Jul 07 2011

Life imitates satire

Category: Al Gore,freedom,humor,jihad,society,technology,terrorismharmonicminer @ 9:05 am

In yet another case of life imitating satire, we have the US warning of airline plot to implant bombs in people (what a clumsy headline…. sounds like the airlines are implanting bombs in passengers)

The White House said Wednesday there was no danger of an imminent attack on airplanes after reports that terror groups were mulling implanting bombs into the bodies of passengers.

The assurances came after news that the US administration warned airlines that extremist groups were considering surgically implanting explosives into people to try to beat tight airport security measures.

Passengers flying to the United States could now face even tougher screening measures, a spokesman for the Transportation Security Administration, Nicholas Kimball, told the Los Angeles Times.

“These measures are designed to be unpredictable, so passengers should not expect to see the same activity at every international airport,” Kimball said, adding existing methods could not detect plastic explosives under the skin.

“Measures may include interaction with passengers, in addition to the use of other screening methods such as pat-downs and the use of enhanced tools and technologies.”

I warned about this possibility here around 18 months ago.  The salient points:

In the meantime, ever more restrictive airport boarding regulations seem a certainty, and ever more intrusive searches, until we figure out that we have no choice but to identify who is more likely to have evil intent, and give them more scrutiny, because we surely don’t have the resources or the time to give the necessary scrutiny to everyone, including your grandmother in a wheelchair from Peoria, or Trenton, who may choose not to visit you next Christmas due to a distaste for body cavity searches and x-ray glasses (like the ones they used to sell in D.C. Comics, except these will work) in the hands of prurient security types.

Sooner or later, someone is going to figure out how to make high-explosive dentures and hip/knee replacements.  While Christian “fundamentalists” will be getting only fluoride treatments, young adult male Islamic fanatics will be lining up to have all their teeth pulled and get dental implants made of enamel coated plastique.   I predict an influx of wealthy foreign nationals, of Islamic extraction, into European schools of orthopedic surgery, particularly focusing on lower extremity joint replacements.  Our too-faithful recent oral surgery patients, who will not have flossed much, will enter airplanes with a slight limp.  It’s tough to recover from double knee/double hip transplants, especially when it hurts to eat.

The other passengers will feel sorry for them, briefly.

Eventually, the only people on airplanes will be strip-searched people with no scars, who just endured body cavity searches and had their stomachs pumped.  But they will be very, very safe, wearing their airline-issued flying uniforms.  When they land at their destinations, they will report to the changing room/luggage area, where they’ll get their clothing back, which was sent in a transport plane.   Cost of a ticket from L.A. to Phoenix?  About $1,000.

Coming up next:  explosive hair.

There has already been at least one other report of terrorist plans to implant bombs.

We’re moving way past having to look for bombs in your Nikes and Fruits of the Loom. 

So what can we do about this?  Will we carry the no-profiling policy to such a ludicrous extreme that random strip searches are going to be made to look for recent surgical scars, and then require CT Scans in the indicated area (and if that isn’t revealing, we can always have a team standing by for exploratory surgery, just to be sure….  brought to you by Obamacare, of course)? 

Should we just reject anyone with recent surgical scars?  That’ll be tough on the envirobabe groupies with recently acquired, uh, enhancements to the gifts of nature.  Instead of flying first class to the next climate change seminar so they can mingle with rich Goreaphiles (in search of suitable husband material among the ecopagan intelligentsia, of course), they’ll have to stay home and watch it all on Skype…  or worse yet, on Youtube.  But hey…. that’s better for the environment anyway.  And who knows what the nice Egyptian surgeon with the funny name inserted besides a little silicon…  Maybe there’s a reason something felt a bit lumpy (did he show you the photos from his relaxing summer vacation in the mountains of Pakistan?).  We’d better keep all well-endowed ladies off the planes, just in case…  unless, of course, some self-sacrificing TSA official wants to check them all, one at a time.

I think I have an idea.  We can’t profile for ethnicity/nationality/religious background, so says the great Ozbama from behind the curtain (he’s just clandestinely checking up on those TSA officers, his version of Undercover Boss).  But here’s what we can do, and indeed there is a tie-in with Obamacare’s plan to computerize all medical records for “efficiency.”  Let’s just have everyone fill out a questionaire at the airport on all recent medical procedures.  Let’s get a new generation of scanners going that can detect surgical scars.  And let’s have computer software that compares the results of the questionaire, the scan, and the complete medical/surgical record that will be online for everyone (obviously, this will give the Obama administration the pretext it needs to extend Obamacare into the entire middle east, parts of Africa, Indonesia, and other Islamic regions.  Hope and change.).  If there is a scar or a mention of a procedure that isn’t on the “universal medical record” for each individual, we yank the offender out of the queue for “special processing.”  Allah alone knows what that might entail.  I think I don’t want to know.

I was intrigued by this line from the news report above: 

“Measures may include interaction with passengers, in addition to the use of other screening methods such as pat-downs and the use of enhanced tools and technologies.”

“Interaction with passengers,” eh?  How will a “pat down” locate a surgically implanted bomb?   I’m guessing the terrorists have already done dry runs by inserting passengers with recent surgical work (maybe even something benign implanted internally), just to see how well it works.

“Enhanced tools and technologies”?  Hmm….  maybe TSA has developed the tricorder.

Staying home is looking better and better.  With Skype, Youtube, Netflix and satellite TV, what else do you need?  International travel is over-rated, anyway.  You can only tolerate being referred to as the “ugly American” so many times, and everyone knows the world hates America….  that’s why they all want to come here.

 

 


Jun 21 2011

Humility

Category: humorharmonicminer @ 11:27 pm

At the end of the day, it’s all about humility.  Or maybe just humiliation.

I was asked to write a post for another website, one with much larger circulation than humble harmonicminer usually gets. The proprietors of that site asked me for a headshot photo.

Well… I didn’t really have one. I mean, I did, a couple of them, actually, but they are both from 30 lbs ago (thanks, weightwatchers), and I look fairly different now.

Not to put too fine a point on it, my face is now noticably less…. porcine.

On the other hand, what formerly looked like a pelican’s pouch now looks a bit more like a turkey wattle.  You can take away some fat, but the skin is still there. Sigh.

Still, it’s an improvement, and my wife thought I should really take a new photo instead of using one of the old ones.   That doesn’t sound so hard, does it?

So off we went with my Blackberry cell-phone camera to take a headshot.

First we tried the living room. I stood up against a white wall in a black sport coat and smiled.  It would seem that the white wall confused the white balance of the rest of the picture, and so I kept coming out looking just slightly ghastly…. I’m sure it couldn’t have been the actual smile that created the, uh, vampiric effect.  When I wasn’t looking ghastly, it looked like I had a slightly crazed look in my eyes… due only to some unfortunate flash reflections in my glasses, of course.  Maybe it’s the trifocal in the lense for the eye that works (I’m almost totally blind in one eye).

We had to go to Target anyway, so after about 10 failed photos at home, we took ourselves off to the concentric circles in hopes of finding a usable background in the store.  As it happened, there was a nice beige wall nestled charmingly between the non-wrinkle-free sheets and the trashcans (where we later discovered the sheets really belonged).  But the fluorescent lights all over the ceiling kept glinting off the top of my head, in a way that didn’t look like mystical enlightenment spontaneously breaking out due to the renewing of my mind.  Once, we thought we’d found a spot to shoot in that would work, with less ceiling light reflection… but the tile background, upon review at home, made it look like we’d shot it in a shower stall.   Really not the thing.

I think it was in Target, after 10 more attempted photos or so, that my wife (Mrs. Miner of these premises) began laughing.  Rudely.  Disrespectfully.  Sure, she was laughing with me.   Ri-i-ight.   And this after I rescued her from a life of penury and whisked her off to the lifestyle of the …well…  moderately middle class.

But I digress.

We came back home and tried to shoot photos in front of the kitchen cabinets, which are stained fairly dark.  Still getting reflections off my head.  Mrs. Miner, never one to shy away from her duty, disappeared momentarily, and returned with her makeup kit.  She began putting powder everywhere the light was glinting off me….  which, apparently, was essentially all of my face and the the top of my head.  I consoled myself with the thought that Ronald Reagan had worn makeup for speeches from the Oval Office.

Someplace in this photo series, it was decided that I should button the top button of my shirt.  I had been going for the casual look, but that also highlighted the, uh, extra flesh below my chin, which there is less of these days (did I mention that?), but still more than one might wish.  So after a couple of shots this way, Mrs. Miner began trying to tuck the extra flesh under my collar.  She tried the one finger tuck.  The two finger tuck.  The three finger tuck with simultaneous collar tug.

Then she began laughing again.  Do you think Nancy made fun of the Gipper?  Did Bacall break-up at Bogart?  (Bogart wore a toupee, didn’t he?)

In any case, after she calmed down from her convulsive cackling (ran out of extra oxygen, that is), we picked one of the photos.  Well, she picked it.  She said that in the photo I looked… subtly sardonic.  Hmmm.

So I emailed it to my daughter for her opinion.  My son-in-law emailed back and said it looked like a mug shot.  Apparently my daughter was too craven to deliver their considered judgment herself.

And this on Father’s Day.

So I sent the pic.  If it doesn’t result in the web master rejecting the entire article I submitted, I’ll link to the post here when it comes up in the rotation.

I wonder how much a facelift costs?

Or maybe next time I’ll just use one of those wee people avatars.


Mar 09 2011

I Knew It!!!!!

Category: humoramuzikman @ 7:01 pm

I should be kicking back on some Greek isle, right now!

Dang it!

It’s about time someone realized how tough it is to be a trombone player!

And don’t mess with this early retirement or I’ll go to Wisconsin and protest.


Feb 09 2011

High speed rail? Obama tries to turn economic lead into gold

Category: Congress,economy,government,humor,legislation,Obama,politicsharmonicminer @ 9:36 am

Obama to call for $53B for high-speed rail

 

President Barack Obama is calling for a six-year, $53 billion spending plan for high-speed rail, as he seeks to use infrastructure spending to jumpstart job creation.

An initial $8 billion in spending will be part of the budget plan Obama is set to release Monday. If Congress approves the plan, the money would go toward developing or improving trains that travel up to 250 miles per hour, and connecting existing rail lines to new projects. The White House wouldn’t say where the money for the rest of the program would come from, though it’s likely Obama would seek funding in future budgets or transportation bills.

Obama’s push for high-speed rail spending is part of his broad goal of creating jobs in the short-term and increasing American competitiveness for the future through new spending on infrastructure, education and innovation. During last month’s State of the Union address, Obama said he wanted to give 80 percent of Americans access to high-speed rail within 25 years.

At the same time he’s calling for new spending on sectors like high-speed rail in the upcoming budget, Obama also has pledged to cut overall spending as he seeks to bring down the nation’s mounting deficit.

Well, to be clear, Obama only called for a “freeze in spending”…  a freeze at the ridiculously high levels he set in his first two years.  Only his sycophants in the press would call not raising spending even further “a cut.”

In any case, America is not Europe, nor is it Japan.  There is not now a demand for high speed rail, nor will there be anytime soon.  If there was a demand for it, private interests would be busy investing in it, expecting to make money from it.  Obama seems to have learned nothing from the subsidy infested mess that is Amtrak.

I propose a better way to spend the money.  He should invest in research in alchemy.  Turning lead into gold is probably impossible….  but maybe not.  And along the way, spending 50 billion dollars is likely to accidentally result in some real science getting done, something with at least “spin off” benefits, technologically and economically.

So lets hear it for alchemy in the federal budget.  That makes a LOT more sense, and is probably a better way to spend large amounts of money, than high-speed rail, which will continue to be a sinkhole for money even after it’s built, which will probably cost a lot more than anyone now projects.

Of course, we all know Obama has no actual hope of doing this.  He just brought it up to play to his lefty audience, who love anything that makes people get in lines and wait somewhere.  But Obama knows he has no chance of getting this through a Republican House of Representatives.  He’s just talking for effect, and public relations with his base.

 

Still…  maybe in trying to turn lead into gold, the scientists would finally discover cold fusion.

 

 

 


Nov 16 2010

Nuked for global warming?

Category: humorharmonicminer @ 3:33 pm

I can’t tell if this is for real or a setup… but if the speaker here really is a professor, LSU is obviously having trouble in making good hiring decisions.


Nov 15 2010

Intergalactic warming

Category: humorharmonicminer @ 9:35 pm

Forget global warming.  Now we have cosmic warming.  Probably caused by those pesky CO2 clouds everyone knows permeate intergalactic space.   The truth will eventually come out:  billions of years ago, semi-intelligent aliens motored around outer space with internal combustion engines.

Quasars fingered for cosmic climate change

CLIMATE change doesn’t just happen on Earth. Billions of years ago, a heatwave struck the universe, leaving its imprint in the light from distant galaxies.

George Becker of the University of Cambridge and colleagues studied the light coming from galaxies at different times in the universe’s history. Dark lines in the spectra mark where certain wavelengths have been absorbed by clouds of gas as the light travels to Earth. The hotter the gas, the more blurred these lines become.

About 12 billion years ago, the gas warmed from 8000 to 15,000 kelvin, probably due to heating from quasars, objects powered by giant black holes, the team will report in Monthly Notices of the Royal Astronomical Society.

Keep your eye out for the remake of The Day After Tomorrow.  It really will be set long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away, and will be called The Eon After Gasbags.

It stars Al Gore, natch.


Sep 28 2010

Faith Integration and dogs

Category: humorharmonicminer @ 12:17 pm

Oops, I forgot.  Praying before meals isn’t really faith integration.  It says so right here in the faith integration handbook for dogs.

You have to find a way to relate the selection of the food, the manner of presenting it, and the method of eating it, to your faith tradition, whatever that might be, and however you might choose to relate to it (or reject it)….  after doing a suitable literature review, of course, developing a bibliography on faith and dog food, and possibly attending a conference or two on the subject.

Coming up soon:  diversity and dogs in the modern obedience school.


Sep 18 2010

I hate wabbits

Category: humorharmonicminer @ 9:25 am

I know, it’s a caricature.

I admit, this guy does look like some of my neighbors.  I live in a rural area, on a dirt road.

But like Mister Yosemite Sam, I hate wabbits.  (I even have a red moustache…  well, it used to be red, anyway.)  These zig-zagging miscreants are not fuzzy, cute little ear-twitching tail wigglers.  They are eaters of drip-line, despoilers of foliage, freelance socialists who think they have a right to my fruit trees’ drip system, inflaters of my water bill.

I have tried everything.  I have been nice.  I have put out bowls of water for them that are refilled every time my drip system runs to water my trees.  In front and in back, so the poor little darlings don’t have to wear themselves out hopping around my lot.  It doesn’t matter.  They still chew up my polyprop drip line, so that I have geysers when the water timer comes on.

Some smart guy at the local vet supply said that if I put out fox urine crystals, it would make the rabbits stay away.  So I spent more money than I should have, buying the distilled essence of bad smells to scare off the bunnies.  (Aren’t you glad you don’t work in the factory that makes that stuff?  And why don’t we hear of PETA demonstrating in front of the fox urine factory to improve the living conditions of the caged foxes….?   …..who presumably are given lots of water.)  Anyway, when I sprinkled the crystals in the prescribed manner and density, the flop eared vandals just laughed (ever seen a rabbit horse laugh?) and chowed down on my drip line.  Again.  For dessert, they ate the bark off one of my trees, to a nice uniform height of 24.376 inches.  (Not bad for an 18 inch wabbit.  Maybe they can levitate.  Maybe they stand on each other’s backs.)

I hate them.  Really.   With the pure kind of hatred that would find pleasure in shooting them all, one by one.  I am really, really tired of having a part-time job fixing my drip line.  Is it so wrong of me to want to have a few trees that don’t grow at 4500 feet above the desert floor without a little extra water?  I’m trying to make the world greener.  I’m pretty sure I feel the same way about these wabbits that Adam felt about thorns after being ejected from Eden.

This morning I came out to leave for school, and I had another geyser….  which means I was spending my hard-earned money watering the local juniper bushes, which don’t need water, because some bushy tailed, fuzzy faced blackguard developed a yen for synthetic drip line….  again.  If you’re an eco-pagan vegan PETA type who feels sorry for the poor little bunnies, keep in mind that they are wasting water.  Mother Gaia did not intend for them to eat poly-prop dripline, or to have water they couldn’t suck out of desert plants.  It’s practically my social responsibility to take firm action.

It has gotten so that when a wabbit runs out in front of my car on the local roads, I swerve to try to hit it.  I almost got one that way yesterday.  The kids laugh maniacally.  They have absorbed the paternal hatred for wabbits.  In fact, my 12 yr old daughter asked me for a rabbit’s foot that last time I shot one with a pellet gun.  I laughed evilly and hurled the carcass over the fence to be eaten by the coyotes who come by every night hoping for a free dinner.  In my family, we recycle.  Nothing wasted.  Not that there will ever be a shortage of wabbits.  As if.

But the week is young, and I have a quota to meet.  Hey, at least with me they have a sporting chance.  I’ve had neighbors who used repeating shotguns.

I borrowed an air rifle from my church choir director.  (I have noticed that choir directors are often armed.  Haven’t you ever wondered what they’re hiding under those choir robes?)  The air rifle is WAY cooler than my old Daisy single-pump pneumatic target pistol, which is only accurate out to about 40 feet.  I’ve been practicing with it.  And I’ve been watching “Lock and load” on cable TV for tips on how to shoot varmints.  I have new cammies, and I’m learning how to talk like Lee Ermey.

This guy is my role model.  I wish I could take him with me to faculty senate meetings.

Anyway, in my tan/brown cammies I blend in with the desert, and, like the US Marine Corps, I own the night.  I think my motto has become, “every musician a rifleman.”  This single shot break-action air pellet rifle even has a laser sight.  Imagine being a jack-rabbit the size of a donkey with a red dot just below your left ear.  Ah, the stuff of poetry.  Think of it as another episode of that military channel classic, “Modern Sniper.”

It better work.  If it doesn’t, I’ll be shopping for a grenade launcher at the next gun show.  I saw something being demonstrated on the military channel that looks like it might fill the bill.  It is sort of a gattling gun for 40mm grenades.  You can get all kinds of specialized ammo for it.  I may have seen one of these in my neighbor’s quonset hut/storage shed.  I think he knows somebody at the local National Guard Armory.

I’ll take the anti-varmint round, please.  About 1000 of them.  Just so I can get in a little practice before I start stalking Bugs.  Forget sporting chances.  This is war.

Doesn’t the Second Amendment say something about the wight to vapowize wabbits?

If it doesn’t, it should have.

UPDATE:  Alas, Anthony (see comments below) is correct.  I got my cartoon gunslingers mixed up.  Indeed, it is Elmer Fudd, not Yosemite Sam, who wishes to schedule the premature demise of flop-eared rodents everywhere.  Oy, what can I say?  Maybe I just wish I looked more like Yosemite Sam, and less like Elmer Fudd.


Sep 13 2010

Did the CIA ever get ANYTHING right?

Category: humorharmonicminer @ 9:05 am

Recently declassified footage shows a CIA spokesman confessing to a crowd of reporters (all of whom were later mind-wiped) that the CIA had accidentally overthrown Costa Rica:
O-SPAN Classic: CIA Accidentally Overthrows Costa Rica


Aug 30 2010

More Bizarre Headlines – More Witty Repartee

Category: humoramuzikman @ 8:55 am

There are enough dreary  headlines these days to depress even the most stouthearted optimist.  Then there are these headlines…OK, I took a crack at each of these.  They were just too good to pass up.  Let’s hear from some of you other humorists.  Pick one or more of these recent headlines and give me your best one-line responses.  And please try to retain a modicum of decency!  My mom reads this stuff.

Bedtime Story: 1-in-4 Grown Men Travel With a Stuffed Animal

I wonder if the same percentage of men sleep in footed pajamas.

Woman Nabbed For Auto Erotic Crime – Cincinnati woman was caught multitasking herself in Pontiac

OK, but did we really have to be told about it?  Imagine being the newspaper writer assigned to this gem of a story.

“Beat Whitey Night” At Iowa State Fair: Cops probe whether attacks were racially motivated

well, “duh!”

Cuba to withdraw cheap cigarettes for elderly: Cuba’s elderly will no longer be entitled to state-subsidized cigarettes, the government has said.

Has Michael Moore been made aware of this?

A no-show for 12 years, worker in Norfolk still paid

I know a certain president whom I would happily pay to be a no-show.

Murdered Spook Was A Cross-Dresser

Clearly NOT a headline from a Vince Flynn novel

Restaurants scramble after massive egg recall

OK, even I wouldn’t stoop this low…

Man, shot in head, notices five years later

How much you wanna bet he’s a Democrat?

Young Ho races to win in 37th Dammit Run

Wait……what?


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