CSotD: Not All Nonsense Is Funny
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Guy Parsons is being somewhat cynical here, but that’s not to say he’s wrong.
There was a time, O Best Beloved, when people who loved the Earth recoiled from milk in plastic jugs, preferring to pick up the glass bottles that had to be brought back to the store. In fact, we were going to come back to the store for more milk anyway and dropping off the bottles was not so much of a burden.
But if we didn’t want to drop off milk and soft drink bottles, there were poor people who would collect them for the deposits. It worked pretty well.
I guess you had to be there, though, because pretty soon the glass bottles largely disappeared and eventually nearly everything was packaged in plastic, which they assured us was recyclable.
Were they lying, or just incompetent? And what the hell difference would that make?
As for the greenwashing he mentions, sometimes someone will point out that you can get a doormat made from recycled plastics. Buying a doormat made from recycled plastics is like swatting a mosquito to end malaria: Far more performative than effective.
Anyway, I’ve already got a doormat. It’s made from coco matting and doesn’t even have a wire frame. I might have to get another next spring, because, after several years of rain, snow and mud, it’s starting to recycle itself.
I hope they’re still making coconut palm trees.
And while you should eat your salad, Matt Davies is right that you shouldn’t have to choke down yet another serving of word salad at the Mar A Lago Cafe.
To put it another way, is anybody swallowing this?
Jon Stewart did a split screen video of Trump repeating all his Biden insults but swapping in Harris’s name, which I have only been able to track down on Xitter, but if you listened to Trump’s alleged press conference from Bedminster the other day, you didn’t hear anything new there, either.
Ann Telnaes agrees: The boy needs some new writers, because he’s been spinning in circles. And it’s nice that vinyl is making a comeback so that younger voters will understand what we mean when we say the needle is stuck.
Though there have recently been complaints that Harris says the same thing in her appearances, but there’s a difference between having a standard stump speech and not being able to think on your feet.
Anyway, Trump’s Bedminster speech got fact-checked, but nobody expected accuracy, so why dwell on that? I just want to know if he really did take that box of Cheerios back to his cottage for some fun.
Though here’s a question for the September debate: “What does a dozen eggs cost?” I doubt anybody in that stratosphere does their own shopping, but we could grade them by how close they came.
Meanwhile, Morten Morland indicates that the whole world watched that Trump/Musk lovefest the other night, or listened to it, or tried to, and came away with the sense that they sure like each other but that neither of them had anything of substance to say.
Though Dave Whamond did indicate that, while the Close Encounter of the Turd Kind didn’t help either man’s reputation in the world, it may have provided a bit of critical insight for anyone contemplating playing guinea pig for Elon’s medical experiments.
Plenty of observers have noted that, while Elon has thrown money at people to develop a number of innovations, he has only really been in charge of operations one time himself, and his takeover of Twitter has been both a financial and public relations disaster.
To be fair, Musk hasn’t been proposing to inject chips into anyone’s brain himself, nor has he exactly taken credit for developing the chip, though my understanding is that the chrome rolling trashcan Cybertruck may have been his design.
I remember when everybody suddenly needed to have a Humvee. Okay, maybe not everybody, with the result being that I think my old Honda is worth more on the resale market.
I don’t know what Cybertrucks will sell for a decade from now, but perhaps only people with malfunctioning brain implants will want to buy one.
Juxtaposition of the Day
Today’s episode is brought to you by the buzzword “Bidenomics.” You don’t have to watch Fox or read Town Hall to know the Word of the Day, because the juxtapositions will pop up and let you know what’s hot.
Certainly, Harris was in the room for the past four years, but nobody dubbed her the Budget Czar, and two other factors are at work in attempting to saddle her with Biden’s economy.
The first is that, if you keep telling people something, you can expect them to vomit it up in the next polls. If you keep reporting that America’s greatest problem is giant penguins, you could expect polls to show that people view giant penguins as a major issue.
And goodness knows we’ve been hearing complaints about the economy, and about complaints about the economy, on an endless loop.
The other is that the economy could be doing better, but right now, while things aren’t magnificent, they’re not so bad, Deloitte reports, and the Fed is feeling increased pressure to cut rates, which is a positive sign.
In any case, we’re economically above average compared to other nations.
But a competitive election requires something more than a debate over tampons in boys’ locker rooms, especially since any man who played varsity sports in school remembers dressing in the girls’ locker room when we were the visitors.
We saw tampons there and somehow most of us not only remained heterosexual but managed to reproduce.
Instead of a vague screed against Bidenomics, Michael Ramirez (Creators) criticizes the move to reduce drug prices by trotting out the traditional Pharma explanation, which is that high prices pay for research into other drugs.
It’s not a bad excuse, except that nobody ever explains why Americans pay far more than double what people in other countries pay for prescriptions.
If the pharmaceutical companies need to generate profits in order to continue research and development, why not spread the cost around?
Or, to put it in less technical terms, how come we’re the pigeons in this con game?
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