Neanderpundit

OK, with apologies to Midlight Oil.

Look, this is no surprise. This is not even unexpected. Anyone with a couple brain cells to rub together knew this was coming. An unarmed populus (except for the Muslims. Sharia doesn’t exclude them from having weapons and that is all they care about) incapable of defending itself, surrounded by socialist nannyisim? And rioting Muslims? Meat for the slaughter.

After French collaborators sold France to germany for thirty pieces of silver, a resistance movement began, and grew. The spirit of those people helped win the war.

As much as people malign the French, I suspect most of the French people are little different from anyone, they only want to live their lives. And, I hope, they still have the spirit that caused those men and women to risk, and lose, their lives, fighting the germans.

Pray for the people of France. Pray that they can live in peace again, and pray that they understand who and what brought them where they are.

Over here at Mark’s Sysinternals blog there’s a nice description (a bit geeky, but hey) about how Sony’s enhanced music disks fuckup your computer.

And you thought Big Brother was gonna be the first to toy with your computer. Sorry, Sony got there first.

Ask for your money back for your Sony CD’s. Sell the sony products you have. Write sony and tell them what you think. And make sure they cocksuckers don’t get away with this. Rot in hell, sony.

or, more accurately, inertia. When I was but ten, my partner Mike and I were running around playing with some old Master locks dad had brought home from Ford, discard lockout/tagout locks from obsolete machinery.

Now, when these were attached to their respective machies, they each included about 7′ of steel chain making them, well, more or less, theft resistant.

To a ten year old, discovering the forces of inertia by whirling a weight on the end of a string is one of the most amusing science lessons, and as I whirled, Mike walked around the corner of the house.

The lock hit him in the temple and laid him out like a mackerel.He flew off to the side and hit the ground perfectly horizontal, and just as he did, I noticed him for the first time, his mom walking out their front door, and my mom pulling in the drive.

Mom started hitting me with something, I think it was the back of her hand, or maybe it was a brick. Mike came to, sitting up and rubbing his temple, saying “I see stars”. His brother Bobbie yells “MICKEY GETS EVERYTHING!” and Mike’s mom, not to be outdone, starts wailing on Mike’s freshly throbbing headwound with a plunger handle.

How the hell did I survive childhood?