A Football Fantasy

Suppose that, instead of the traditional blimp circling the stadium providing aerial views of the football game, instead you had a Predator drone prowling above. Broadcasters could marvel at the quality and detail of the pictures, and discount the fact that the picture contained a crosshair. “Why, you can count the fillings of their teeth!”

For halftime, small Toyota pickup trucks, called ‘technicals’ the world over, would be brought out on the field to serve as targets for the Predator. For authenticity actors dressed as terrorists would be riding in the trucks carrying AK-47s. We could then demonstrate the swiftness and accuracy of the strikes.

Any craters that could not be leveled by the end of halftime would serve as natural hazards a la golf for the second half of the game.

What could go wrong?

N.B. In cities with particularly rowdy fans such as Philadelphia and Oakland the Predators could serve as crowd control.

Pictures from this year- and a little background on one…

Buzzfeed has put up a really nice selection of beautiful and in some cases heart-wrenching photographs from the last year. Here are some I liked:

A Syrian refugee boy points a plastic toy pistol at a man in a Mickey Mouse costume on the first day of Eid al-Adha at a park in Beirut.

I’m sure one of the signs of a failed society is when your children point a gun at Mickey…

A Tibetan exile runs through a street during a protest against the upcoming visit of Chinese President Hu Jintao.

A scene from a land being stolen and a people being slowly exterminated. Somehow not sexy enough to make the news much- I guess we need that Chinese stuff too badly.

A Palestinian girl tries to punch an Israeli soldier during a protest against the expansion of the nearby Jewish settlement of Halamish.

(as always, click pics to embiggen, they’re worth it)

Just another day outside of Gaza- actually, maybe more of ‘just another day’ than you might think. American Digest linked this video which somehow casts that image in a wholly different light:

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Pictures can lie, and also deceive. It all depends on your agenda, and some agendas are more obvious than others. Dang devious Jews.

Gawd love the Brits

It appears that not everyone is totally enamored with the creeping socialism afflicting Great Britain, and resistance against it can take some, er, charming forms. First, a little background from S. Weasel:

The Brits are a contradictory lot. In some ways, privacy obsessed. In others, right up in each others’ bidness.

Take the Planning Notice. If you want to make changes to your property, you have to file an application. That info then goes into the local paper, and on a printed notice, which is stuck up on a light pole or something near the scene of the proposed change. And then your neighbors can complain about it and try to get it blocked, if they like.

It’s more intrusive than building permits in the States. You see Planning Notices for things like replacing a broken gate or changing the sign over a shop. And the process applies to rural areas, too. I’m not entirely agin’ it — a lot of the charm of this charming place we live depends on keeping things just exactly the way they are forever — but it does make my libertarian bone itch.

So a right creative fella decides to have a bit of fun with it-

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More of his efforts are documented here. Passive resistance at its best.

All politics, all the time

Watched a football game on NBC last night- a pretty good one, as a matter of fact. I genuinely like the game broadcasters (Al Michaels and Cris Collinsworth), they often make a mediocre game enjoyable. Then again, last night, we had Bob Costas. I won’t quote him or link what he said. I will admit he caused me to become somewhat perturbed and I used harsh language. There’s a pic circulating all over the ‘net that pretty much sums up my thoughts on this:

Nicole Simpson could not be reached for comment.

America the Beautiful

From Kuriositas:

The Grand Circle is a stunning, immense expanse of land located in the South-western United States. It encompasses parts of five states – Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, Utah and Nevada. Not surprisingly it also holds the largest concentration of national parks and monuments in the country. It takes in Arches National Park, Monument Valley, Bryce Canyon, Zion, Antelope Canyon, the Grand Canyon, Horseshoe Bend, Mesa Verde, Natural Bridges, Canyonlands, and Grand Staircase-Escalante.

Breathtaking.

Bad tactical decisions, part XXXIII

You know, there are some things a normal human with a decent self-preservation instinct just doesn’t do- poke a nest of pit vipers with a stick, confront a man with a gun when you have none, or mess with a bunch of bikers while they’re partying. Apparently this group didn’t get that memo:

Johnstown, PA (GlossyNews) – Local and state police scoured the hills outside rural Johnstown, Pennsylvania, after reports of three animal rights activists going missing after attempting to protest the wearing of leather at a large motorcycle gang rally this weekend. Two others, previously reported missing, were discovered by fast food workers “duct taped inside fast food restaurant dumpsters,” according to police officials.

“Something just went wrong,” said a still visibly shaken organizer of the protest. “Something just went horribly, horribly, wrong.”The organizer said a group of concerned animal rights activists, “growing tired of throwing fake blood and shouting profanities at older women wearing leather or fur coats,” decided to protest the annual motorcycle club event “in a hope to show them our outrage at their wanton use of leather in their clothing and motor bike seats.”

Things did not go well for them.

“They peed on me!!!” charged one activist. “They grabbed me, said I looked like I was French, started calling me ‘La Trene’ and duct taped me to a tree so they could pee on me all day!”

Still others claimed they were forced to eat hamburgers and hot dogs under duress. Those who resisted were allegedly held down while several bikers “farted on their heads.”

The bikers, however, claimed there was no conflict-

“That’s preposterous,”said one high-ranking member of the biker organizing committee. “We were having a party, and these people showed up and were very rude to us. They threw things at us, called us names, and tried to ruin the entire event. So, what did we do? We invited them to the party!

What could be more friendly than that? You know, just because we are all members of motorcycle clubs does not mean we do not care about inclusiveness.”

As to the alleged ‘mistreatment’-

When confronted with the allegations of force-feeding the activist’s meat, using them as ad hoc latrines, leaving them incapacitated in fast food restaurant dumpsters, and ‘farting on their heads,’ the organizer declined to comment in detail. “That’s just our secret hand shake,” assured the organizer.

We report- you decide.

via Adam Baldwin (@adamsbaldwin) on Twitter

Oh, oh, oh ouch

Bob Owens gives voice to all us racist, slopeheaded, white Southron wimmin’- hatin’ bigots, In the nicest way:

Hello. My name is Bob, and I’m a racist.

I know this because the editorial board of the Washington Post said so.

While I’m too young to have used water cannons on civil rights protesters, and couldn’t tell you where the local Klan meets (or if there even is one), I have this troubling problem of perspective. It is my inconvenient belief that a cabinet official with a high-level security clearance — the same access to much of the information provided to the CIA director — should avail herself of the same facts known to the rest of the cabinet, especially if she is going to be discussing a specific issue with the television press on a series of national television programs.

It gets better:

I guess I should consider myself fortunate to have even appeared on their radar as an anthropological experiment, being a white, southern, public university graduate. It is not something of which the Post editorial board approves.

The Post editorial board, you see, is a thing of rare beauty and diversity.

Harvard-educated Fred Hiatt has been with the paper since 1981, as has Harvard-educated Lee Hockstader, Harvard-educated Stephen Stromberg, Harvard-educated Charles Lane, and Harvard-educated Opinions editor Marisa Bellack.

Yale-educated Jackson Diehl and Ruth Marcus are the Ivy League “outsiders.” Jo-Ann Armao, another white liberal, comes from the University of Buffalo, along with progressive cartoonist Tom Toles. Jonathan Capehart, the sole African-American on the board, shares the same diversity of thought as his colleagues. His difference from his peers is literally skin-deep, his individual editorials interchangeable with those of his peers in terms of view and substance.

There are no westerners, southerners, or Midwesterners on the Post editorial board, nor are there any libertarians, Republicans, or conservatives.

Read it all here. As Glenn says, “And because of this, they still don’t appreciate how much they damaged their brand with a single editorial.”

And while you’re at it, please take a moment to remember those brave men who died for their country in Benghazi. You do remember Benghazi, right? Right?

On the scales, at the end

Your Tony Woodlief thought for the day:

But the thing is, none of us will heave his corpse, in that last day, onto the same scale. You have the life that has unfolded for you, and I the life that has unfolded for me, and all of us have a very simple and terrifying responsibility, which is simply to answer the question, as Victor Frankl would say, that our lives are asking us. You wake up each day or night and you answer your life’s question. You answer it in cold truth or in warm love or with a craven lie, but you answer it all the same, because only you can answer it, and whether the charming genius with the beautiful Anthropologie watch could answer it better than you is no matter, because he has his own question to answer and it is very, very different than yours, and likely you should thank God it is his question to answer and not yours, because who among us can know, in the dread dark of night, the terror that presses down upon another man’s chest?

I do well to handle my own.

In reference to the previous post

They’re mad as hell and not taking it any more:

Complaints About Turkey Attacks On The Rise In Brookline

BROOKLINE (CBS) – Neighbors are on the offensive in Brookline after what some residents are describing as aggressive turkeys.

“They were attacking the vehicle,” Karen Halvorson said outside her home in the Aspinwall Hill neighborhood.

After getting in her truck, a neighbor came and ran the birds off but it didn’t stop there.

“Then, the turkeys came and started attacking my front door,” she said.

A second run-in came a few weeks ago as she walked nearby.

“I looked back and three of them charged me,” she explained.

She moved to the center of the street to avoid the animals, but it wasn’t enough.

“The turkey flew in my face and scratched my neck,” she said.

Halvorson refuses to give up her walks so she has taken precautions.

“I went down to the hiking store and I got a hiking stick with a big ball on top of it. I walk with it all the time and now I never go without my phone,” she said.

At different spots near the Halvorson house, Karen’s husband cut piles of sticks. Those, too, are for protection.

“At least we can throw a stick at them and run into the house,” said Halvorson.

Aggressive turkeys are a nationwide problem, but not in the particular way that Brookline is suffering.