[Cinco de Mayo archive here.]
We’re living among idiots.
[Image found here.]
Grammar Nazi has been summoned.
Why A Pair of Pants?
“Pants” is an abbreviation for “Pantaloons,” originally a two-piece garment, with one sleeve for each leg, both tied around the waist. The codpiece was a polite, yet not-so-polite, appurtenance. Pantaloons (with or without codpieces) were a hit in France in the late 1600s. What a surprise.
The word “pantaloons” comes from the French pantalon, derived from Italian pantalone, named after San Pantalone, aka Saint Pantaleone, aka Saint Panteleímon.
That guy was pretty cool. He practiced medicine until he became a Faith Healer and was accused of witchcraft in 305AD. He survived being set on fire with torches, being dipped in molten lead, tied to a rock and thrown into the sea, fed to wild animals, torn apart on the rack, and a beheading. He freed a bunch of slaves, too. Once he agreed that beheading was usually lethal, he was beheaded a second time and he died.
But that’s not all.
In the Middle Ages he came to be regarded as the patron saint of physicians and midwives. A phial containing some of his blood has been preserved at Constantinople; on his Feast Days (he scored three – 27 July, 28 July, and 18 February) his blood boils. Pure awesome.
The origin of the taunt “Liar, liar, pants on fire!” is related.
Hexaflexigon burrito. Do it. Eat it.
Some of these DIY illusions are cool.
RHNB = Red Hot Nickel Ball. Nice video collection by a guy who knows what to do with one.
El Niño – He’s a-comin’ ta gitcha, and Google Maps has you covered.
We’ve all seen ’em. They’re called dickheads.
Do this instead. [Top image screen-capped from that video and doctored a tad.]
[Update: Added the Epilogue to the St. Pantaleone saga.]
“Hello, Ma’am. May I help you?”
“Yes, I’m here to sign up for ObamaCare because my insurance carrier dropped me.”
“I can help you with that, but I need some information first. I need your age, weight, height, current medical status and your Social Security ID card with an ID.”
“Here’s my card and my driver’s license. I’m 67, 5′-7″, 210 lbs., diabetic, smoker, varicose veins, and have high blood pressure.”
“Do you drink alcohol?”
“All I can get.”
“Do you own a firearm?”
“What? Yes I do. For self defense.”
“Huh. Are you aware that ObamaCare provides free contraceptives and coverage for pregnancy?
“I’ve had a hysterectomy.”
“That doesn’t matter, because you’ll still be covered just in case. Who did you vote for in the last presidential election?”
“What does that have to do with medical insurance?”
“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but I need that information to process your enrollment.”
“I voted for Mitt Romney.”
“Okay. I’ve got your info entered and it looks like you qualify for ObamaCare Plan 9.
Please proceed down the hall to Waiting Room 2, Door 314, and an ObamaCaregiver will be with you shortly. Have a nice day.”
What a bizarre nightmare of bureaucratic fascism Obamacare has become. It has nothing to do with so-called “affordable health care” because it’s more insidious than that. Look beyond the facade of the ObamaCare website fiasco, and there’s nothing but expensive darkness, economic gloom, substandard medical care and more.
Make no mistake, the aging “baby boomer” generation, those of us born between 1946 and 1964, are the targets, because we’re old enough to remember atrocities perpetrated by the Left here and abroad. ObamaCare is just another vehicle designed to erase the past in order to promote a radical leftist agenda, and it’s got lethal teeth.
People still wonder how mass murderers like Lenin, Stalin, Mao, Hitler, Ho Chi Minh & Pol Pot came to power and killed off millions of their own people. We’re witnessing the same process today, via a clever but insidious program known as ObamaCare, and that’s not hyperbole. If ObamaCare is fully enacted, the Missus and I will suffer, but I worry for my kids who will suffer more, because they won’t know why.