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CSotD: Dropping the S from Slaughter

I never noticed until just now that slaughter is just laughter with an S at the front end. There’s probably a clever aphorism somewhere in there, but I can’t think of one. Perhaps the woman in this cartoon can tell us, since I think she’s about to get smarter.

I recently mentioned the Re-education Camps that were set up in Vietnam after the war in order to purify thought, but I don’t think we’ll bother with that.

I knew a woman from Poland who was sent by the Germans to work on a farm during the Second World War, which wasn’t much of an alternative to being in the camps but given that we’re in the process of getting rid of all our braceros, perhaps it’s a practical solution to the problem of troublesome dissidents.

I also had a friend who did time in a juvie prison in Texas where they were put out in the fields to tend the cotton, so between chain gangs and Nazis, it’s not like we’d have to invent anything.

There was no wi-fi back then, but they did have television, with strict limits on what they were allowed to watch. Maybe the camps could have Fox and Newsmax on 24/7 to drive out all the wokeness.

But enough politics. Let’s drop the S and just go for laughter.

Mark Anderson has clearly worked in a corporate setting at some point. I worked at a paper owned by Dow Jones, and one of the VPs came by to visit and assure us of how swell everything was and would continue to be. He said some of the family members were consulting with Warren Buffett in hopes of making the place even more swell and profitable.

My fellow workers had heard of the Sage of Omaha and were quite excited by having our paper taken under his wing, but I was the business writer and didn’t jump up and down. I forget how many ownerships that poor paper has been through since, but most newspaper people can tell a similar tale. It’s a business where, when people meet after a long separation, they’re apt to ask, “So, are you still working?”

And I laughed at Andertoons despite what Lincoln said of the nine-year-old who stubbed his toe, “It hurts too much to laugh but I’m too old to cry.”

I bet Lincoln laughed when he said that.

You never had to read best sellers. You just had to go to enough parties that you’d hear everything in them. Now it works for television, too, because there are whole lot of absolutely wonderful TV shows on a whole lot of streaming sites and if you can afford them all you can afford to go do something more interesting instead.

Which doesn’t mean I think I’m too smart to watch at all, because I’m not one of Those People. But I already pay for 45 channels of which I watch half a dozen and not often.

So everything I know about White Lotuses and Severances and Residences I have learned by reading about their ratings and profits and off-camera scandals, and that’s just hearsay.

Juxtaposition of the Day

I got a good laugh out of Speed Bump, which reminds me of the Geico commercial with the couple who have aunts. That commercial didn’t make me buy their insurance, but it does make me look in the refrigerator and say to myself “Expired. Expired. Expired.”

Zits is equally ridiculous, but while I can’t believe either scenario would really happen, I’m more dubious about Zits because Troy’s mom would be a helicopter mom, hovering over her own kid.

My folks believed in that thing about giving your kid roots and wings, and when I went to college they dropped me off at the airport and I dropped off the face of the Earth. I wrote home once a week but only for about a month.

I told my boys my college preference for them would be close enough that they could come home for Thanksgiving if they wanted, but far enough away that they’d have to do their own laundry. I still think that’s a good rule, but now you have to find a place far enough away that your mother won’t show up to do your laundry for you.

And when I was a student, my phone was always in my room and I almost never was. Excellent system.

My folks weren’t toxic and we were actually very close except geographically. On the other hand, having been given wings was good preparation for life, since I’ve lived like this fellow much of my life.

When I was working for vulture-capitalist-owned newspapers, I didn’t let the constant layoffs scare me. My saying then was “It’s just me and the dog, and he thinks sleeping in the park and eating out of Dumpsters would be a blast!”

My current dog feels the same way, so I’m not scared of whatever Elon has planned for Social Security.

And as a bonus, she’s the best panhandler I’ve ever met.

Juxtaposition of the Day #2

I wasn’t gonna discuss politics, but Liniers brought up the general topic, and both Venables and Telnaes bring to mind Cromwell’s instruction that he wanted his portrait to show him “warts and all,” in contrast to a big baby who insists it be flattering.

But no politics today. Just this link.

I know why Wet Wipes exist, because I’ve changed a lot of babies, or, rather, the same two but many times.

However, I don’t think we flushed the wipes, and I seem to remember that you don’t have to worry about them getting into the water system if you flush them because they wrap around your plumbing forever or until everything backs up and overflows which serves you right.

God knows there’s no shortage of sources for towelettes, and Bezos also sells cloth diapers, so you needn’t wrap your baby in the Washington Post, the one remaining reason to subscribe.

And if you use cloth diapers and dip their little butts in water, you’ll eliminate all unnecessary disposables.

Though this solution carries a risk.

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  1. 1) One of the ghosts in “The Graveyard Book” is named Mother Slaughter and there’s a mention that all that remains of her old headstone is the word “laugh”. It’s still a good book, its author be damned.

    2) The really funny bit about the portrait kerfuffle is that it’s actually a pretty flattering one—his neck wattle was left off, he’s a natural color, and it looks like he’s actually wearing a properly tailored suit. It just blends right in with all the other presidential portraits around it which were painted in the same style. Maybe that’s what set him off—he looks like such an ordinary generic guy in it.

  2. “slaughter is just laughter with an S at the front end”

    I am SO stealing that! This is the perfect concise definition of satire. Well done, my friend.

    1. I can’t decide if I should start saying “law-tor” or “slaff-ter”.

  3. Speaking on behalf of the remaining half-dozen WaPo subscribers, I would like to say that it’s dandy for window washing. I’d like to, but just today they ran an article on cleaning that says that you should NOT use newspapers for window washing.

  4. I just love that the Colorado GOP raised $100,000 to commision that painting. I wonder how much it will cost to keep it in storage.

    1. Buried somewhere in the US Capitol is a classicalist statue of George Washington, sitting on a marble chair, wearing nothing but a toga.
      It was probably created after George died.
      If Washington had seen it….he would’ve had a coronary.

  5. I haven’t noticed anything about it happening to others online, and I must mention that this happed before DOGE dipped its gnarled fingers into our records or staff cuts began, but after five years of my Social Security check arriving minutes after midnight on the second Wednesday of every month, in February, my check was deposited on the Friday after, and then in March, the following Monday. I guess April’s will come eight days late, if the delay follows form. I don’t depend on it being there on exactly the scheduled day, but I know that there are folks for which even short delays may endanger rent payments or groceries, so these tardy checks are a big deal, but of course each day the money remains in federal coffers, the more interest it’s earning for the government.

    1. My check arrived by direct deposit on the day expected. Or as we say, “So far, so good.”

  6. BTW, if you tire of singing the Mother’s Lament, here’s something I wrote to the same tune when I was a college senior and then-wife was an editorial assistant at a publishing house:

    I’d rather be learning than earning,
    I’d rather make textbooks my life.
    Oh, I’d be a fool
    To drop out of school
    And have to go work like my wife.
    My teachers are foggy old pedants,
    My classes are boring, and yet
    I’d never survive
    If I worked 9 to 5,
    And I’d rather write papers than sweat.

  7. This joke was part of Spider Robinson’s Calahan’s series.
    Actually a slightly bigger one: involentary man’s laughter was the title of one story.

  8. I remember the Far Side where a family with weirdly shaped faces looked at a document and said, “How come little Pablo got an ‘F’ in art?”

  9. So Trump pulls Stefanik’s UN ambassador nomination because he knows they’ll never retain her seat.

  10. Refreshing having a fussy and candid leader. The portrait was garbage and should be replaced with his bad ass mugshot!

    1. This is a parody, right? You sound like those Russian bots that show up on Facebook. They always seem to be the same generic white dude with the same ring-shaped facial hair.

      There’s nothing “badass” about scowling like a constipated old man. I’ve seen the same look on entitled old jerks at the restaurant when you tell them their coupon expired. Your “badass” dude can’t even walk down stairs without assistance.

      You keep coming on here trying to “own” somebody but you just keep looking stupider every time. I certainly hope this isn’t the only way you’re getting jollies right now. Go get a hobby or something.

      1. Dirty Harry ain’t got nothin’ on Trump!

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