In short: the Australian government passed a law saying that you can’t go wandering about the Parliament House with your face covered up. But of course, this offended Certain People who branded it an evil horrible Burka Ban. Western governments being the seats of bravery that they are, the Aussie-gov relented… specifically for the Niqab. So… three guys show up. One wearing a full burka & niqab, one with a motorcycle helmet and one in full KKK regalia, including pointy mask-hat. Hijinks ensue.
Or maybe it was meth.
So, the Very Worst Southern Stereotype, a kind of character who, if he appeared in a movie or TV show would be decried as an unrealistic and unreasonable redneck caricature, goes the the Dallas-Fort Worth airport. There, he spotted a guy waiting in line who had the temerity to wear a pink shirt, which Mr. Stereotype decided meant that he was a homosexual. Mr. Stereotype then proceeded to berate Pink Shirt Guy… and eventually struck and kicked him. The satisfying part of the whole thing is that Mr. Stereotype was *promptly* taken down by a number of the surrounding civilians… including Mr. Cowboy Hat Guy, and, as it turns out, *another* guy wearing a pink shirt (who appears to have suffered an ankle injury in the process). The commentary at the end of the video is refreshingly wise for a YouTube video taken mere moments after the event.
After he gets taken down, Mr. Stereotype gets dealt with by a couple of quite professional *black* police officers… who let Mr. Stereotype yammer on and on and dig his legal hole deeper and deeper.
I suggested previously that one of the early symptoms of Ebola seems to be stupid behavior that would risk spreadign the virus. Well, we got another case in the US today… and the evidence suggests that my little theory continues to be valid. Attend:
Dr. Craig Spenser recently (Oct. 17) returned from West Africa, where he treated people with Ebola.
Tuesday he started feeling unwell.
So Wednesday he hopped a New York City taxi and went bowling (you know, exercising in public, sweating, flinging said sweat around, wearing communal shoes…)
And today he came down with a serious fever and was diagnosed with Ebola.
Now, keep in mind that there is probably no cause for alarm. My issue here is with health care professionals who should really be particularly cautious going and behaving like fricken’ MORONS.
If you have worked with live Ebola, how hard is it, really, to stay out of high-population-density areas for three weeks? Sure, sure, the virus isn’t easily transmittable via normal means before the serious symptoms kick in. But prior to that time, you still have the virus floating through your blood. And is it possible that your fluids could get splattered around via non-plaguey means? Like, say, a traffic accident? A mugging? Simply tripping and falling and scraping yourself on concrete?
If you’ve worked with Ebola… take yourself a three-week staycation. How hard is that to accept?
So while plugging through the Word-to-Kindle process, I absentmindedly turned on the radio just to have some background noise. And by the time I realized that it was “Coast to Coast AM” with Alex Jones as the guest, I was busy working, and it was too much bother to get back up and turn it off. And so I wound up hearing stupid, stupid things. Things that gave me a sad. Thing like claims that the WTC were brought down with directed energy weapons. And that Ebola is a Bilderberger Group plot to take over the world. And that WTC Bldg 7 was intentionally imploded. And other drivel that makes me sad for the species to know that not only are there people so messed up as to dream this nonsense up, but that there’s a vast market of people ready willing and able to believe them.
It seems that one “Martin Couture-Rouleau,” who became “radicalized” and changed his name to Ahmad, ran down two Canadian soldiers who were walking along a road near a shopping area in Quebec, killing one. The Surt worshipper then led the police on a chase and was shot dead, which is the only good part of the story.
More details and photos here:
And the hits keep coming:
A teacher visited Dallas, attended a conference *ten* *miles* from Dallas Presbyterian Hospital, and has been put on 21 days suspension because some parents freaked out. The cool thing for the teach? It’s a *paid* suspension. A three week staycation, away from the horrible little brats with the nightmarish helicopter parents.
A Pulitzer Prize-winning photojournalist for the Washington Post, who photographed Ebola victims in Liberia in September, was disinvited from a photojournalism workshop at Syracuse University even though he showed no signs of the disease for 21 days after his return to the United States. On Thursday, a woman flying on an American Airlines flight from Dallas-Fort Worth to Chicago vomited in the airplane, and was subsequently locked in a bathroom by flight staff. In Hazelhurst, Mississippi, a crowd of parents pulled their middle school students from class Friday after learning that the school’s principal recently had traveled to attend a family funeral in Zambia, which is in southern Africa and about 3,000 miles from the outbreak in West Africa.
Collating the data would be a chore, but I’d be interested in seeing what the Venn diagrams look like of “people who are freaking out about Ebola” and “people who think that vaccinations cause autism” and “people who think that alternative medicine isn’t nonsense” and “people who think evolution is a myth.”
There’s being cautious, and then there’s freaking out. A bit too much of the latter going on these days.
On the one hand, there is a good, rational case to be made for not freaking out, for not panicking, for maintaining a rational outlook. On the other hand, there is a good case to be made for caution. But Ebola seems to make people ignore both of these. And it seems to be making people *stupid.* For example:
Thomas Duncan*knew* he had been in contact with Ebola, yet thought it’d be a good idea to fly halfway across the planet.
Nurse Amber Vinson, who worked with known Ebola victim Thomas Duncan, decided to hop *two* jetliners and fly across the country.
A worker at the same hospital who “may have” handled Ebola samples thought it’d be a good idea to hop on board a *cruise* *ship* and has now been quarantined in the Caribbean.
It’s almost as if one of the symptoms of Ebola is an unaccountable urge to travel and spread the virus.
But at least now President Obama has selected an “Ebola Czar” to deal with the issue. Who? One “Ron Klain,” someone not immediately familiar. So who is this guy? What are his medical credentials? Well, fortunately he has a Wikipedia page:
Ronald A. “Ron” Klain is an American lawyer and political operative best known for serving as Chief of Staff to two Vice Presidents – Al Gore (1995–1999) and Joseph Biden (2009–2011). He is an influential Democratic Party insider. Earlier in his career, he was a law clerk for Supreme Court Justice Byron White during the Court’s 1987 and 1988 Terms and worked on Capitol Hill, where he was Chief Counsel to the Senate Judiciary Committee during the Clarence Thomas Supreme Court nomination. He was portrayed by Kevin Spacey in the HBO film Recount depicting the tumult of the 2000 presidential election.
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Homeopathy, for those who don’t know, is a form of magical thinking that masquerades as medicine. The idea, if you can call it that, is this: water magically absorbs the healing properties of drugs that have been added to it and, importantly, *remembers* those powers no matter how dilute the solution. And, apparently, the diluted water is *better* than the medicine itself.
Rarely described by homeopathic apologists is why a bucket of water remembers aspirin, but not that sewage treatment plant that it passed through.
But hey, if you believe that diluting medicine so far that it is statistically likely that not a single molecule of the stuff remains in a gallon of water, then you’ll love…
The normal game of Battleship is played on a board whose initial ratio of ship to water is 17:100. But here they’ve diluted the warships by jacking up the size of the board, using the homeopathic measurement of 6C (a dilution of 10 to the power of -12). In order to do this, there are columns A through J, and rows 1 through 100000000000. Have fun!