Sunday Music: Lovergirl

Today's choice is from the funkiest white girl singing R&B in the '80s, at 28 years old here, and already on her sixth studio album. She wrote this, played it, danced it, and sang it, taking it all the way to #4 in 1984.

Choices Have Consequences

h/t OddJob

Nota bene Warsaw is not on that list.

Demographics is destiny.

Either Europe throws them out en masse, and without pity.

Or they become the Turd World.

There's no middle.

(No points for guessing how that works out for the 50M overbreeding invaders, from all points of the compass, already here in the U.S. DHS reports that over 2M have self-deported since January 2025. So only 48M to go...)

Sunday Music: A Little More Love

Between her movie success coming from Grease, and the blockbuster album Physical, ONJ put out Totally Hot, and this sultry single from it, which peaked at #3 in 1978, hinted at the shift from soft pop to a harder rocking image, and the volcanic explosion that was to come on her next solo album, which kicked the doors open on the 1980s. She wasn't accidentally one of the best-selling artists of all time.

Just A Small Reminder...

Sunday Music: Nobody Does It Better

 

This masterwork was a classic in 1977 just by being a Marvin Hamlisch work performed by Carly Simon. Dropping it in as the title piece to a James Bond flick, after the single-most awesome opening stunt in Bond history, just added booster rockets to the launch. It peaked at #2 on the Billboard Hot 100 charts that year, and was Simon's longest-charting song.

Um, Sorry, But No. Not Even Close.

 

This is one potential question on the NCLEX, the national licensure exam for RNs.
Asking this to a CNA is like asking your dog to do calculus.
With an abacus. Blindfolded.
It's as wrong as two boys f**king.
For any RN, it's a lay-up. An easy shot.
Follow up questions:
Why is this rhythm important?
What should the (actual) nurse do next?
Answers at the bottom.

For whatever reason, Angus is under the severely-misled misimpression that a CNA with a one-month classroom and clinical certificate (total, all-in) is functionally identical to an RN with two to four years of upper-division college education and a nationally recognized license.

He states the difference between a CNA and an RN is "Not much."

A CNA is a 60 hour course, and less than 3 weeks' supervised clinical training. In CA.

Florida CNAs need even less than that. (Color me shocked.)

An RN, by contrast, is a two- to four year degree program leading to national licensure, including more clinical hands-on hours in any month than CNAs require for their entire certificate. (Florida RN licensure may be less rigorous, IDK, but that's why an RN from CA, NY, or IL can work in all 50 states, and nurses from the Gulf Coast belt can generally not get hired anywhere else without extensive testing and additional classes unless they go to similarly low-educated states. Mississippi nurses right out of school, for example, can generally not go out-of-state to anywhere else. That's not for nothing.)

Apparently we really have to go into why one of these things is not like the other one.

Starting with CNA's having a state-specific certificate, not a professional license recognized in 50 states and seven territories.

This is the difference between a vet tech, and an actual vet.

One of those cleans animal cages, and the other one diagnoses animal illness.

That's why a CNA (an expired-certificate CNA to boot) passing herself off as an RN is committing criminal malpractice.

A CNA has exactly zero training, experience, or competence in assessing patients, absolutely none in pharmacology, nor in pathophysiology, gerontology, obstetrics, pre- and post-op surgical care, pediatrics, psychology, critical care, or about a million other things large and small that even a new grad RN walks out the door with from school before they can pass their boards. 

A CNA literally lacks the knowledge of about a dozen 800-page nursing textbooks, whereas to get a CNA certificate, if you don't put your shoes and socks on in that order, you'll likely pass the class. The number of CNAs anywhere who could take and pass the NCLEX without years of study is going to be 0.000%, nationwide, since ever, even one with 25 years of floor experience behind them.

A CNA literally doesn't know what she/he doesn't know, any more than the guy who sweeps out the hangars at Boeing is a qualified aeronautical engineer. (As recent unqualified DIE hires at Boeing have demonstrated, in case anyone was watching.)

It's that big a difference, and anyone - family or not - telling someone otherwise with a straight face is talking out their other end.

And by "early on", apparently Angus is referring to 150 years ago, when even doctors had less actual medical knowledge than a modern EMT possesses. Yeah, things have changed a wee bit in nursing since Florence Nightingale got the ball rolling in the Crimea. Which is why CNA is a few weeks of night school, and not a college degree plus 3-12 months of directly-supervised clinical hands-on experience that an RN license requires. (CA requires 500 hours, minimum. My program was closer to 1300 hours.)

Putting it gently, Angus kind of stepped in it with both feet.

A CNA takes vital signs (with a machine that does 90% of the work), helps change dirty diapers and linens, and walks patients to the bathroom. That about exhausts their entire clinical skill set, and many of them are hard-pressed to be barely competent at any of that. Like I-didn't-realize-that-a-pulse-of-180-should-be-immediately-flagged-to-the-nurse/doctor barely competent. I've only seen that one - or one like it - about a thousand times in 25 years.

That skill set was covered my first week of nursing school, and they expanded on that to quite a degree over several years. Almost like one was a dead-end entry-level cert, and the other was a bona fide medical profession.

I don't know why anyone would lead someone to believe it was otherwise, but anyone so informed has been rather egregiously misled.

In Angus' experience wheelhouse, on the skillset continuum, it's the difference between a tank loader 5 minutes out of school at Ft. Benning (it still makes me shudder that it's not at Ft. Knox any more), and a SFC with 16 years in Armor who's the Tank Commander. (In point of fact, that loader got more - and better - training at his 19K MOS in 8 weeks at Ft. Benning than most CNAs get in school. EVER.)

*(Answer: C. V-tach. It's important because if it's pulseless V-tach, the patient is in cardiac arrest, and the nurse should get the defibrillator and zap that patient pronto while calling "CODE BLUE" loud enough for everyone within earshot to hear and respond to. Total amount of time CNAs get educated and trained to know and do this: Never. Period. 

Whereas for an RN, any RN, it should be automatic. Anyone who sincerely thinks the difference between a CNA and an RN is "not much" should let their grade-school-aged kids take out their appendix or gallbladder with kitchen utensils, and get back to us on how well that worked out. That's what expecting a CNA to be an RN is like.)

*** ADDENDUM ***:

If you came here, read this, and then ran over to dogpile Angus at his blog, please stop. (If anyone this applies to didn't read follow-ups there, that speaks for itself.)

1) Like most blogs (including this one) comments are moderated, meaning rude and obnoxious rejoinders disappear into the ether. Just like here.

2) Take the time to note Angus' multiple replies and amplifications on the original topic (and a couple of spicy ripostes for people doing it wrong. It's clear that what came out in his first post wasn't precisely what he meant to say, i.e. that CNAs doing CNA tasks do them as well as RNs. (We have no argument whatsoever with that contention, though we do wish it had been phrased better originally.) And that some jobs require far more licensure than the tasks that make up the job entail. We absolutely agree with him on that point as well, and we have no doubt some idiot managers over-mandate licensure levels a given job at hand doesn't require, in a phenomenon not limited to the medical arts.

3) That doesn't mean that the wingnut deliberately perpetrating a professional fraud in the OP deserves a pass (she deserves to get hammered into the ground, in fact) but it does illustrate that whoever classified that job as one requiring an RN license grossly over-stated the necessary qualifications to excel at it. Why anyone running a business would be as stupid as to do that in the first place is beyond explanation, but then so is demanding an RN license, and then performing no due diligence to ensure that anyone considered for the position actually possessed one. Stupid is as stupid does.

I got the clarification of what he intended by his second post on the topic. There have been at least two more since that, for a total of four, not counting the pointed reminders that going to his blog (or anybody else's, in nearly every case) to storm in and crap on the carpet will never see the light of day. The list of blogs on the internet where even being right, if you're a right dick about it, will get your missives discarded, is long, and distinguished. This should not be news to anyone.

FFS, I agree with Angus on many important things (guns, the military, and most current events, to name but three) more than even he thinks, even if we're not carbon copies of each other. What a boring internet that would be. And if you're going to disagree with anyone online who's worth the trouble, do it within the bounds of decorum. You'll get more flies with sugar than with vinegar.

If that's too much to ask of anyone, I don't want to know you.

Still Can't Find Them Anywhere...

But hey, look! RUSSIA!
World's Biggest Nothingburger!

CDC Releases Updated List...

Sunday Music: Slip Slidin' Away

 

Today's pick is a Top Five hit from 1977 by quintessential American singer/songwriter Paul Simon. Dedicated to the patient with no quality of life, made a DNR, but kept alive by his family probably out of guilt, long past the time they should have just let go, told him they loved him, and whispered into his ear "Walk towards the light...". There's nothing less fun than watching your patient's blood pressure slide down and circle the drain, without quite bottoming out, and then the family panics, and decides at the last minute they want you to do everything short of actual CPR. For some reason, couldn't get this song out of my head all night.

Sydney Sweeney Replies

Word to your mother: Fat is the new fat.

Profound Retardation: Still A Thing

 h/t WRSA

Link to Ima Retard's site at the OP.

Life Is Hard.

It's Harder When You're A Fucking Retard.

Write that on your hand with a Sharpie, lest ye forget.

But let's grant the retarded premise, to illustrate the magnitude of retardation in play here, and the dearth of IQ points behind it.

So, for this to be anything but fever dreams of the insane, we'll just admit that literally millions of pilots have been in on this scheme since the first high-altitude aircraft, like for example the B-17, first flew. Every single one of them, who of course went on to become jet air transport pilots after WW2, along with millions of never-military civilian pilots, first officers, and flight engineers.

All in on the plot.

And all those millions of A&P mechanics, who never spilled the beans.

The engineers who snuck giant chemical tanks onto every aircraft. Hundreds of thousands of them, at companies like McDonnell, Douglas, Boeing, Lockheed, etc. All the people who built the tanks and installed them, along with the spray apparatus. In 100 other countries too.

Then there are the millions of people at hundreds of airports for decades and decades, dutifully filling those tanks at every airport all over the country. The guys who trucked in the chemtrail chemicals, every single day and night.

The guys who designed the chemtrail dispersal systems, and the guys who maintain them 24/7/365.

And not just the drivers who deliver the chemicals, but everyone at all the companies that make them, since ever, dear little retard.

Literally tens of millions of people who service this vast conspiracy, since the first contrails were discovered by flying at altitude, back in the 1930s.

And no one uttered a peep of confirmation, until our intrepid retard single-handedly cracked the case, aided and abetted by a second-grade dropout's misunderstanding of science, held by both the author of this piece of codswallop, and of course, ostensibly, by legendary scientific soopergenius RFKJr hisownself.

Yup, you cracked the case from your mom's basement, after legions of happy internet fucktards tried and failed.

In the words of Dr. Evil:

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

Dear Internet Chemtrail Fucktards:

A little Science 101 for ya.

When you combust C(x)H(x)O(x), you get two byproducts, Every. Single. Time.

CO2, and H2O.

And by this barely-understood phenomenon, when H2O escapes as the byproduct of combustion, at altitude, where temperatures are less than 32° F., the water vapor makes this amazing and seldom-found item in nature called ICE.

Usually as crystals, blasted out by the ton, from any combustion engine on a high-flying airplane.

Which make condensation trails ("contrails", numbnuts, not "chemtrails").

Which even dumbfuck high-school dropout flight crew on B-17s could understand in the 1930s and 1940s, before Common Core became the norm for misleading gullible idiot children into thinking basic chemistry was a vast plot to poison the country.

So to anyone to whom this all is news, kindly grow another two or three dozen IQ points to get your chin above the "moron" line, and STFU until you do.

It's embarrassing to have to kick the retards, but sometimes, it's the only way to break the ground circuit when they're peeing on the electric fence. Again.

Word to your mother: Goddamned fetal-alcohol syndrome lead-paint-chip chewing retards on the internet are not a substitute for actual brains, to the same degree that shit is not either, for those who never knew that.

It's actually a slam on the entire species to have to point this out to some people. Please, stop living up to everyone's expectations of the internet.

And while we're up: throw away the tooth under your pillow. The Tooth Fairy isn't coming, since your mommy died, so no more quarters will be forthcoming. Someone had to tell you.

Hilarity Ensues

No, really.

Sunday Music: At The End Of The Line

 Number 63 hit from 1988 supergroup The Travelling Wilburys. Still a great cut nearly 40 years later, though sadly Roy Orbison, George Harrison, and Tom Petty have all reached the end of the line, and only Bob Dylan and Jeff Lynne remain with us.

Maybe You Two Could, Y'know...Talk?

I'm Just Gonna Put This Out There

Absolutely no points for guessing how I know this to be true.

When you either start reading stories about people on passing vessels (canoes, steamboats, etc.) getting nailed from shore, or boba fights erupting in food venues, and those food items suddenly disappear from the menu overnight, I want it known I have no involvement whatsoever in any aspect of that.

Rule 34, for example, says that if it exists, there's porn of it.

Rule 1 says that if you invent it, humanity will weaponize it in about 2 seconds.

(If you have any doubts about that, ask Abel about why his brother Cain was carrying that rock.)

I think Rule 1 is now in play.

You heard it here first.

YMMV.

Sunday Music - I'd Really Love To See You Tonight

 

England Dan (Dan Seals) and John Ford Coley's easy listening hit from May 1976 that went to #2 in the U.S.

Total Number Of Prosecutions Of Any Of Them To Date: ZERO

 h/t WRSA

What you ordered was a real DoJ.
What you got was the Fuckup Fairies.

Never Missing An Opportunity To Miss An Opportunity

In Bob Iger's continuing quest to completely assassinate any vestige of Walt Disney's original vision for the company which bears his name, comes this latest abortion, delivered like a turd on a platter on the 70th anniversary of Disneyland.

As you can see at a glance the animatronic that was supposed to blow people away was instead blown out of someone's ass. Frankly, we look more like Walt than this monstrosity.

It certainly looks like someone, in all fairness.

The leading online opinion at the moment is Mike Lindell, selling My Pillow.

Personally, we think it to be closest to the illegitimate love child of Tom Hanks, looking nothing like Walt either in Saving Mr. Banks,

and Martin Short after being stung by a bee in Pure Luck:

In any event, we're almost certain Disney Inc. hired Stevie Wonder to sculpt this head, and other than looking absolutely nothing like the man it's intended to portray, it's just great, as any sewage-swilling Disneycorp butt-smootcher's blog or vlog will confirm for you.

A test of their honesty in reviewing this disasterpiece, i.e. their willingness to tell you the Emperor's Invisible Clothes look terrific instead of bemoan his nakedness is the acid test of their reliability, or a confirmation of their utter toadie status.

Disney Inc. only had 59 years to get something like this right, and getting it this wrong is inexplicable, given the plethora of pictures of the actual man in the corporation going back to 100 years ago, other than assuming this bastardization was entirely deliberate, as everything the current company stands for literally hates everything Walt Disney stood for, to the point of foisting this horrible caricature of him on the public, even despite the strenuous objections of his immediate surviving family.

I can only say, having seen the monster, that the family knows when they're being shat upon by the current regime, and nothing else explains why, when they only had one job here, they screwed the pooch so hard, it will never walk straight again, and probably needs to be put down out of mercy.

The kindest honest thing I've read about this...thing...is an earnest thanks they didn't make him a black female lesbian. Celebrate Crappy.

No matter how much you hate the company that Disney Inc. has become, you simply don't hate them enough.

Blondi's On A Roll

Because The FBI Would Never Lie About A Thing Like That

"800 Pound Gorilla To The White Courtesy Phone..."

DOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!

This Is How History Repeats Itself

Redacted White House press release:
"No one who's on Epstein's client list cares about Epstein."

Sunday Music: Criminal

 

One-hit wonder Fiona Apple's fifteen minutes of fame from 1997, providing her with a #21 hit and the first of three Grammys, along with her first and last moments of actual commercial success, boosted in no small part by this video that played in heavy MTV rotation, back when the channel actually played music videos. Dedicated today to the entire current Department of Justice, from the top down.

Getting History Right The Second Time Around

Dallas police officers rush Oswald to hospital moments after he swallowed poison.
Unfortunately, he died within minutes by his own hand.

Call The Pope - It's Another Miracle!

"It's the damnedest thing! Even the Autopen has an alibi."

 

Correction To The Clarification Of The Update To The Misquote

Apparently, his head just spontaneously exploded. How unlucky.

Product Announcement

h/t Angus McThag

Commit to the comedy.

SiG Arms: Damned if they do, damned if they don't.

If they don't pull it, hails of derisive laughter from the gun community.

If they do pull it, a legion of ambulance-chasing shysters with lawsuits in their hands.

I say they should simply admit to the obvious, and commit to the comedy.

Regardless, it's sad. I own some of their products, but not the 320 180.

It's always unfortunate when the best engineering minds drop an Edsel.

These Aren't The Droids You're Looking For

The Farce can have a strong impact on the weak-minded.

FIFY

h/t WRSA

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight...

"The greatest vexation with communism was not the intricate
cleverness of the lies, but rather their ham-fisted clumsiness,
 which would insult the intelligence of a child or a simpleton,
and their endless repetition coerced by those in charge."

Sunday Music: Watching The Wheels

 

Number 10 hit release from March 1981, released three months after John Lennon's death, and six months after he'd celebrated his 40th birthday.

"It's To Boost Productivity"

h/t daily timewaster

Another Myth-tery Solved

 h/t 19th Ward Chicago

So it wasn't until Evita Castro-Peron struck out on her own, after growing up in Upper Whitebread, and then graduating with an econ degree from Boston U., that she couldn't make a living as anything more than a bartender in the Bronx. She's from the Bronx like Obozo is from Hawaii. Another lying carpetbagger Democrat. Color me shocked!

Scratch an entitled rich brat with delusions of grandeur, and you'll find another communist.

Sunday Music: You Shook Me All Night Long

 

Dedicated to the pilots and ground crew of the 13th Bomb Squadron, in honor of their literally blockbusting magnum opus on their recent Southwest Asia field trip, comes this AC/DC Top 40 6x Platinum hit from 1980.

Sunny and Clear, With No Nukes Inbound

Ah, what a week.

Despite all the bad wishes and doom porn expended all over the blogosphere, no nukes are falling anywhere, and a lot of folks expecting the worst are really butthurt about that.

Even more folks got their white hoods and robes out of mothballs, and got them all wrinkled and dirty, for nothing.

Israel is satisfied Iran's nuke precursors are destroyed, to the point they agreed to stop bombing the Iranian f**ks back to the 6th century.

We're satisfied of that too, because we've seen the craters we put into their facilities.

Iran is convinced their nuke program is toast, to the point they agreed to stop dropping missile payloads on their favorite JOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooS!!!

People are so discombobulated by Trump ending a war with one phone call, they've forgotten to tell us that Russia's still winning after a mere 1219 days, and counting. Final Victory: Any Day Now™, just like for the previous 1218 days. At this rate, just imagine how much harder they'll be winning on Day 2000! Or 5000!

That's pretty conclusive evidence that 7 B-2s and a couple of SSNs with Tomahawks and a case of the ass, can end a war in about an hour, or your pizza is free.

But cheer up, pessimists: The Democommunists are only behind in either house of Congress by a few seats, and Dopey Joe still oversaw a few trillion dollars' worth of dollars printed three shifts a day, seven days a week, for pretty much four solid years.

So relax, secure in the knowledge that sooner or later, something huge will eventually shit the bed, and make all your apocalyptic fantasies come true, and you won't have all that stuff stocked up for nothing.

Things can always get worse.

Government's only happy when it's fucking things up massively, and our government is catering the biggest Happiness Party ever imagined, to a metaphysical certainty.

It's just not That Day. Yet.

That's Gonna Leave A Mark

h/t Conservative Treehouse

In a 6-3 ruling (of The Sane Ones vs. Three Crazy Cat Ladies On Crack), SCOTUS has issued a blanket nationwide injunction on local Crazy Cat Ladies on the federal bench issuing blanket nationwide injunctions.

It should be called the STFU And Sit Your Stupid Ass Down ruling, as that is the clear intent, and the main effect will be to force crazy Democommunist appointees with fulminant TDS to stop seeking the headlines, and go back to deciding those boring cases that have the federal docket backed up about three presidents' worth.

The only pity here is that SCOTUS' latest ruling didn't come with complimentary tazer shots to the neck, and a ceremonial ass-kicking all the way to 30 days in the public stocks for the transgressors.

But at least a judicial dick-punch from SCOTUS has career implications.

Be A Man Among Men

"Opening available now!"

Trump 14, Poo Flinging Monkeys 0

"When you're in a hole, stop digging."
"Never pass up a good opportunity to shut up." - Will Rogers

Memo To Baby Ducks

Some of us remember "experts" telling us about how Iraq had "the world's sixth largest army", and how we needed "half a million body bags" for a ground war there.

And then watched the 72-Hour War finished up by two dozen A-10s on the Highway To Hell in an afternoon.

Take notes, shitheads. Clever readers may note certain trends.

Chances Iran stays smart, long-term: 0%, based on historical trends.

But them having the sense to quit while they're behind is a good sign that some learning has occurred this past week.

I Predict A Run On Midol And Tampons From Certain Websites...

Suck it, bitchez.

And Trump adds about another 30,000 scalps to the pile, from people that opposed him and got their asses handed to them.

And he did that in a weekend.

You'd think folks would have learned a lesson by now.

Calm Down! Get Ahold Of Yourself!

It's okay, stewardess, they speak Jive...

Lying With Half-Truths

 h/t WRSA

Today's unattributed soopergenius Biff Tannen Award-winner is the upper left panel of this work of Half-Assed Half-Wittery On Parade, which we have helpfully amended for your illumination.

You could look it up! FFS, this is even on Wikiretardica.

This is before we point out that the US spends $18.6Billion per day on itself, so that means Israel gets $1/person/day (and the US gets no oil embargoes nor gasoline selling for $7/gallon in return for that), and the US spends $54.79 per person/per day on its own citizens, including billions and billions annually squandered on Common Core education and healthcare for the shiftless lazy fucks of the nation, all paid for by the less-than-half of the US that actually works for a living, so fuck off with that "we're so neglected by our own government" commie bullshit, you innumerate and illiterate total jackass. Pull up your pants, spin your hat around, get a haircut, and get a job, and stop whining about other people. Or else move to Israel, and take a chance on a homemade rocket or an MRBM up the ass every day for 30 years. Give a holler when you can buy college and healthcare there (or anywhere) for $1/day, while you're up, as if that was ever possible. So, you can't even lie well with what you do put up.

And as usual, when you deliberately lie by only telling part of the truth, your meme smacks its face into the pavement like a passenger dropping out of an Air Pinochet helicopter ride.

We congratulate another bravely Anonymous Shit For Brains memester for another award-winning meme equivalent of LZ Hindenburg, and commend the earnest dipshit who created it to go back to school, and take another shot at the second grade, probably after getting rid of the Klan hood and robes.

It must be hell to own a computer, still have a mid-70s IQ, and put that mental prowess on display for the whole world to see, like walking around with no pants all day, completely oblivious to the breeze twixt your knees, and spewing half a wit as if it were a whole truth.

Rush Week

Another pledge is initiated into Yu Fuckded Upda

If Cats Had Thumbs...

 ...they could rule the world.

I don't care who you are, you probably need to see this today.

And Tom Cruise should see it, and maybe take home a little humility.

Sunday Music: Like A Rolling Stone

Released in July of 1965, barely four months into what would balloon into Mr. Johnson's War, in the heart of the civil rights movement, this epic 6-minute monster transitioned Bob Dylan from folk musician into rock star, and lit up a generation, rocketing to Number 2, and taking a place among the greatest songs of the century. Listen close, folks. This isn't just Dylan's mid-60s bluesy bile as the fantasy of Camelot morphed into napalming jungles. "When you got nothin' you got nothin' to lose." The song's message isn't over yet. You are seeing, and will see, this material again. "How does it feel?"

Another Biff Tannen Award Winner!

h/t WRSA

As proof of yesterday's post, we bring you today's Biff Tannen Award winner, and repeat a lesson some people are too stupid to know they're too stupid to know.

Comedy, by which we mean successful comedy, requires two things:

1) It must be funny.

2) It must be true.

When you bring neither, but try anyways, you're just the clown from the Volkswagen who kicks himself in his own ass, and falls flat on his face.

Comedy may happen at that point, but only at your own expense, because you're just a public jackass.

Much like the too-chickenshit-to-sign-it creator of today's ass-tastic meme-fail, by the galactically stupid.

When you resort to building a straw man to get to your punchline, you're about as unfunny as SNL and David Letterman for the last 10 years of Trump Derangement Syndrome On Parade.

I.e., not one fucking bit.

This is what happens when you lie just to get a laugh from Other Stupid People, because the smart people are laughing at you, not with you. You're Alec Baldwin, yelling about how bad guns are, then shooting your own director and DP on your own movie. Which is hilarious to most people, just not the way you intended.

That's what happens when when you substitute the jackassically deceitful set-up of "Because They Have Nuclear Weapons" for the truthful and accurate set-up of "Because They're Trying To Develop Nuclear Weapons".

Which wee bit of bull's eye truth-telling sucks the funny right out of that self-ass-kicking meme, and makes you look like the jackass moron you are for lying about it when you created the original.

Well-played, Anonymous Shit-For-Brains.

This is what happens when you learned civics from a Common Core curriculum, and got your current events news from Tik-Tok.

(We'll leave out that you tried to make it look, with the American flag, like the U.S. was attacking Iran at all, when in fact the current war is solely Israel's doing, because too much actual geopolitical reality at once might explode your eggshell-thin understanding of the world as it is in such a big dose at one time.)

Own your award with pride, Biff, and you can pick up the picture documentation of it on any roll of TP at the nearest men's room. Right after you wipe. And stop trying to make memes until you do some pull-ups, and can get your IQ up above 70.

Thinking Is Hard

 

Imagine you were any of 90% of the Internet commentariat, and imagine you were a total idiot (but I repeat myself).

Irrevocable Truths:

1) Nations don't have friends, they have interests.

2) Israel has nuclear weapons. (50-100, give or take.)

3) Iran does not have any, yet. Despite trying for 40 years. (Exploding nuclear scientists and Stuxnet virus aren't coincidences, in case that thought never crossed your mind.)

4) Iran has missiles that will reach Israel, and if they get so much as one nuclear weapon, you'll know it just about the time the weather in Tel Aviv hits 1400° F.

So, knowing only those four things, does it make more sense (for the Common Core grads: "Is it in America's BEST INTERESTS...") to let things get to #4, knowing that thirty seconds after that, 50-100 nuclear weapons begin their journeys from Israel to every Arab capitol from Tripoli to Islamabad, to every oil field in the region, and every Islamic holy site, starting with Mecca and Medina, igniting a world wide jihad and a Crusade in response in milliseconds, and sending the worldwide price of oil to $5000/barrel by 2PM that day? Probably inducing Islamabad to launch all of theirs, which in turn prompts India to launch all of theirs? (We will leave aside how much this would affect the nuclear responses of China and Russia, which would then influence the nuclear responses of Britain, France, the United States, and possibly involve North Korea, or what that would all mean for the Northern Hemisphere for the next 100-1000 years, for the moment.) 

Or would the world be better served (and more importantly, "Be In America's BEST INTERESTS...") if Tehran and Persian culture were returned to that delightful time when most of the country was lit by fat lamps, fed on goat meat and date cakes, and most of the population travelled by camel between desert oases?

Pick one or the other.

Show all work.

Given the choice between a world without Israel, or a world without Iran as it is now constituted, with all that each choice would necessarily entail, I vote for Iran returning to the stone age.

For but one example of the proposition, consider how marvelously a gentle nudge from civilization improved Japan's interactions with the world circa mid 1945-present, and moderated what had been centuries of militant religious fanaticism and xenophobia.

The UCMJ And His Commanding General Should Have A Word With Col. Jackass

People have been posting this news with outrage, but the sensible response should be loud cheering and the sound of popping champagne corks.

One can oppose Israel and its policies without descending into unbridled anti-Semitism and flagrantly gross insubordination. This jackass will be lucky to make it to retirement without a general court martial, and we yet live in hope that his CG convenes such. This happily relieved colonel's excretions were exactly such, and correctly recognized as that by his senior commanders, as well as being wholly incompatible with service at the highest and most sensitive levels of this (or any) administration's defense establishment. Huzzah.

Outside the restrictions of the UCMJ, well known and studiously ignored by Colonel Jackass, one may hold and express such rabid Jew hatred freely, but they should understand that to most people, the halo of froth around one's mouth is generally off-puting.

We wish former colonel Nathan Bedford Forrest our best wishes in his future (and happily) non-military endeavors, and our final hope is that his separation from military service comes from his last duty assignment, somewhere involved with the mess and maintenance operations of McMurdo Sound, Antarctica, until his inevitable separation from military service, unless the Pentagon finds both a spine and the command determination to bust him to private and saddle him with a farewell BCD or Dishonorable Discharge after a few months in the Military Correctional Facility in Leavenworth, KS, which he so richly deserves, thus zeroing out his future retirement and medical benefits.

Shitheads gonna shithead, but the military is no place to subsidize such shitheadery.

We hope he wears the boot prints on his ass a long, long time after his pending, inevitable, and richly-deserved separation from service.

Weather News You Can Use

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Quite The Poser There...

This is almost as big a mystery as why commercial music
folded when it went to all-rap, all the time

FIFY

 h/t  Rhea, WRSA

Gell-Mann Amnesia in full effect.

"But hark, what light through yonder window breaks..."

FIFY

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Israel, while never admitting it, is largely acknowledged to have possessed nuclear weapons for 50 years or so. To date, they've never used one, and haven't provably even tested one.

By contrast, you'll know the day Iran gets one, because it will go off at the head of an Iranian-launched missile headed for Tel Aviv. Which reasonably enough, Israel's government considers unacceptable.

To this point, the only thing they've done wrong is to not nuke Tehran proactively. And maybe a few more cities in Iran, just to make the point unmistakable. They may yet do so, and would be no more despised if they did so than they are now, and yet they restrain that response, rather than risk a wider, and perhaps inevitably global, nuclear conflict.

And every time they spank Iran, a dozen Arab nations, and the governments thereof, hand Israel cash, prizes, and sincere thanks, backchannel or under the table, because they want a nuclear Iran even less than Israel does.

Iran has been the bleeding ass sore of the Middle East since 1979.

We should have been flying Arc Light rounders to their cities from Diego Garcia hourly for the last 50 years, but we've been too chickenshit to man up and do what's both deserved, and long past necessary.

Israel lacked the ability to do what they did yesterday as anything but one-way suicide missions, until they were sold US KC-135 tanker aircraft during Obozo's administration.

Israel can't wait until after there's a mushroom cloud overhead to act. It's an existential luxury, and asinine to expect it of them. So Wikileaks should either STFU, or quit the charade by just putting on a pointed white hood, and get their true feelings out in the open.

They could be that stupid once, but to stay this stupid perpetually is the calculated and deliberate act of someone maliciously hoping they could see all of Israel smoked under a rain of nuclear destruction, partly as wishcasting, and secondarily as a shout out of affirmation to their fellow mouth-breathers worldwide.

Like the internet was short of that at any point since it started existing.

20-Dimensional chess move: while Trump's hands are clean in Israel's strike, one consequence of it now has Iran cutting off drone sales to Russia, because they need them to attack Israel. So in one move Israel has cut the Houthi terror pipeline, yet again severely crimped Iran's nuclear ambitions (as if exploding nuclear scientists and Stuxnet viruses weren't enough), and taken some heat off Ukraine - supposedly by accident.

That's what diplomats and the E-ring at the Pentagon call a hat trick.

Sunday Music: Good Vibrations

 

There was no way we could know the week we picked Kokomo as Sunday Music would be the same one in which Brian Wilson passed away a few days later. But it's definitely the reason we're putting this classic up as today's choice the Sunday after that, having also been written and produced by Wilson, with lyrics by fellow Beach Boy Mike Love, after becoming the longest and costliest studio track in production history to that point in time. After taking most of 1966 to nail down, it was released in October of 1966, and became the Beach Boys' third ever #1 hit by December of that year, spending seven weeks at the top of the charts, and eventually becoming one of the most influential singles of all time after double platinum status.

Some Thoughts On AI

h/t Wilder

Regarding JW's essays on AI, we offer the following:

Reality Check:

AI doesn't think, it aggregates, which only mimics thinking.

It doesn't learn, it merely aggregates and averages, over time.

Think of it this way: AI brings you water out of your pool.

The problem is, you, your neighbors, and everyone you know is pissing and crapping in your pool every day.

Because it doesn't think, it aggregates, so AI keeps pumping the product out of your pool and delivering it as drinking water. And that's the best versions of AI.

And every day on the internet, more neighbors from farther away come to your pool to relieve themselves.

Bottoms up, friends.

AI doesn't screen out bad info. It doesn't, for example, take every smiling jackass who thinks chemtrails are a conspiracy theory, and sh*tcan their input, and only accept info from people that have even a grade-school understanding that the products of hydrocarbon combustion are CO2 and H2O, since ever, and that the H2O contrails at altitude is nothing but the ice crystals of that water vapor flash-frozen at 35,000 feet, like we've seen since we flew B-17s, FFS.

This is the reason AI can't screen the poo and pee out of that swimming pool. It just adds them to the mix it considers, and averages them out.

So take any comment section from anywhere, on any topic, and realize that on its best day, AI is giving you the input of the 51st percentile of IQ there, multiplied by how many idiots post that level of discourse.

Which is why, 0.2 seconds after AI is turned loose on any topic, you can expect that it will sound like someone with kneejerk "Joooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosss! Run for your lives! They're everywhere!!!" to a level generally and formerly found only on Stormfront websites.

AI has no BS filter.

And any BS filter constructed will be nothing but the manifestation of the biases of the programmer(s).

So it's always going to be ten pounds of sh*t in a five pound bag, no matter what anyone wishes.

It will replace, and sound smarter than, the people at about the 60th percentile of IQ.

That's 103, bog-middle of average.

But it will be dumber than f**k compared to anyone at the 70th or better.

IOW, compared to AI, an Army 2d Lt. outperforms it, 24/7/365, because they have to have a 110 IQ.

So AI will make the 80 IQ crowd obsolete, except as ditch-diggers, because AI can't do manual labor.

(Until Skynet makes robots it controls.)

You can teach it to play chess, and beat you, but it can't think its way out of a pyramid of crap any better than a sh*thouse rat trapped in an outhouse cesspit.

This is therefore only a problem for the people on the internet who think sh*t is a substitute for brains. (I could name any number of examples you all know, who post incessant crap, but I won't embarrass them any further than their bloviations have already done.)

It's a threat to the left half of the IQ bell curve.

To anyone 1/2 an inch beyond the peak middle on a 20-foot IQ bell curve, AI is, and always will be, a joke.

And the only way to change that is an AI aggregation pool that's only people with IQs at least two standard deviations above the mean (about 130), which is less than 3% of the population. Three deviations (145) is less than 0.5% of the whole planet.

That would be an AI where all your neighbors pee and poo in their own toilets, instead of your pool.

One idiot in the mix, and it's Caddyshack, and AI is Carl Spackler eating a Baby Ruth out of the pool, every single time. Except it won't be a Baby Ruth, 99.9% of the time.

And there will never be enough smart people posting within AI's aggregation pool to overcome the number of thoroughgoing jackasses spewing bullshit by the metric fuckton, every time they fire up their keyboards, which is why most blogs and websites worth reading eventually have to moderate comments, just to keep the sanitation level tolerable.

It's also why ABCNNBCBS and print urinalists, substituting equally dipsh*t editors for AI, have become unreliable and intolerable piles of raw sewage, 24/7/365.

Because at the end of the day, AI isn't Artificial Intelligence. 

(Artificial Intelligence is an oxymoron.)

It's Artificial Stupidity, with a thin patina of the genuine article.

Which only fools people for whom indoor plumbing and electric lighting seem like witchcraft.

QED