Creepy homophobic totalitarian Louie Gohmert is concerned about humans being able to repopulate in the event of a species-threatening event.
Thanks, Louie, but maybe you should engage your thinky bits before you try getting all sciency.
From Hojukan Dojo on Facebook:
When I was a kid I often got various forms of food poisoning (due to my habit of eating wild fruit and buying not-very-well-refrigerated ham sandwiches from street vendors) so I had a lot of experience at throwing up, hurling, chundering, blowing chunks, and otherwise making the bucket ring.
Politics is probably the dominant field of surrealist comedy, since economics tends to be a bit less accessible for the common audience.
In 1973 René Viénet produced a delightful feature-length movie “Can Dialectics Break Bricks” in which he (and others) did voiceovers on a bad martial arts movie.
I was in Boots this morning and they were offering an anti-snoring ring for only $60. It looked like a pinky ring. A fairly ordinary one. In fact, you are supposed to wear it on your pinky.
Supporters of “remain” at a ‘brexit’ rally.
In 2009 I visited Saudi Arabia for some work, and while I was there I experienced two absolutely wonderful concoctions. The first was a blood orange juice and strawberry smoothie with a bit of salt in it. The second was a mint lemonade. When I got home I did some testing, went through a bunch of lemons, sugar, and vodka, and finally reverse engineered this recipe.
Since Oligarchy Day (July 4th) is coming up, perhaps some of you might enjoy it.
We all have heard about H.B. 1523, which is a legislative fewmet that has been widely panned for doing what it’s obviously intended to do – allow people with “deeply held religious beliefs or moral convictions” to refuse service that violates those convictions. Widely interpreted as aimed at the LGBT, because it is, it then goes on to list agencies and services – DJs, adoption agencies, wedding cake makers, etc. that can be denied with impunity. That’s what most of us know, but there’s more…
Epicurus muttered, “None of this affects me at all,” excused himself, and slipped out the back door practically unnoticed. That left the table unbalanced. On one side were the ancient worlders: Plato and Aristotle, heads together in deep discussion, and Socrates, who appeared to be gently questioning Miletus while Sextus Empiricus studiously withheld judgement on the proceedings.