Neanderpundit

I was picking up a coffee at the Burger King a few minutes ago, and witnessed a… pharmaceutical transaction taking place in the parking lot.

Sure enough, they came inside aftwerwards for some of those cinnamon bun things.

Over the weekend, I managed to piss off another entire GROUP of people. A simple conversation over coffee, overheard by a casual acquaintance, turned into a facebook-and-twitter driven peyton-place of “you are WRONG! and a POOPY HEAD!”.

LOL! I love it.

Look, if you disagree with me about politics or policy or whatever, thass fine. When I can prove my point to you, and your response is to stick your fingers in your ears and shout “LALALALALA!” rather than dare expose yourself to what I have to say, guess what? That means you’re wrong, and you know it, and your preconceptions are more important to you than the truth.

So enjoy your ignorance. It just means you’re one of the sheep I have to protect, is all.

Damn, so many sheep, so few sheepdogs.

One of the things I was most amused by was how much I enjoyed almost all of the music I heard while In Africa. Hard to get the stuff here, but I finally stumbled across a youtube video of one of the songs I got stuck in my head. This is from “The General” by General Ozzy. It’s hooky and it’s been in my head since October 2008.

There’s no video, just audio. If any of my readers speak bemba, I’d love a translation.