And from the Classics Department:
On with the regular programming:
And speaking of our beloved educators:
And one last admonition (I assume for female students):
Homework? I think so.
Category: Funny Stuff
Almost Righteous
Executive summary: This miserable scrote decided (for reasons now only known to himself) to go on a little extemporaneous murder of anyone who happened to be within range of his gun, ending up with three dead victims and over half a dozen badly-wounded ones.
He may well have gone on to greater things, but being that this was in Idaho, there happened to be an armed citizen in the immediate area, who jumped out of his car and popped off a shot or two in the scumbag’s general direction. Said scumbag, alarmed that he might himself be shot and hearing police sirens in the distance, saved Our Hero the cost of an extra bullet and society of legal costs by just wasting [sic] himself.
Had Our Hero’s aim been true, this would have been Righteous, but he missed, hence the title of this post.
Lesson learned: you never know when a little trip to get a burger — even at an In-N-Out in Idaho — might put you in the proximity of scum like the above, so whatever the reason, if your trip is a short one always carry your frigging gun.
And, of course, in Vulcan’s name: practice, practice, practice.
Afterthought: We should ban In-N-Out Burger restaurants. After all, if it saves just ONE life…
Monday Funnies
Our Classical Thought for the day:
So let’s try a little humor, then.
And before we race off into another week, some speedbumps:
Monday Funnies
And from the Classics:
Still on last Saturday’s post about voters rolls:
Now back to the usual fare (“funny” instead of “angry”):
And speaking of which:
And on that same, still-popular theme of old times, good times:
Now sail off into the week…
3 Things
…that were predicted around the first half of the 20th century:
Oh, how everyone laughed at the utter ridiculousness.
Respect
And about time, too. Apparently, some old guy took offense at a younger man’s refusal to stand up during the national anthem at Wrigley Field, and when the little asshole refused to get to his feet, Our Hero gave him a quick clip to the back of the head.
Yeah, yeah, First Amendment rights were violated etc. etc. I don’t care, and nor should anyone else.
Lesson for the punk kid. If you didn’t want to stand during the anthem’s singing — and I’ll leave it to y’all to judge the quality of the performance thereof, a topic for another time — all you had to do was stay out of the stadium (e.g. while buying a beer and/or hot dog) and not be a dick.
As for Our Hero: good on you, Gramps. We need a lot more of this activity, because FFS somebody’s got to do it.
Note: the smack on the head got the little shit to stand up, and nobody in the immediate area came to his defense either. Which is also as it should be.