Oh great. The NYT wants credit card companies to recreate Project Chokepoint. Only they want hundreds of thousands of innocent gun buyers reported to the cops for fitting a “profile” the NYT doesn’t approve of. Aww, isn’t that sweeeeeeet? The TSA is switching to floppy-eared dogs because the pointy-eared ones scare children. No word on whether those airport blue-hands realize the kiddies are probably even more terrorized by having their pubes pawed. Add one more aspect of shadiness to the dirty business of buying pet-shop dogs: Dog leasing to the unwary. (Nitpick: It’s not animal-rights organizations protesting this; it’s animal…
Category: Dogs and (grudgingly) cats
No description needed. Dogs are life. Cats are also necessary on the Internet.
Twelve and a half years ago, she came to me as a feisty, temperamental nine-month-old foster dog who’d already nipped a child’s face and soon earned herself a muzzle by trying to do the same to Furrydoc. Today she went under anesthesia for a tooth cleaning. Furrydoc needed four tries to find a vein that didn’t collapse (thus the multiple bandages), and through all that, my sweet and very changed girl didn’t even flinch, let alone attempt to take a bite out of the vet. I love the old ones. But oh my. She needed three teeth pulled. And the…
Another excellent piece from Ammo.com: “Policing For Profit: How Civil Asset Forfeiture Has Perverted American Law Enforcement”. Once again, there’s something here even for people who think they already know all about it. A good article to share. The latest juvenile cant about socialism is that it leads to better sex. Jim Bovard — who ventured behind the Iron Curtain more than once — questions that manufactured reality. Still curious about those “let’s stop Trump” texts between the pair of illicit FBI lovers high up in the collusion investigation? Well, too bad. Because the DoJ wiped them clean, claiming they…
What with all the household construction and attendant crowding and clutter, I didn’t put up a tree last year and came pretty close again this year. But over the weekend I got motivated. Even if it is crammed into a nook that’s also used for tool storage, art table, over-wintering succulent plants, construction materials, and the cat’s bathroom, it still brightens the house. For most of my life I was adamant about having a real tree — preferably one I cut down myself. I was such a live-tree snob I wouldn’t even speak the words “artificial Christmas tree.” Instead, I’d…