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We alleged adults are like children sometimes. We need to be protected from ourselves.
Now that’s for sure...
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We alleged adults are like children sometimes. We need to be protected from ourselves.
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Kinda surprising such safety systems weren’t in place then.
These things are a genuine PITA to be rid of. After several minutes of attempting to bag ’em up, with the miserable things clinging to me and the side of the box (and my shirt) and falling on the floor, I just made sure I had all the stuff the peanuts were protecting removed and put the little white devils back in the box and taped it shut. Now I have to get one of those big ol’ black plastic “contractor” bags to wrap the box in, lest the garbage man break the box open and let the wind scatter the things all over the neighborhood.
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Time for my annual reminder that the "war on Christmas" thesis originated in the 1950s, in the teachings of the noted anti-Semitic, Nazi-leaning "Reverend" Gerald L. K. Smith. This worthy taught that Jewish businessmen created the myth of Santa Claus as a way to de-Christianize the holiday. The latter day adopters of the theory leave that part out -- at least in public -- but they swallow the rest of Smith's package whole, right down to the ridiculous idea that the historical abbreviation "Xmas" is a method of "x-ing" out Christ.
Few of the traditions we associate with Christmas date back much further than the middle of the nineteenth century. Christmas wasn't a Federal holiday in the United States until 1870.
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In my earliest years I got the sense that “Xmas” was somehow anti-religious, but no one leaving me with that impression ever articulated the reason for that thinking. It just was, like all those other things the grownups didn’t wish to discuss, not so much for my benefit as their own.
At some point I figured that the X was a symbol for Christ, that guy who got nailed to a pair of crossed lines and died a slow and agonizing death thereon. (Helluva way to go, eh?) So it seemed an even more Christ-affirming expression, what with the allusion to the events of Holy Week. I mean, hell, there’s nothing extraordinary in being born. But that rising from the dead stuff? That’s noteworthy.
We alleged adults are like children sometimes. We need to be protected from ourselves.
If the past nine months prove anything, it's that.
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I can only assume it's on the basis that the time chosen to celebrate the birth of Christ was shared by so many earlier religious traditions across Europe, whereas Easter had fewer (although there were some, based on the Spring Equinox). Notably, the early Christian Church celebrated Easter, so far as we are aware, long before Christmas; the earliest known celebration of 25th December as a festival to mark the birth of Christ is in the early mid 4th Century - 336AD. There are records of the resurrection being celebrated by early Christians in the second century AD. Not completely conclusive proof, but it's# a good indication. The early church considered marking birthdays as pagan, so that doubtless had an impact.
Nine months already. It's amazing how time flies when you're not enjoying yourself.
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Yeah, that behavior oughta get penalized. A fine of several hundred dollars per infraction might go a long way toward curbing the practice, provided there is active enforcement. Penalties are meaningless if the scofflaws expect never to be cited.
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...and hope it doesn’t affect my insurance rates.
Yep, I look back on so many things I have done in my life and I can only shake my head and thank providence that I am still here. I worked construction back in the 60's when safety & PPE were unheard of......I was 16 and had a V8 with a 4 barrel carb and bald tires ...... was pretty sure I was bullet proof.........^^^^
As I’ve mentioned before, I witnessed a young woman lying on the pavement (she died shortly thereafter) who had done exactly that thing — attempted to cross four lanes of moving traffic.
I like to believe that people will do the right thing because it’s the right thing to do, and frequently they do. And frequently they don’t.
We alleged adults are like children sometimes. We need to be protected from ourselves.
Question about the US armed forces:
In military movies, there are often officers seen standing next to the protagonists, seemingly watching the duty.
Are they "Chief of the watch" or similar?
Yep, I look back on so many things I have done in my life and I can only shake my head and thank providence that I am still here. I worked construction back in the 60's when safety & PPE were unheard of......I was 16 and had a V8 with a 4 barrel carb and bald tires ...... was pretty sure I was bullet proof.........
Logic dictates. You collect a traffic citation, that means your driving is questionable, which means that you are at risk of being in a collision, which means that being a risk you must attract a higher premium. Our insurance companies would increase your premiums just for a mis-spelling on the application form. Mis-spelling means you're stupid, which means you're higher risk and so on. OK, I made that last sentence up, but believe you me, when it comes to being creative in increasing premiums, insurance companies are past masters at it.WHAT???
That’s unthinkable here...
Yeah, ain’t that the truth.
I don’t have to be told that it is a “gendered” observation (unlike so many these days, I do believe there’s a difference between boys and girls, and while we often make more of those differences than the science would warrant, it remains that we humans can’t entirely escape the laws of biology) that young men are far likelier to engage in such risky behavior than are men of more advanced ages and women of most any age.
I know that it is mostly good luck that kept me from suffering more serious injuries than I did during my bulletproof years.
As I’ve mentioned before, my district is a gathering spot for people (young men overwhelmingly, of course) who race one another on the public roadways. (We had another fatality last week, 2.1 miles from here; a road rage incident this time, involving a handgun, and yes, a young man was the shooter.) During summer evenings, when I turn off the A/C and pop open the windows and hear those screaming car and motorcycle engines I can’t help but think how it just doesn’t occur to those boys that their mothers may have to identify them down at the morgue.