Via Insty, I read yet another one of Larry Correia’s inspired rants (go thou and read it too, yea even before thou readest further in this here Blogge), but this did catch my eye:
As a former accountant, please allow me to explain why all of today’s newly formed tax experts are fucking morons, and we should metaphorically put a brick in a sock and beat them over the head with it until they shut up.
Far be it for me to gainsay anything that the Mighty Correia has said, but even a half-brick in a sock will only yield a couple of whacks before the sock frays and breaks. (And yes, I know he said “metaphorically”, but I’m a literal kinda guy.)
For sustained head-whacking with enhanced hosiery, I suggest a good old Idaho potato, the fresher the better. When the potato starts getting mushy with use (which takes a surprisingly long time), it’s a matter of a moment to replace it with a fresh one.
And if the local supermarket is closed and a potato is not to hand, gravel or beach sand will work equally well, especially if dampened before half-filling the sock. And if all else fails, take a D battery out of your MagLite, and insert into the Sock Of Doom. (The D is the optimal size — larger will break the sock, smaller doesn’t achieve the proper velocity or momentum.)
Don’t ask me how I know all this. We can discuss at some other time whether your Easton Marlowe is better than Calvin Klein, or whether dress socks are a better fit [sic] for purpose than athletic ones.
No need to thank me, it’s all part of the service.