Yup, it’s a return to a Friday feature Of Yore.
And this has nothing to do with your earnings, either, but what it says about you as a person. Ranked in order of increasing foulness, they are:
Feel free to correct me, if you can think of worse.
Y’all asked for it…
Your suggestions in Comments.
From Longtime Reader Brad:
You tell of your Grandfather on a yearly basis… his quiet determination to live his life, support and protect his family, etc.
Perhaps you recall columnist John Kass from The Trib — he’s indie now — he bailed earlier this year immediately after lefty vulture “capitalists” bought The Trib.
I give you this …
I always liked to read John Kass back when I lived in Daley City, and this ranks up there with his best. Wonderful, and humbling.
Thanks, Brad.
Here’s an interesting story:
Jeremy Clarkson has been granted ‘urgent’ planning permission to build cattle shed – in time for his herd to calve in the New Year.
To any American farmer, this would cause a certain amount of head-scratching: you need a new shed on your farm, you build it.
Not, of course, in Britishland, where ownership of property gives one no rights at all, except of course the obligation to pay taxes on it.
And if the “emergency” part hadn’t been granted, requiring an endless wait while the permission process wound its tortuous way around bureaucratic inertia, “public” input (objections from people who think farmers should be able to carry on with Saxon-era buildings) — resulting in Clarkson building an “un-licensed” shed to save his calves’ lives — why then, he’d be fined and forced to tear the thing down.
Government at its finest.
Saw this pic at Kenny’s place the other day:
…and all I could think of was, “Thank gawd the Black guy is at the top and not the bottom, or else we’d never hear the end of it.”
Key word (I think): Australia.
Last week’s Competition was #200 in this weekly posting — that’s nearly two years’ worth of strange pictures — and I need to have a quick poll just to see if it’s getting old, and my Readers would prefer that we Move On (to what, I don’t know).
Tell me how you feel, in Comments or by email.