CSotD: Dropping the S from Slaughter
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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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