Neanderpundit

I try to keep mine fine tuned. It requires a lot of research and reading. I think it works pretty well.

Today Redbone emailed me something about scientists being liberal. Which technically is impossible, since a true scientist doesn’t let his politics flavor his research. Still, a lot of people calling themselves scientists are demonstrably liberal.

Grokked that when I was eleven, flyboy, glad to see you caught up.

One of the biggest pieces of crap science I ever saw is the bullshit about “seat belts save lives”. This is a piece of crap that was foisted onto us and we bought it hook line and sinker. How many people do you know that have been “saved” by seat belts? I don’t know anyone. I do know people that have been harmed severely by seat belts, including me, and people who died because they were wearing that crap they put in passenger cars.

Five point belts are good, and do what they’re supposed to do; I had them in my Rover, because without them, a little bit of offroading could be fatal. The threepoint crap in my truck? I never wear it, and I pay the tickets I get because I never wear them. Because I have not yet heard any compelling evidence that seatbelts save lives, only that stupidass slogan. I WOULD put a five point in the truck, but it’s against the law to modify the original belt system in a passenger vehicle (at least as far as I can determine in Indiana) from something potentially fatal, to something that could potentially function as designed.

In twenty years people will buy the AGW bullshit and Green bullshit the same way people buy the seatbelt bullshit now.

Prompted by this and this

Not only do I have no interest in being forced to do something someone else claims is good for me, I don’t want anyone else deciding what’s good for me, period. Piss up a rope, lawmakers. Piss up a rope, Nobama. And if you think I ought to be wearing a seatbelt? You can piss up a rope too.

Went to mass yesterday morning with the Oglet to put in a good word for my friend Ken. Lit a candle.

And the woman in front of us farted constantly during the entire service.

“Lift up your hearts” phrrt. Pwatpwatpwat.
“we lift them up to the lord” phwwwwwwatt.

“”Lord Jesus Christ, you said to your apostles:” pwappppppffeww.

” ‘I leave you peace, my peace I give you.’ ” pappityapappittyeee.

The Oglet and I maintained our composure for the time it took to get to the truck.

And then we laughed our asses off.

And we dubbed the 22nd of July “Fart Wednesday”. If you can have fat tuesday, why not fart wednesday?