Thursday, March 31, 2011

What's The Worst That Could Happen?

So we're giving weapons to Libyan resistance fighters. We did this in Afghanistan and it is currently biting us in the [deleted] now that we are fighting the mooj's we gave AKs when they were the enemy of our enemy.

Of course, it will never be the case that weapons we give to Libyans will be used against us. After all, if you don't count CIA spooks and military advisors, we pinky-swear we will not have boots on the ground in Libya. Also Libyan fighters almost-never go outside Libya to fight our men, so . . .

Yeah, this is as bad an idea as the no-fly zone. No US tax dollars should be borrowed from China to send guns to Libya!

Crib Bumpers are Perfectly Safe.

Time, a magazine I usually avoid, grabbed my attention with a headline: "Why Parents Should Stop Using Crib Bumpers Now." So I read it. They want you (duh) to stop using crib bumpers. They quote Marion Burton, from the American Academy of Pediatrics*: "I can't think of any reason to have them.**"

Well we have had them in the crib with each of our children because:
  • they are pretty
  • they prevent a baby waking up when they spin in the crib and smash head or feet or hands into hard crib wall
  • they are pretty (it's a woman thing, talk to your mother)

    Let me tell you the reason crib bumpers are described as dangerous: 52 babies in were strangled by their crib bumpers. In the last twenty years. 52 in 20 years is (statistically) nothing. That is an average of fewer than three per year. Three per year, when (at a time of record low birth rates) we have well over 4,000,000 babies born per year; 0.000007%. Three babies die from being struck by lighting inside their prams on cloudless days. Three babies die from drowning in 1/2' of water in a bathtub. Three DOZENS of babies die every year in America from being left alone strapped in car seats by murderous neglectful parents or day (don't) care workers. Do we have the American Academy of Pediatrics urge us to stop using car seats, or stop transporting children in automobiles altogether? Three dead children a year is no reason to stop using crib bumpers. Use them. Enjoy them.

    Take note: Currently, the crib in which #4 sleeps has BOTH bumpers AND a drop side! GASP! And we leave the drop side down because #4 is too small to hoist himself up and it's easier for us to grab him with the side down! Horrors! And when we're done with it, we are going to sell this death trap crib to another unsuspecting victim family set of new parents!

    Relax. When the Consumer Product Safety Commission, ostensibly the people telling you not to use bumpers, says “We have not been to the point of being able to attribute crib bumpers to a cause of death but we are going back into old cases to see if that determination has changed.” you can relax already. Relax.

    The babies killed "by" crib bumpers die because they get tangled up in all the other frilly crap women put in cribs. Don't stack them deep with entangling blankets and blocking-up pillows. Wrap them in a pajama that lets teh baby roll. Done.

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    *yes, the same AAP that says NEVER to give a baby water to drink, and which (temporarily) approved a mild form of female genital mutilation for American baby girls. Not necessarily on a level with the Voice of God when it comes to deciding whose advice to follow. By the way, this is probably O. Marion Burton, a dude, President of the AAP.

    **My Y chromosome has to agree with Dr. Burton: crib bumpers are female nonsense. My [deleted] common sense disagrees. Use crib bumpers if your babymomma likes them. That she wants it is reason enough to cave on such a harmless, relatively inexpensive thing. Do I agree with him or not? Yes.
  • Wednesday, March 30, 2011

    You Will Read This:

    The departed Bane told a story he claimed was true. I believe it. You may not. Set aside a few minutes and read it for yourself. You might try not to read these where it is dark and cold.

    Part One
    Part Two
    Part Three
    Part Four
    Part Five
    Part Six
    Part Seven

    The links are to Google's cache of the pages, in case you are behind a server that blocks Blogger. Plus, if you click through his archives be warned that some of Bane Rants is/was VERY not safe for work.

    Unintended Consequences, And How!

    AARP supported Obamacare

    Obamacare makes AARP profitable

    AARP loses tax-exempt status?

    LOL F U AARP!

    Your Music May Suck If . . .

    If you can't sing well at all, and you and everyone around you know it . . .
    And you can sing just like the singer in the band you listen to . . .
    Your music sucks. FYI.

    Also: if you can't play guitar, but you are as good as the lead in the band, your music sucks.

    Tuesday, March 29, 2011

    Our Dog Is Being Wagged

    President Obama sounded(as Ingraham said) Commander-in-Chiefy at times during his speechifying about Libya last night. Some people might say that he boldly, boldly! did bubkis until Hillary had NATO start interfering in Libya's civil war. Any right-thinking person will notice that the excuses reasons they say we are in Libya would apply equally-well to various other nations, but we continue not to go blast heck out of those nations. The question is: Why?

  • Are we involved because Italy et. al. have a vested interest in Libyan oil? (I thought wars for oil was bad?)
  • Did Jacques Chirac lose a big poker game to Qaddafi?
  • Did Qaddafi insult Mr. Soetero and Obama is getting payback for his daddy's sake?
  • Is Hillary setting Obama up for a fall in 2012?
  • WTF WHY are we in Libya?

    And don't say humanitarian anything, and don't say we're doing violence to prevent violence. Don't say we're not in it for regime change because we have definitely taken sides and made position statements indicating we are AGAINST the incumbent dictator. Whose side are we on? The Libyan people? Then why are we fostering war in their nation? Who is their leader if not Qaddafi? SRSLY Clinton is meeting with the rebels? And she thinks they're going to tell her the truth?

    *sigh* Babes in the woods, that's what they are. And the woods are dark and deep (but not lovely).
  • Quote of the Day 03/28/2011

    " . . . change cannot be turned back" -President Barry Soetero, 3/28/2011

    Change has come to Libya. May God help the people of Libya. Obama, through his turning over our military might to NATO is nurturing a Libyan civil war. He is destroying their country with open warfare. He is destroying our country through the introduction of Socialist policies . . .

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    Your Music May Suck If . . .

    If you go the entire day nodding your head at the same rate because your "music" all has the same number of beats per minute, your music sucks. FYI.

    Monday, March 28, 2011

    Excuse Me I Have To Breathe That Air!

    You can tell it's Easter time because . . . my car is pastel green! (rimshot)

    The sweat I wiped off my head when I was jogging, I kid you not, was green. My white car, when viewed at a narrow angle, is green. The corners of all the streets by the curb are full of oak pollen thingies. It's bad enough I have to jog, but SRSLY I have to jog in THIS!?:

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    Come on trees! Can't you all get a room or something?

    Dreams Is Crazy.

    I had a dream last night that I was visiting my Grandparents. My Grandmother is dead now but it's a dream, we're rolling with it. As I was leaving, she asked if there were anything I wanted, and I mentioned a pistol my Grandfather had. She snuck in the house and got it, and gave it to me as an under-the-table inheritance. Also she gave me a sniper rifle.

    The pistol was a 1911, a genuine war horse, and rusted and corroded to worse-than-uselessness. The rifle was an awful lot like an M24/M40, with an olive-drab stock, telescope, suppressor, really long barrel. I'm pretty sure my Grandfather doesn't have anything like either one of those arms.

    Then, of course, as I was noticing the rifle on the next-door neighbor's driveway, a firefight broke out. With giant robots hundreds of feet tall.

    Crazy dream.