Monsters Among Us

Presented without comment because, honestly, I don’t know what to say:


Abortion is largely accepted even for reasons that do not have anything to do with the fetus’ health. By showing that (1) both fetuses and newborns do not have the same moral status as actual persons, (2) the fact that both are potential persons is morally irrelevant and (3) adoption is not always in the best interest of actual people, the authors argue that what we call ‘after-birth abortion’ (killing a newborn) should be permissible in all the cases where abortion is, including cases where the newborn is not disabled.

Even the Jefferson quote I usually use in situations like this seems woefully inadequate.

Monday Bridal Shower Open Comments

Well, I’ve returned from my journey to Vernon.. Future son-in-law hails from this town, and we spent a lot of time with him and his family. Aggie Beau and Lovely took us on a tour of the town. AB showed us the guar manufacturing plant, where he says most of the guar production in this country comes from. He said guar bean is so stringy and is mostly cellulose, it’s not much use for anything else. It’s a good thing that the gum is so useful, else it’d be a pretty useless plant.

We also visited his cousin’s house and I was able to make new friend – his 3 year old son, “Billy”. We all went out to see the baby goats in their pen – I might put up some pics later, if I get a chance. They were cute. And yes, I know they’re called “kids”. “Baby goat” is more fun to say. And I wouldn’t want to confuse the audience on where “Billy” and his baby sister were kept. “Billy” and I didn’t bond much until they came over to AB’s house, where I was able to read a book to him. I don’t read as much as re-enact the stories, and he learned how to roll around when the main character did, and make a tent over his head with his hands. After that, we were golden.

I was up late Thursday night, taking care of stuff, and so Friday morning we got a late start. It was about nine hours’ driving up there, and Handsome helped with some of it so I could close my eyes for a bit. Friday and Saturday night I was just unable to go to sleep. By Sunday morning, I was dragging, and Handsome again drove for several hours to help me out. I finally got some sleep last night. It wasn’t totally uninterrupted, but when I slept, I slept hard. I’m still behind on my rest, but at least I’m functional.

There was a lot of wind. I remembered wind from out trip to Lubbock last year, but until you experience it, you forget what a strong, constant wind can feel like. They are still behind on their rainfall, so I’m sure the wind doesn’t help any.

The bridal shower went well. “Billy” wanted help, and a second kid, “Joshua” wanted to help, too, so I focused my efforts on feeding the gifts one at a time to the young boys, who carried them to Lovely and Aggie Beau so that they could open them, then taking the unwrapped gifts and restacking them on the table. The two boys were also in charge of putting the wrapping paper in a trash bag. The couple accumulated much in the way of household goods, and the boys did a good job. For most of the time. “Billy’s” attention span was finally reached, and he began taking the paper out of the trash bag and throwing himself into the pile. Kids!

I met a lot of really nice people. Grandpa Willy is a hoot, and all of the relatives were fun to hang out with. Aggie Beau’s mom was a great hostess. As tired as I was, the company and the schedule kept me going.

Weekend Miracle On Toast Open Comments

We’ve seen many “miracles” that present themselves in various foods. This very week, Elvis appeared in a rasher of bacon.

Jesus has appeared in many forms in/on many media. On a grilled cheese (I can’t imagine Jesus appearing on one of those microwave-toaster blasphemes).

On a pancake.

On a tortilla.

On a chip.

There have been many other visages that have appeared on various foodstuffs over the years. The most recent example of someone’s countenance appearing on a foodstuff of which I am aware is this one.

It’s a miracle!

PS – thanks you-know-who!

Friday Pleistoscene Plant Open Comments

30,000 years ago, a ground squirrel buried a piece of fruit for later. And must have forgotten where he left it.

On the frozen edge of the Kolyma River in northeastern Siberia, in an ancient pantry harboring seeds and other stores, an Arctic ground squirrel burrowed into the dirt and buried a small, dark fruit from a flowering plant. The squirrel’s prize quickly froze in the cold ground and was preserved in permafrost, waiting to grow into a fully fledged flowering plant until it was unearthed again. After 30,000 years, it finally was. Scientists in Russia have now regenerated this Pleistocene plant, transplanting it into a pot in the lab. A year later, it grew forth and bore fruit.

Monday Cradle Of Democracy Open Comments

Recent developments in the Cradle Of Democracy continue to disturb. We find that the Germans are finally growing weary of throwing good money after bad at a bunch of ingrates who don’t seem to understand that something that can’t go on forever won’t.

Greeks have taken to the streets in protest, trying to get their slice of the pie before it evaporates.

Just so we realize the Germans aren’t all a bunch of heartless machines, there are some who have a morsel of sympathy. But not too much.