Saturday, December 15, 2018
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Police Funeral, for a Cop who was killed 102 years ago
Wednesday, June 08, 2016
The Stanford Rape Case
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Tobacco and Indians
Tax exempt tobacco leads to organized crime on Indian reserves, especially in Ontario and Quebec, where reserves extend across the international boundary.
This benefit needs to be replaced by a cash allowance equivalent to the tax paid on cigarette consumption by the average smoker. Then Indians can decide if they want to damage their bodies with nicotine, or spend the money on something healthier.
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
Waterboarding Your Cat
Water boarding has been in the news lately, but it has been well known to the American Army ever since the Spanish American War of 1898 left the USA ruling a lot of truculent people in the Philippines. Simulated drowning, called the "water cure", was used to force potential terrorists to give up information. It continues to be used today, for ostensibly the same purpose. The justification for using water boarding was that it was a means to an end which justified the practice.
It is for those same reasons that I advocate water boarding domestic cats for the purpose of administering pills. The cat in the picture has been medicated several times with the water board technique (AKA the Gestapo Method), and this has enabled him to recover from fights with large rats which infest our neighborhood. The procedure is as follows:
1. Position pill and dish of water with spoon on table beside chair.
2 . Sit down on chair with cat wrapped in towel.
3. Hold cat upside down in lap and force jaws open with fingers of left hand.
4. Drop pill in back of throat and follow with a spoonful of water, while holding cat in position upside down with jaws forced open. Cat must swallow or drown.
5. Take advantage of the moment to interrogate kitty about any feline crimes or plots that have not been uncovered.
6. Hold the cat and pet it for a while after administering the pill. NEVER let the cat think that it escaped from you and somehow won!
Labels: cats, terrorism, veterinary medicine
Friday, January 14, 2011
Cowboys in Uniform
But Russell didn't do any of those things, and I think I know the reason: Sgt Russell was angry and he decided to kill Mr Kachkar. By shooting from in front of the truck, he could claim he was being attacked by a man with a deadly weapon. He got that right! The part that didn't work out was he missed, 3 times, slipped on the snow and got squashed. A bit later, other police boxed the plow truck in so it couldn't move or hurt anyone else. And then they shot Mr Kachkar, apparently purely for revenge, and he is fighting for his life in the hospital. If he survives, our legal system is going to try to lock him up for the next 25 years at a cost to taxpayers of over $100,000 a year.
The entire problem might have been prevented by better mental health services. If not, the rampage could have been limited to property damage, except for the bloodthirsty approach of trigger happy cowboys in uniform.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Handsome and Horny, Northern Pintail
Any duck this good looking ought to be content with the ladies who naturally fall for his charms, right? Not the Northern Pintail, about whom, National Audubon Society Field Guide to North American Birds says,"Male Northern Pintails are aggressive, often forcing their attentions on females of other species." Seems kind of like the handsomest man in town breaking into the zoo and molesting the purple-assed baboons!
I Finally Got A Mud Hen
Now that I am an old coot, I am confessing something from a long time ago: When I first got a .22 rifle, I took it to the pond on our farm and shot at anything that moved. I soon discovered that the American Coots always seemed to dive just as I pulled the trigger. After a great waste of ammunition, and the happy survival of the coots, I returned to the house in tears, wailing to my Mother that I couldn't hit the mud hens. Mother was quietly on the side of the coots, since we didn't consider them fit to eat and there was no reason to kill them.
I wish I could show her that, more than 50 years later, I finally got one!
Labels: American Coot