Something's Rotten

By now the whole world, even pre-historic headhunting tribes in the Amazon basin, must have heard of

The woman caught on video dumping a cat in a trash bin in Coventry, England

AKA: ” ‘That’ Woman From Coventry” (sung to the tune of My Woman From Tokyo by Deep Purple.) Yes, I’m showing my age and utter lack of taste in music.

I love cats. So idiocy like this tends to spin me up a wall.

Such a waste of a good cat! People are starving in Pakistan and she throws a perfectly good kitteh in the trash bin! What was she thinking?

I love cats. I just can’t eat a whole one!

I still don’t know who Eva Mendes is, but it is an entertaining sex tape.

H/T: Drew at BMEWS

This one’s a tear-jerker.

H/T The Jawa Report

H/T OldCatMan

OCM quotes the article without giving a link. I found a link to an article covering this event here. But go to OCM’s blog. He’s got interesting audio/visual coverage.

Elizabeth Gomez , a mother of three from Medford, said she was told by a Y employee to leave the baby-sitting area of the North Suburban YMCA after starting to breast-feed her three-month old son earlier this week.

“She said there is no eating or drinking within the (babysitting) area,” Gomez, 36, said in an interview Thursday. “She told me I had to go out into the hallway . . . I said ‘I have a lawful right to be here.”

I’m… well, not sure if ‘appalled’ is the right word. ‘Flabbergasted’? Yeah, I’m flabbergasted that:

A) anyone would use that against a breast-feeding mother. This was the baby-sitting area. Would it have been okay to give a baby a bottle? Rules against eating and drinking target unwrapped food and open beverages for sanitary reasons. I’ve never heard such rules used against baby bottles or, in this case, breasts.

B) “I have a lawful right to be here.” True and sad. Massachusetts actually had to pass a law to allow women to breast-feed? That’s sad. Just because breasts have a secondary use as play toys for boys doesn’t mean there’s anything immoral about breast-feeding in a public place.

A state law protects mothers who breast-feed in public. It states that a mother, “may breastfeed her child in any public place which is open to . . . the general public,” and where the mother and child are lawfully present.

A spokeswoman for the Massachusetts Breastfeeding Coalition, which pushed for passage of the state law, said the Y incident is an example of how employers don’t understand the state law, which has been on the books since April, 2009.

“Breastfeeding is not the same as opening up a lunch box with apples, bananas, and crumbs that are going to fall onto the floor,” said Marsha Walker, a board member of the nonprofit coalition based in Weston. “Breastfeeding is nutrition, but it’s a little different because a mother has to provide it.”

Q.E.D. I’m not actually shilling for breast-feeding, but I do wish people wouldn’t go nuts over a natural mother-child interaction.

The so-called President of the United States skipped the 100th anniversary of the Boy Scouts of America to make an appearance on a daytime hen-party called ‘The View’. During this appearance he coined the new term by which he will be known henceforth on this blog.

When asked about his background, which includes a black father and white mother, Obama said of African-Americans: “We are sort of a mongrel people.”

“I mean we’re all kinds of mixed up,” Obama said.

He’s now the First Mongrel™, aka FMOTUS.

I’m now on Book 3 of the Mallorean series–Demon Lord of Karanda. Our small party of heros and heroines have just taken out a group of Guardsmen at the border.

The three remaining Guardsmen began to fall back, trying to give themselves room to use their lances, but they seemed unaware that Garion was returning to the fray–from behind them.

As Chretienne thundered toward the unsuspecting trio, a sudden idea came to Garion. Quickly he turned his lance sideways so that its center rested just in front of his saddlebow and crashed into the backs of the Guardsmen.

The springy cedar pole swept all three of them out of their saddles and over the heads of their horses. Before they could stumble to their feet, Sadi, Feldegast, and Durnik were on them, and the fight ended as quickly as it had begun.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody use a lance that way before,” Silk said gaily to Garion.

“I just made it up,” Garion replied with an excited grin. “I’m sure that there are at least a half-dozen rules against it.”

“We probably shouldn’t mention it, then.”

“I won’t tell anybody if you don’t.”

Durnik was looking around critically. The ground was littered with Guardsmen who were either unconscious or groaning over assorted broken bones. Only the man Toth had poked in the stomach was still in his saddle, though he was doubled over, gasping for breath. Durnik rode up to him. “Excuse me,” he said politely, removed the poor fellow’s helmet, and then rapped him smartly on top of the head with the butt of his axe. The Guardsman’s eyes glazed, and he toppled limply out of the saddle.

Belgarath suddenly doubled over, howling with laughter. “Excuse me?” he demanded of the smith.

“There’s no need to be uncivil to people, Belgarath,” Durnik replied stiffly.

Well, exxcuusssse…meeee….! – Steve Martin

I’m rereading David Eddings Mallorean series. Currently on book two, King of the Murgos. Really has some hilarious passages. For instance: Sadi’s pet venomous snake is loose, again.

As Durnik and Toth pitched the tents, Garion and Eriond ranged out through the sodden willow thicket in search of firewood. It was difficult to find anything sufficiently dry to burn, and the effort of an hour yielded only enough twigs and small branches from under fallen trees to make a meager cook fire for Polgara. As she began to prepare their evening meal of beans and venison, Garion noted that Sadi was walking about their campsite, combing the ground with his eyes.

“This isn’t funny, dear,” he said quite firmly. “Now you come out this very minute.”

“What’s the matter?” Durnik asked him.

“Zith isn’t in her bottle,” Sadi replied, still searching.

Durnik rose from where he was sitting quite rapidly. “Are you sure?”

“She thinks it’s amusing to hide from me sometimes. Now, you come out immediately, you naughty snake.”

“You probably shouldn’t tell Silk,” Belgarath advised. “He’ll go directly into hysterics if he finds out that she’s loose.” The old man looked around. “Where is he, by the way?”

“He and Liselle went for a walk,” Eriond told him.

“In all this wet? Sometimes I wonder about him.”

Ce’Nedra came over and sat on the log beside Garion. He put his arm about her shoulders and drew her close to him. She snuggled down and sighed. “I wonder what Geran is doing tonight,” she said wistfully.

“Sleeping, probably.”

“He always looked so adorable when he was asleep.” She sighed again and then closed her eyes.

There was a crashing back in the willows, and Silk suddenly ran into the circle of firelight, his eyes very wide and his face deathly pale.

“What’s the matter?” Durnik exclaimed.

“She had that snake in her bodice!” Silk blurted.

“Who did?”

“Liselle!”

Polgara, holding a ladle in one hand, turned to regard the violently trembling little man with one raised eyebrow. “Tell me, Prince Kheldar,” she said in a cool voice, “exactly what were you doing in the Margravine Liselle’s bodice?”

Silk endured that steady gaze for a moment; then he actually began to blush furiously.

“Oh,” she said, “I see.” She turned back to her cooking.

“Progress just means bad things happen faster.”
— Granny Weatherwax (Witches Abroad)

Just a reminder of why we celebrate Easter.

I felt the need to shed the foulness that is Sen. Harry Reid, who claims to be LDS.

12 Behold, this is a choice land, and whatsoever nation shall possess it shall be free from bondage, and from captivity, and from all other nations under heaven, if they will but but serve the God of the land, who is Jesus Christ, who hath been manifested by the things which we have written. – Ether 2:12

“Yea, and Sen. Harry Reid did lead them carefully down to bondage and Hell.” – Book of Christopher

Anyway, Happy Easter.

Please spend a moment or two with your families and friends on the reason Easter is celebrated.