the aforementioned Pastoral and Portnoy. Roth retired from writing novels in 2012.

    Let the ritual kicking of the corpse begin!

    Bertrammm
    5/23/18 12:50am
    Looks like we can finally be rid of the neckbeards kvetching about Roth not winning the Nobel every year. The award can only go to a living author.

    Rude Negro
    5/23/18 8:58am
    Roth’s stuff was self-indulgent pap. Only a chronic masturbator would think he deserved a Nobel.

    Auntie-Socialite
    5/23/18 10:30am
    Please let Woody Allen be next.

    Here’s a palate cleanser, from, of all places, SlateA Guide to the Many, Many Books of Philip Roth


    GOB Bluth fondles this dog

    Grooming Alert: Do Not Take Your Kids to the Show Dogs Movie

    “Since the inspection of the private parts will happen in the finals, Frank touches Max’s private parts to get him use to it. Of course, Max doesn’t like it and snaps at Frank for him to stop. Max is then told by the former champion, who has been through the process before, that he needs to go to his “zen place” while it happens so he can get through it. More attempts are made by Frank to touch Max’s private parts, but Max is still having trouble letting it happen and keeps snapping at him.”

    Max needs to get it together, see, and LET PEOPLE TOUCH HIS PRIVATE PARTS, or he might lose the competition and fail at his mission to rescue the kidnapped panda.

    Do you see what’s happening here? Max’s success is riding on whether or not he lets both his partner (for practice) and a stranger (the competition judge) touch his private parts.

    IN A KIDS MOVIE. WHAT???

    Newsflash, folks: THIS IS CALLED GROOMING and it’s what sexual predators do to kids!

    It gets worse. Maldonado describes the movie’s dramatic dog show finals scene:

    The day of the finals come and if Max doesn’t let his private parts be touched, he may lose the competition and any hope of finding the kidnapped panda. It all rests on his ability to let someone touch his private parts. The judge’s hands slowly reach behind Max and he goes to his “zen place”. He’s flying through the sky, dancing with his partner, there are fireworks and flowers-everything is great-all while someone is touching his private parts.

    Old Man With Candy was unavailable for comment.


    File under: Right For All The Wrong Reasons

    Obama Sucks as a Post-President

    Saving our democracy from banana republicanism is just one thing that needs to be done right now. Even without Trump’s poison personality, we still face the same set of broad problems that afflicted our country a couple years back when Obama was still in office. We still have an unconscionably high prison population. We’re still riven by racism and sexism. And many of our institutions are being pulled apart at the seams by rising economic inequality, which Obama himself called the “defining challenge of our time.” So what did Barack Obama, one of the most famous men in the world, the immediate past leader of the world’s most powerful nation, do as soon as he left office, to demonstrate his commitment to solving these issues? He went on a kite surfing vacation with a billionaire. Then he got a $65 million book deal. And then, this week, he signed a deal to produce shows for Netflix. This is what he has deemed to be more important than speaking out forcefully against our slow slide into fascism and institutional corruption. This is what he has deemed more important than making even a symbolic gesture towards the idea that there is something more meaningful for a former president to do with his life than to get disgustingly wealthy. Instead of remaining a strong public voice for equality and using his unparalleled platform to draw attention to the very neediest class of people, he has chosen to sell his fame for huge sums and pal around with rich guys. Weird. I thought that was more of a Donald Trump thing.

    Barack Obama: your life is not just about you. Get your fucking shit together man.

    Another gem from Hamilton Nolan: he’s not just economically illiterate anymore!


  • The Hat and The Hair Extended Universe: The Canonization of Hillary

    The Martyrdom

    No one could possibly say that she hadn’t suffered for her faith, the faith she had in America. Oh, how she suffered. As the arrows did pierce the tender breast of Sebastian, as the skin was peeled from brave Bartholomew, so did Hillary suffer. The ignominy of defeat at the short-fingered hands of Donald Trump would have been more than a lesser person–a Gore, say, or a Biden–could have possibly survived. To have Her Election stolen, to have been Betrayed by the Jew Zuckerberg and the Godless Russians and the Traitor Comey was Calumny and Disaster. It was Her Turn and in Denial thus was Hillary Martyred.

    To be denied Her Turn was a living death, but, cruelly, did the Church wait for her actual death before giving her the honor she deserved. And when that box that supposedly held Her Body was lowered into the ground, the process was begun.

     

    The Trial

    Who could say that Hillary was not a Servant of God? Her Deeds, Her Works, Her Words, Her Thoughts leave no doubt that She was a Servant of God. She sought to heal the sick. She sought to shatter the glass ceiling. She battled the Bearded Patriarchs in their lair. She graciously stepped aside for the Black Man to be President.

    And who could say She was not heroic in Her virtue? Did she not defend Her marriage against all who would assault it? Did She not serve Her Country, Her People with no thought of personal gain? Did She not know poverty and abjection? Did She not wander in the Wilderness?

    Being Venerable, it was appropriate and correct for those who loved Her to pray for Intercession. A blind Black Child who kissed Her Grave was restored of sight! A prayer to Our Lady of the Turkey Neck did cause the ICE handcuffs on a Dreamer to spring open! The pleading of a non-binary labor organizer resulted in them petition being filled with signatures without their even having to leave they van! At the very beginning of Foul Trump’s 2nd Inauguration Speech, Her statue at Yale began to menstruate!

     

    Advocatus diaboli nullus

    Unsure of what to make of all this, Commie Pope sent an old priest and a young priest to investigate. They were appropriately suspicious of this Methodist who was clearly a Catholic saint. But, Lo, what did they find? The blind child could now see. The Dreamer did go free. The Girl with the Ugly Haircut did have a filled petition. Clots did flow sluggishly from cloven stone.

    What choice was left?

     

    Hillary, Our Lady of Sorrows, Patron Saint of Stolen Elections, forgive us our trespasses as we must never forgive those who have trespassed against You. Lead us from the Temptations of Fake News paid for by Putinbots and the baskets of the Deplorable Nation. Beset on all sides by enemies, lend us Your Strength, Sweet Lady. Amen.

  • Wednesday Morning Links

    Yeah Daaaaaayum! The Houston Rockets pulled off a big win, when the Warriors did not, in fact, come out to pla-e-yay in the fourth quarter. That was a surprise when I woke up and saw it this morning after turning the tv off in the third because it wasn’t much of a game.  I’m still sticking to my guns and calling this one in 6 though.  I caught a glimpse of the script when Adam Silver walked by a TV camera the other day.  Celtics-Cavs will go to 7, by the way.  But the league hasn’t decided who they want to win yet. They play game 5 tonight.

    Speaking of playoffs, the Wales Conference champions will be crowned tonight in Tampa Bay.  I’m sure Capitals fans are relaxed, what with their team’s performance in big games like this over the history of the franchise.  Also, it was 20 years ago this playoff season when I watched the Capitals live in game 4 of the Stanley Cup final.  Tickets were about $25 each for lower level corner seats at the MCI Center (I think) as they were swept by the Red Wings.  That’s the year they rolled Vladi Konstantinov onto the ice (to some tears from me and other fans) after that dickhead limo driver wrecked his career and life. Way to go, asshole.

    Across the pond, Arsenhole find a new manager they hope can bring them to the promised land of Thursday European matches, which will be all the rage in London this fall.  Meanwhile, Liverpool get set to take the biggest of big stages this weekend.  YNWA.

    Hey, today is my eldest daughter’s birthday. She shares it with Gen Ambrose Burnside, physicist and inventor of the transistor John Bardeen, hero to musicians Robert Moog, baseball’s Buck Showalter, libertarian actor Drew Carey, assclown “writer” Mitch Albom, snaggletoothed singer Jewel, and Jeopardy! contestant-extraordinaire Ken Jennings. And historical events such as Ben Franklin inventing bifocals and Mao Tse-tung starting his barbarous “Great Leap Forward” took place.

    And now its time for us to take a great leap forward (without tens of millions of dead bodies, I hope) toward…the links!

    Get out your checkbook, buddy.

    I know Stormy Daniels’s attorney figures he’s gonna get rich off of this shitshow. But it looks like he needs to start stroking some pretty hefty checks of his own before that happens.

    LOL, fucking millennials.  Seriously, dude?  Seriously?!?!?!

    Smug doesn’t even begin to describe this guy.

    The NYT’s Frank Bruni is shitting his pants because he’s afraid the Mueller investigation might be helping Trump.  He actually laments that focusing on collusion only will cause the media as well as the hoi polloi to overlook serious things like risking security by using unsecured devices. And he also decries that the media are letting Trump frame the investigation as being only about collision when its about so much more (which contradicts the spirit if not letter of the directive) they could use to get rid of the outsider.

    Wow. What kind of an asshole does shit like this? Kudos to the soldier. I wonder if children of adoption are more prone to take care of others in the same situation. I’d imagine so. Any adopted Glibs out there want to weigh in?

    Re-enactment

    Careful what you wish for, lady. Or perhaps she was menstruating, because I heard that attracts them.

    Why this is surprising is beyond me.  Cheerleaders have always been notorious for being bitches.  But still, I think it shows how thin-skinned the pussies running high schools as well as students and parents of today’s kids, can be.

    Trump tries to stay on topic during media Q&A.  Meanwhile, the media continue to ignore mounting evidence that there was a conspiracy to spy on, entrap and fuck with his presidential campaign.

    Proof that old people can still make good music.

    Enjoy hump day.  I’m taking my daughter, who is a Giants fan, to watch Verlander shut them down.  God bless day baseball.

  • Tuesday Afternoon Links

    So are the Lightning going to Florida Man up the figure skating thing or are the Caps just too cursed? I’m still gun-shy from the Astros run last year where I didn’t believe until the World Series that it was really going to happen. So I know how it feels, Caps fans. And I want you to feel it again. All right. Enough trash talking.

    Florida Man

    This guy couldn’t just get a face tattoo, no. He had to go all ISIS bomb building to get his FUCK YOU DAD in. Bahstahn Strong!

    This is capitalism right here. Coffee waste product selling at 400% premium to coffee. I would love to see how a Socialist explains the development of this market.

    Well, this will tie right into my facial tattoo meme. Florida Man arrested for climbing on playground equipment and telling children where babies come from. I think I like the part where the cop watched him try to pick fights with tourists for a while before arresting him. Good job, Clearwater Beach PD. Way to try to let the man express himself.

    Giant, predatory worms found in France (not at Cannes, either)

    I don’t believe this was a problem at Boy Scout Jamborees when I was young. We’d just have used them for pranks.

    Metaphor alert —Sinkhole opens  on White House lawn. I’ve got a song for that.

     

  • The Hat and The Hair-Animated Episode 5: Maverick

    Does anybody really like John McCain?