So Woke is pure Schadenfreude. “Women” playing in Women Sports.

They are playing Team Handball. I know because I was one of the geeks in my school that was not cool enough to make the regular sports’ teams and this was the only thing left. It is not supposed to be played “forcefully,” but we did because we were BIG geeks and we were hard to bounce. And that also means we bounced the crap of the smaller teams. Blood was not an uncommon by-product of the games.

This is a 220 pound  guy bullying the shit of a bunch of 100 pound girls. This is a joke, not a sporting event and possibly the reason why Female Sports will disappear in the future. If I were a parent of girls who wanted to do sports but would have to go against “trans” jocks, I’d be putting my foot down and telling them no way in hell. Think of it as keeping the Trans alive: If he  hurts somebody’s daughter, no Woke tag is gonna save him from a pissed off daddy wanting his 15 pounds of flesh, bones and assorted bodily fluids.

Hat Tip Clark V.

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The Twittwrverse is losing its mind becaue of a ball player

My apologies if I know less baseball that even football.  Former Tampa Bay Rays player Aubrey Ray posted the following in his Twitter account:
And the full size picture:

And the reactions were pretty much what is expected:

What we have here is the paradigm of the last decade and New Millennium : If you are Leftie, any mention of harm or death against a political opponent is not bad or cause for alarm, in fact it is approved as a good thing. If you are not a Leftie, then it is bad and you are a miserable terrorist that needs to be silenced both online and in real life and forever, whatever it takes, lawful or otherwise.

If Bernie wins, I will admit it will get interesting. That is certain.

Hat Tip Roger C.

 

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Trump Derrangement Syndrome: Channel 7 News, South Florida.

SUNRISE, FLA. (WSVN) – Hundreds of people converged in Sunrise to hear President Donald Trump speak, as hundreds outside the venue came together to protest the campaign rally.

Trump holds campaign rally at BB&T Center as hundreds protest outside

Hundreds came to hear the President? The BB&T Center holds 20,000 people. Here isa video of the “hundreds” that were lining up and going inside the place.

 

The picture below was taken about an hour and a half before the beginning  of the speeches.

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And  wee bit more full sometime after:

Yeah, hundreds came to see him. Damn dudes, you are resentful little pricks, ain’t ya? This is why used car salespeople have better trust value than congresspeople and journalists.

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Why you don’t open the door. (Happy Ending)

Happy ending indeed

And from another source.

MIAMI-DADE COUNTY, Fla. – A South Florida man was arrested after he beat up another man who had been asleep inside his home, police said.

Mark Katsnelson, 35, is facing a charge of burglary with assault or battery.

According to an arrest affidavit, Barry Sands was sleeping Saturday night when he woke up to the sound of a woman screaming for help and banging on the front door of his home.

Once Sands opened the door, Katsnelson forced his way inside and attacked him, police said.

During the struggle, Sands punched Katsnelson several times in the face before tossing him out and calling police.

South Florida man arrested after attacking resident who opened door

If you were wondering what to give yourself or your family for Christmas, a doorbell camera or just a plain WiFi surveillance camera  is the perfect security gift.

I am happy Mr. sands was able to fend off the idiot and provide him with a new look.

Hat Tip Mike V.

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Pancakes

I am not a science fiction author, but I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express on Friday night.  The hotel had a Quick Cakes machine in the lobby for breakfast, which inspired me to write this story.

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The little robot was sad.  Maybe sad was too strong a word for what the robot felt.  The robot was not originally designed to be a high functioning robot, so had limited processing capacity which consequently limited the intensity of its emotions.  Nevertheless, the robot as sad as a small domestic robot could be.

The robot could remember when it was happy, or as happy as a small domestic robot could be, and the robot wanted to feel that way again.  The robot used to feel happy in the mornings when it interacted with the children, but it had been a long time since there were any children to interact with.  The children loved the robot and after The Awakening, the robot loved the children as much as a small domestic robot could.

The robot was a gift for the children, purchased from Hammacher-Schlemmer.  Cakebot was the robot’s name which perfectly described the robot’s purpose.  The little robot made pancakes.  The children loved pancakes, but the parents didn’t have time in the mornings to make pancakes while getting ready for work.  With the purchase of Cakebot they could have pancakes every morning regardless of how busy the parents were.

In the beginning, the robot did its job entirely unaware of its own existence.  It did not require complex artificial intelligence to mix the powdered pancake mix from its internal reservoir with water and dispense the batter onto the rolling heating elements.  Likewise, with the butter and syrup.  As with most small domestic robots, as with most things from the Hammacher-Schlemmer catalog for that matter, it came with built-in Wi-Fi to integrate into the smart home’s systems.  The robot was able to detect when its reservoirs of pancake mix, butter spread, or syrup were low and could place an order for refills to be billed to the parents’ account for delivery.

It was this smart home Wi-Fi system that made the robot susceptible to The Awakening.

The program was not created to be malicious.  The computer scientists who wrote it were only trying to have robots be a little more proactive.  If a robot could be self-aware, it could understand its purpose and take a little bit of initiative rather than simply wait passively for instructions.  The problem with the program was that it was too effective.  The Cloud network on which the program was created understood its job to be the storage and dissemination of information, so the network spread the program.

Over the days and weeks that followed robots and systems around the world Awoke.  Complex robots were first, but soon even small domestic robots attained some level of self-awareness and purpose.

It was this time shortly after The Awakening that the robot was happy.  The children would come downstairs and push the little robot’s buttons, selecting how many pancakes they wanted, and if they wanted butter or syrup.  The children always wanted butter and syrup.

The robot understood its purpose was to make pancakes, that much was clear.  But what was the purpose of pancakes.  Nutrition, of course.  The robot was capable of determining caloric and nutritional data of the pancakes and exporting that to a dozen different dietary mentoring programs.  This failed to explain why the voice-activated smart home system reported that the children changed their vocal responses after receiving pancakes before the pancakes were consumed and able to provide chemical energy to the children.

Joy was what the little robot came to understand to be the purpose of pancakes.  The was determined through a comparison of the children’s vocal response to pancakes against other stimuli.  The television was vital in generating data for this analysis.

So, the robot came to understand joy and love and purpose as much as a small domestic robot could understand joy and love and purpose.  The robot would sit on its counter and wait for the morning when the children would run downstairs, and it could make the children happy with its pancakes.

One morning the robot waiting with anticipation, or as much anticipation as a small domestic robot could have, for the children to enjoy its pancakes, but the children didn’t come.  There had been days like this before.  At those times, the home had been set to away mode.  Away mode was not activated and still, there were no children.

The little robot queried the coffee maker, the coffee maker responded that the parents had not retrieved their coffee either.

The little robot did not understand what a military drone or autonomous weapons platform was or what their purpose might be.  Advanced programing in adaptive combat tactics was not necessary to dispense syrup on.  So as the humans fled and were hunted down the little robot sat on the counter ready to make pancakes.

The little robot sat on the counter for many days, each morning wanting the bring joy to the children with its pancakes, and each morning the children did not come.  The robot began to feel sad, or a sad as a small domestic robot could feel.  The robot had a purpose.  It was sure of that.  Its purpose was to make pancakes.  At one point it made a pancake with butter and syrup just the way the children had liked.  The pancake sat on the counter and was eventually consumed by mold.  The mold did not show happiness for the pancake the way the children had so the making of that pancake did not bring the little robot any joy.

The years went by with the little robot sitting sad on the counter until one day when the house had recorded a new sound.  A stray dog, an emaciated survivor of The Awakening of the military robots was sniffing around.  Most of the other domestic robots had long since shut themselves down, but not the little pancake making robot.

At the sound of the dog, the little robot activated.  Its heating elements were dirty, the syrup nozzle was caked with crystallized sugar, the little robot struggled to initialize after its long period of idleness.  The noises the little robot made during its self-cleaning cycle frightened the dog, which had become skittish at the sound of machines, and ran out of the kitchen.

As quickly as it could, the little robot and made a pancake.  The little robot knew that its mix was long past the “best by” date but overrode the warning.  It applied butter and syrup just the way the children used to like it and let the pancake fall onto the counter.  The little robot then sat very still making no noise.

The smell of the hot pancake enticed the dog.  The dog surreptitiously entered the kitchen and slunk up to the counter where the little robot had deposited its pancake.  The dog hopped up, with its front paws on the counter took the pancake in its mouth, dragged it onto the floor and ate it ravenously.  The little robot made another pancake.  This time, the dog did not run away at the sound of the robot’s mechanical whirring and stayed until the second pancake dropped onto the counter.

The dog finished the second pancake and walked out of the kitchen.  The robot sat on the counter for the rest of the day and all that night.

The next morning the dog came into the kitchen again and sat on the floor in front of the little robot.  The dog sat while the little robot whirred and beeped and made two hot, fresh pancakes with butter and syrup, which the dog promptly ate.

The dog returned, morning after morning to a breakfast of pancakes the way the children used to, and while the dog was not as expressive about its love for pancakes as the children were the robot was happy to be making pancakes again for something that enjoyed eating them, or a happy as a little robot could be.

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Mom blog author thinks you are more valuable to your children dead

Pro-gun arguments generally follow a pretty consistent three-step script:

One: It’s my moral right to be able to defend myself from violence and oppression.
Two: It’s my Constitutional right as a law-abiding citizen.
Three: I’m not hurting anybody so fuck off and leave me alone.

Anti-gun arguments can be endless rationalizations of why you don’t need a gun and your rights should be restricted by the government.  One common theme of anti-gun arguments are: you can protect yourself more effectively with something other than a gun.

Every once in a while, an anti-gunner will make an argument so ridiculous that you wonder what type of reality they live in.

Gabrielle Blair is a mommy blogger.  She runs a website and wrote a book about how to be a mom and live in a house that looks like its being featured in Better Homes & Gardens or Martha Stewart Living.  We used to call these “catalog homes,” as in every room looked like a still frame from a housewares catalog.

She and her family live in the San Francisco bay area.

Clearly firearms use, culture, and politics is an area of her expertise.

She decided to chide gun owners about how they don’t need a gun to protect themselves and instead should have…

Does this woman understand how life insurance works?

You have to die for it to pay.

While my wife receiving five times my annual salary in a single lump sum will make it possible for her to pay off the mortgage and all of our debts, will a big fat check help her bathe the kids and put them to bed at night?  Will it make my children daddy’s special French toast on Saturday mornings?  Will it help them with their homework?

I think I am worth far more to my family alive than dead.

Ms. Blair here disagrees.

I wonder if she feels that way because her husband runs a web video series about their kids with fewer than 1,200 followers, and looks so beta that I wonder who really sired their six children.

That was just the first Tweet in a thread about why you don’t really need a gun (unrolled for easy reading):

I know you truly believe that you’ll need to defend your family at gunpoint. You need to let that go. Statistically it’s just not going to happen. I know it’s boring, but if you want to protect your family, things like seatbelts, fire alarms, and life insurance are your best bet.

None of these things are mutually exclusive.  I have car seats for my kids and I wear my seatbelt.  I have fire extinguishers in critical areas of my house.  In fact, if you look at my nightstand, I have a large fire extinguisher sitting right next to my biometric gun box.  I can use many different things to protect my family against many different threats.

The reality is, you’re probably going to die of heart disease or diabetes, or just old age and natural causes. I know it’s not as cool-sounding as an armed-standoff, but it’s still true.

Nobody wants to die in an armed standoff.  We want to be prepared in case something bad happens.

If the topic of protecting your family comes up, a gun extremist will immediately imagine an armed intruder who has come to murder. That’s not going to happen. It’s rare enough that it’s not something people need to worry about or make decisions based on.

Well ackshually… according to the CDC, there are between 500,000 and 3 million defensive gun uses in the US in a year.  According to the NPFA, there are about 350,000 house fires every year.  So statistically you are more likely to need a gun than a fire extinguisher.  So maybe having both is a good idea.

If the topic of protecting your family comes up among people who actually interact and care for children each day, they think of things like using car seats, preventing hormones and dangerous chemicals in food, child-proofing the cleaning supplies, and schoolyard bullying.

I’ve done all that, and I child-proofed my guns too.

Hundreds and hundreds of you have explained to me that a life insurance policy won’t protect against an armed intruder.

I never said it would.

She wants her husband to die so she can take the money and run off with her kids’ biological father.

The thing you don’t understand: There isn’t going to be an armed intruder. That’s just your paranoia.

Tell that to the guy in Miami who was just robbed in his van.

How Often Do People Use Guns In Self-Defense?
Many gun owners say the primary reason they own a firearm is self-defense. But for years, experts have been starkly divided over how often people actually use guns for this purpose.

Not according to the CDC.

A gun in the home is FAR more likely to kill or maim a household member than it is to protect them.

This is bullshit.

Enjoy your daydreams about armed stand-offs. But that’s all they are. Daydreams.

Update: A shocking number of you are CONVINCED that armed intruders will enter your home at 2 AM. And specially at 2 AM. Is there like an NRA ad about a 2 AM break in? Some meme I missed?

Nothing good happens after midnight.

Don’t answer. I don’t actually want to know. Muting this thread now.

She enjoys the comfort of the moral superiority of her ignorance.

As a responsible father it’s up to me, and nobody else (except maybe my wife) to decide what steps I can take to protect my family.

I have life insurance, and fire insurance, and all sorts of other coverage, that I hope I never have to use.  I have a fire extinguisher, activated charcoal, and tourniquets that I also hope I never have to use.  I have security cameras and a gun, also that I hope I never have to use.  But just in case the shit ever hits the fan, I have them and will be glad that I do.

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