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Thursday, September 13, 2012
Monday, October 17, 2011
On the way home from work today, I stopped at the supermarket to pick up a few groceries. While I was waiting to use one of the self-check-out machines, I witnessed a young woman at one of the machines shoplift a few items. And I just stood by and watched.
What she did was, after she had paid for her items and picked up her bag, she added a few additional, unpaid-for items to the bag. She did it very casually—no nervous looking about to see if anyone was watching. I'm sure she's done it before, and I'm sure she'll do it again. Maybe one day she'll get caught, maybe not.
Now if I had seen this same young woman pick someone's pocket, I'm sure I would have said something. Robbing an unsuspecting individual seems like a different sort of offense. But watching her steal from the store, I found myself wondering if it was really my place to inject myself into the situation. I mean, that's what they have security cameras and employees for, right? If their security isn't up to snuff, somebody will certainly be robbing them. And how do I know that she really didn't pay for those items?
Thusly I rationalized my non-interventionist policy.
p.s. Nobody knows who first said or wrote the thing about good men's inaction leading to the triumph of evil.
Friday, August 12, 2011
- Pitcher in the Millet
- Shortstop in the Barley
- First Baseman in the Winter Wheat
- Utility Infielder in the Flax
- Third Base Coach in the Triticale
- Umpire in the Oats
- Bat Boy in the Amaranth
Sunday, August 07, 2011
A partial list of things which, as a result of disinterest so profound it borders on the hostile, I hereby publicly express an unwillingness to give:
- a hoot
- a fig
- a dang
- a darn
- a damn
- a tinker's cuss
- a crap
- a good God damn
- a shit
- a rat's ass
- a fuck1
1: neither the flying variety nor the more common flightless variety shall be given
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
I'm sitting alone in a dark room, with not a stitch of clothing on me, singing, playing the piano and sipping malt whiskey. At least, that's what I was doing before I decided to come share the experience with you, the Internet.
Friday, May 20, 2011
My colleague the Giant Mutant Cockroach has made a stunning insight into Newt Gingrich's behavior.
What if Newt Gingrich is so outside our comprehension, that only if you understand inter-dimensional slime leeches from Galaxy 12 can you begin to piece together his actions?
I believe that is the most accurate, predictive model for his behavior.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Frankly, I don't care if some TSA screener wants to feel me up or scan my body contours before I get on a plane. Not because I feel these procedures are in any way necessary or helpful in preventing acts of terrorism; on the contrary, I think these procedures are an enormous waste of time and money. It's just that I don't care. Grope and peep away. I can see how others might not feel the same way, and I sympathize, but personally I just don't give a shit. If they are going to touch my junk, though, I would hope they would at least have the common courtesy to provide a "happy ending."
I understand there's a movement brewing to protest these procedures by having people opt out en masse. I'd like to see the protest go the other way. Let's make the full body scanners irrelevant. What's the minimum amount of clothing you can wear in an airport without getting arrested for indecent exposure? I'd love to see a protest involving thousands of people of all ages and body types going through security wearing nothing but teeny bikinis and banana hammocks. If the TSA employees knew that going to work every day would involve seeing grandma in nothing but a thong and pasties and grandpa bedecked in a budgie smuggler, how long would it be before they went on strike?