Showing posts with label abject stupidity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label abject stupidity. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Fulfilling prophesies
Oh irony, you never cease to be funny. Sometimes you're just tempting fate by wearing "Stupidity is not a crime" t-shirts out in public.
Monday, June 4, 2007
With a Little Help From My Discography
Judge quotes 42 Beatles song titles in issuing jail sentence. Convict brings it on himself when he originally recommended the court should just "Let it be" after spelling the band's name wrong.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
New links!
Both of these are from a cool new website, wallstreetfighter.com
Just a caution: some of the site's ads may be a bit NSFW.
Word of caution to the schoolkids: Before you choose C for all the answers, make sure its not a true or false test.
Also, a cool collection of rugs. I personally like the Space Invaders and Crime Scene ones.
Just a caution: some of the site's ads may be a bit NSFW.
Word of caution to the schoolkids: Before you choose C for all the answers, make sure its not a true or false test.
Also, a cool collection of rugs. I personally like the Space Invaders and Crime Scene ones.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Cowardly massacre victims?
Sigh. Stolen from Keith Olbermann, here's some thoughts from some right-wingers on the Virginia Tech massacre.
First, from Nathanael Blake, of HumanEvents.com:
College classrooms have scads of young men who are at their physical peak, and none of them seems to have done anything beyond ducking, running, and holding doors shut. Meanwhile, an old man hurled his body at the shooter to save others. Something is clearly wrong with the men in our culture. Among the first rules of manliness are fighting bad guys and protecting others: in a word, courage. And not a one of the healthy young fellows in the classrooms seems to have done that.
When Kip Kinkle opened fire in Thurston High School a few years back, he was taken down by students, led by one who was already wounded. Why didn’t that happen here?
And from John Derbyshire, of nationalreviewonline.com
As NRO's designated chickenhawk, let me be the one to ask: Where was the spirit of self-defense here? Setting aside the ludicrous campus ban on licensed conceals, why didn't anyone rush the guy? It's not like this was Rambo, hosing the place down with automatic weapons. He had two handguns for goodness' sake—one of them reportedly a .22.
At the very least, count the shots and jump him reloading or changing hands. Better yet, just jump him. Handguns aren't very accurate, even at close range. I shoot mine all the time at the range, and I still can't hit squat. I doubt this guy was any better than I am. And even if hit, a .22 needs to find something important to do real damage—your chances aren't bad.
Yes, yes, I know it's easy to say these things: but didn't the heroes of Flight 93 teach us anything? As the cliche goes—and like most cliches. It's true—none of us knows what he'd do in a dire situation like that. I hope, however, that if I thought I was going to die anyway, I'd at least take a run at the guy.
First, from Nathanael Blake, of HumanEvents.com:
College classrooms have scads of young men who are at their physical peak, and none of them seems to have done anything beyond ducking, running, and holding doors shut. Meanwhile, an old man hurled his body at the shooter to save others. Something is clearly wrong with the men in our culture. Among the first rules of manliness are fighting bad guys and protecting others: in a word, courage. And not a one of the healthy young fellows in the classrooms seems to have done that.
When Kip Kinkle opened fire in Thurston High School a few years back, he was taken down by students, led by one who was already wounded. Why didn’t that happen here?
And from John Derbyshire, of nationalreviewonline.com
As NRO's designated chickenhawk, let me be the one to ask: Where was the spirit of self-defense here? Setting aside the ludicrous campus ban on licensed conceals, why didn't anyone rush the guy? It's not like this was Rambo, hosing the place down with automatic weapons. He had two handguns for goodness' sake—one of them reportedly a .22.
At the very least, count the shots and jump him reloading or changing hands. Better yet, just jump him. Handguns aren't very accurate, even at close range. I shoot mine all the time at the range, and I still can't hit squat. I doubt this guy was any better than I am. And even if hit, a .22 needs to find something important to do real damage—your chances aren't bad.
Yes, yes, I know it's easy to say these things: but didn't the heroes of Flight 93 teach us anything? As the cliche goes—and like most cliches. It's true—none of us knows what he'd do in a dire situation like that. I hope, however, that if I thought I was going to die anyway, I'd at least take a run at the guy.
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