Archive | February 2019

Forbidden words

WRITTEN BY: BILL BOWSER…FROM CINCINNATI, OHIO

 

I have always been amused by the many oddities of our society. That there are forbidden words makes no sense to me. Of course I’m referring to common curse words and derogatory terms. (That there are certain body parts which must be hidden from public view is also a concept that is beyond my understanding, but that’s a topic for another discussion.)

Why does society condemn the use of one term, but embrace the use of other terms with the same definition? What is it that makes a word vulgar? Why do we have that concept? How can there be good words and bad words? We don’t have good colors and bad colors. Who decides which words are bad and what criterion is used to differentiate them from good words? Why do we say bad words when something bad happens? This is really quite bizarre.

None of this makes any sense to me, but it seems to be changing. Everyday I find what I consider coarse language on otherwise respectable websites that would have been absolutely unacceptable when I was growing up. In 1964 a stand-up comedian named Lenny Bruce was convicted of obscenity in New York for using vulgarity in his act. The language posted on social media by millennials today is as vulgar as anything he said.

Just last week I was in my favorite family restaurant waiting for my adult daughters and their families. It was Monday, which was the day that young children eat free, so there were many young families with their children there. I happened to look up and see a woman, who I guessed was about 50 years old, who was waiting at the cashier to pay her bill. She was wearing a black coat with large red lettering across the back which said “YOU’RE MINE MOTHERF****R” (It was not censored as I’ve shown it.) I thought it was really inappropriate. It is difficult for me to remain indifferent to such coarseness, but then I’m reminded how silly it is for society to dictate that some words should not be spoken or displayed in public.

Writers today seem incapable of writing a paragraph without including an assortment of so-called four letter words. I’m actually somewhat ambivalent about this. On one hand the use of four letter words by so many people seems really inappropriate, but on the other hand if we abandon the concept of bad words, then the issue goes away. I have long considered the use of swear words a crutch for a lame brain, but who knows. We’ll just have to wait and see how this unfolds.

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THE SPHINX—-SHIPS, SEX, AND STUFF

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https://freebeacon.com/national-security/china-infiltrating-u-s-education-system-in-propaganda-coup/

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The Editor:  Is the sleazy sex ring for billionaires over, LL ?

Yacht Cat:  Not yet.   Arthur Blank,  the Atlanta Falcons owner, spends his money on yachts instead of prostitutes.

https://www.tmz.com/2019/02/24/arthur-blank-yacht-atlanta-falcons-nfl/

Here is a healthy attitude toward sex and politics.

https://www.theguardian.com/music/2019/feb/24/dolly-parton-on-sexual-politics-ive-probably-hit-on-some-people-myself

The FDA, EPA, and Consumer Protection Bureau are all run by business insiders.  They have gotten worse under Trump.

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/opioid-epidemic-did-the-fda-ignite-the-crisis-60-minutes/

Trump is a racist for protecting gays.

https://townhall.com/tipsheet/mattvespa/2019/02/22/beyond-parody-lgbt-magazine-says-its-racist-for-trump-to-demand-iran-stop-killing-gay-people-n2542076

Social Security is trying to stay solvent.

https://www.cnbc.com/2019/02/22/social-security-expansion-bill-poised-to-gain-traction-in-congress.html

Parents are suing Planned Parenthood for not killing their baby.  Only in America.

https://www.redstate.com/alexparker/2019/02/22/biana-coons-cristobal-ruiz-planned-parenthood-lawsuit-child-support/

Astronomy Picture of the Day

Sharpest Ultima Thule
Image Credit: NASA, Johns Hopkins University APL, Southwest Research Institute, National Optical Astronomy Observatory

Explanation: On January 1, New Horizons swooped to within 3,500 kilometers of the Kuiper Belt world known as Ultima Thule. That’s about 3 times closer than its July 2015 closest approach to Pluto. The spacecraft’s unprecedented feat of navigational precision, supported by data from ground and space-based observing campaigns, was accomplished 6.6 billion kilometers (over 6 light-hours) from planet Earth. Six and a half minutes before closest approach to Ultima Thule it captured the nine frames used in this composite image. The most detailed picture possible of the farthest object ever explored, the image has a resolution of about 33 meters per pixel, revealing intriguing bright surface features and dark shadows near the terminator. A primitive Solar System object, Ultima Thule’s two lobes combine to span just 30 kilometers. The larger lobe, referred to as Ultima, is recently understood to be flattened like a fluffy pancake, while the smaller, Thule, has a shape that resembles a dented walnut.

Tomorrow’s picture: pixels in space

Wiser words about golf have never been spoken so eloquently…..


In My Hand I Hold A Ball, White And Dimpled, Rather Small.
Oh, How Bland It Does Appear, This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.
By Its Size I Could Not Guess, The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.
But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell, I’ve Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell.
My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same, Since I Chose To Play This Stupid Game.
It Rules My Mind For Hours On End, A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.
It Has Made Me Yell, Curse And Cry, I Hate Myself And Want To Die.
It Promises A Thing Called Par, If I Can Hit It Straight And Far
To Master Such A Tiny Ball, Should Not Be Very Hard At All.
But My Desires The Ball Refuses, And Does Exactly As It Chooses.
It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies, And Even Disappears Before My Eyes.
Often It Will Have A Whim, To Hit A Tree Or Take A Swim.
With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land, It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.
Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul, If Only It Would Find The Hole.
It’s Made Me Whimper Like A Pup, And Swear That I Will Give It Up.
And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow, But The Ball Knows … I’ll Be Back Tomorrow.

Stand proud you noble swingers of clubs and losers of  balls …
A recent study found the average golfer walks about 900 miles a year.
Another study found golfers drink, on  average, 22 gallons of alcohol a year.
That means, on average, golfers get about  41 miles to the gallon.
Kind of makes you proud.  I Almost feel like a hybrid.
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