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I heard that Florida legislators recently voted to make Daylight Saving Time permanent. I say hallelujah. Let’s all do that.
If you think about it, the best crops are all now grown indoors anyway.
The Oxford Comma is the last comma before the final item in a list, for instance: dogs, cats, birds, and fish. The comma before “and fish” is the Oxford Comma.
Now in modern American English, use of the Oxford Comma has been denigrated, meaning that it’s optional in most cases. I personally tend to eliminate it unless doing so would render the sentence harder to understand.
A dairy in Maine will now have to pay $5 million in back overtime wages because of a missing Oxford Comma in a state law, which stipulates that workers are exempt from overtime when in the process of “…marketing, storing, packing for shipment or distribution of” products.
The workers argued in their lawsuit that, though they distributed, they did no “packing,” and therefore they were not exempt.
Judge David Barron agreed, writing at the beginning of his 29-page ruling: “For want of a comma, we have this case.”
The state has now remedied the law by using semicolons throughout the list.
Canada, which this year purged its national anthem to make it gender-less, is now leading the charge toward political correctness.
You may have seen the video in which Prime Minister Justin Trudeau corrects a young woman who uses the word “mankind” and advises her to use “peoplekind” instead “’cause it’s more inclusive.”
The woman — and the audience — agreed with smiles and cheers.
When his own nation turned on him for the comment, a week later Trudeau said it was all “a dumb joke.”
“Dumb” I agree with, and “joke” seems to apply to the office of the current prime minister of Canada.
This Jan. 31, you’ll be able to experience something that hasn’t happened in 150 years — a Super Blue Blood Moon.
“Which is?” you ask.
A Supermoon occurs when the orb is closest to the earth. A Blue Moon transpires when a Supermoon occurs a second time in the same month.
As for Blood, that indicates the Blue Moon is being accompanied by a total lunar eclipse.
The last such occurrence was in 1866, and there won’t be another until 2047. So this Jan. 31 is an optimal time to take in a rare Super Blue Blood Moon.
The eclipse will reach totality at 5:29 a.m. PST / 8:29 a.m EST, giving the Moon an eerie red appearance.
This is simply a post to generate comments. Remember, I monitor everything, so no hate, stupidity, useless rants, four-letter words, ad nauseum, will be approved. Be rational, at ease and make sense, whatever your belief is. Thank you.
Do you believe the Left and their puppets in the Media are carrying out 1984-cum-Animal Farm?
Watch the video with NRA spokesperson Dana Loesch.
You gotta love a public servant with the savoir faire to be famous for this saying: “Be polite, be professional, but have a plan to kill everyone you meet.”
Meet James “Mad Dog” Mattis, the four-star retired general whom Donald Trump has chosen to be his secretary of defense, God, Hillary and Harry Reid permitting.
(Oops, I almost forgot, but for years the latter two were the first. Nietzsche has finally been proven correct: “God is dead.” Long live the Deplorables, me included.)
I assume Mad Dog means his “kill everyone” aphorism both literally and figuratively. Kind of like “take no prisoners.”
While we’re at it, let’s play “Taps” for political correctness. Long may it rest in the dustbin of history.
Goodbye, and many would say good riddance, to Jeb Bush and Hillary Clinton, victims of billionaire groper (if you follow the liberal media’s assessment of his only qualities) Donald J. Trump, who’s now been elevated to the exalted position they both craved for reasons that made no sense to anyone but themselves and their cronies.
The thing that struck me the most was that neither sounded the least bit presidential until they were forced to throw in the towel at Trump’s hands.
Jeb, of course, was dubbed “low energy” by Trump, and he went out of his way to live up to the moniker throughout his $100-million primary campaign.
Hillary (or Billary, as the result would have been) didn’t have to do much after 30 years in the public eye to prove Trump’s characterization of her as “crooked.” But one would’ve expected her to at least put forth a reason to get elected president other than she a) wasn’t Trump and b) would be the first female president.
Jeb, of course, like Hillary, failed to produce a single valid reason, other than (again) not being Trump, for voters to elect him.
Oh, but I almost forgot the most important point: They both suffered from the notion of noblesse oblige — “Folks, this office is mine by dint of Royal Birth.”
Then came the relief, and realization, of defeat: Both Low Energy and Crooked One finally sounded presidential when it no longer mattered: for Jeb, when his overpriced primary bid came crashing down, and for Hillary when the electoral college said “only New York and California want you.”
See and hear for yourself:
Had those two people shown up when it mattered, one of them might now be president-elect.
I understand that the word disabled could have a sort of pejorative connotation, which is why we in the U.S. have come up with alternate expressions, such as physically challenged.
However, while I was recently watching TV news from India (as in the place on the Asian Subcontinent), a scrolling headline referred to an airline passenger who was differently abled and was provided a wheelchair upon arrival. (Not sure what the news angle was here.)
I can see our coming up with different expressions to avoid pigeonholing or denigrating people, but the whole political correctness nonsense in the U.S. is aimed at silencing anybody who disagrees with the liberal media and the liberal power merchants in Washington, D.C. and elsewhere.
Whatever his other virtues or egregious faults may be, Donald Trump would be a great president in terms of ending our nationwide PC madness (i.e., censorship), even if he does nuke Denmark, as Ted Cruz has warned.
I literally stumbled upon Riverside’s 21st annual Dickens Festival while I was downtown for a BLT and IPA (both yummy).
The festival is replete with costumed Dickensian characters and stagings of scenes from Dickens’ many works.
The festival covers about three blocks of booths, food, fun and camaraderie. If you’re anywhere near Riverside, I highly recommend that you “hie” yourself to the city before 5 p.m. Sunday (Feb. 23).
I’m right now attempting to buy tickets to the event’s Tea Time Tasties and Show with Mr. Treacle.