Completely setting aside my actual beliefs about evolution, creationism and intelligent design, mainly because I don’t have any, I find the Church Of The Flying Spaghetti Monster to be one of the most brilliant and funny parodies I’ve ever encountered.
Here’s a very good article on the continued effort in our society to make everyone behave. Sometimes it’s the right, sometimes it’s the left. It’s always dumb.
Did you know that the US Naval Reserve has an email “Joke of the Day” service? I didn’t. But this morning I found one of their emails in my inbox. It was soooooo funny, that I feel bad not sharing it.
Dear SpoonFighter,
Did you know that your particular skills and interest in law enforcement or the intelligence field could help you secure a better future in the U.S. Naval Reserve?
We currently have opportunities available for Master-at-Arms, Intelligence Specialists, Cryptologic Technicians and Intelligence Officers. Serving in one of these positions, you will play a key role in our nation’s defense as you acquire exceptional training in your respective profession.
In exchange for your part-time commitment, you will be provided with many benefits and rewards. You will also work with the latest technologies and anti-terrorism techniques as you gain invaluable experience in crime prevention, physical security, threat assessment, and more.
One of the greatest benefits of joining our force is that you won’t have to sacrifice your personal life to serve. Your training sessions will almost always be with the Naval Reserve unit located closest to your home.
To learn more about the Naval Reserve, we encourage you to visit navalreserve.com.
Part time commitment. Training close to home. Yeah, and I’ll bet I can work from home, too, when my unit gets called up to man a ship bound for Iraq.
What’s sad and not very funny about this letter is that it completely ignores the fact that there’s a war on in Iraq that is heavily dependent on the service of National Guard and Reserve soldiers. According to Wikipedia,
National Guard members and reservists now comprise a larger percentage of frontline fighting forces than in any war in U.S. history (About 43 percent in Iraq and 55 percent in Afghanistan). There are now 183,366 National Guard members and reservists on active duty nationwide who leave behind about 300,000 dependents, according to U.S. Defense Department statistics.
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The New York Times reports that this number has fallen from a high of 220,000 to 138,000, largely because so many reservists and guardsmen have reached the end of their two-year involuntary service limit. Link
Not sure what to say on this one: The Department of Homeland Stupidity goes after The San Fransisco Bay Area Puppeteers Guild.
Unbelievable. I just read this CNN article, “No-Fly List” Keeps Infants Off Planes, and I’m stunned. Basically, it reports that infants and small children are being prevented from boarding planes because their names either match or are similar to names of suspected terrorists on the Federal “No-Fly List.”
The list is absurd, in the first place. You have to provide a Social Security number, date of birth, and the maiden name of your mother’s first pet before the phone company believe that you’re you, and not one of thousands who share your name. But if your name matches or is even similar to one on the government’s list of suspected naughty people, you get to sit in the lobby of the airport, subsisting on a diet of overpriced candy bars, until some disgruntled TSA employee who used to be a Telecom executive remembers where he put his rubber gloves and petroleum jelly. Never mind the fact that the terrorist was probably using an alias, anyway.
But what’s truly ludicrous is that small children are being kept off planes because “their” names are on the list.
“Yes sir, I am aware that your son Ben is only nine months old, but can you prove that he is not also Ali Bin Faisal, the notorious terror mastermind?”
Clearly there’s a problem in the system. Call me crazy, but if a three-year-old kid named Osama Bin Laden shows up at Denver International Airport with his parents for a flight to Washington, D.C., I’m pretty sure the President’s gonna be okay.
Here’s the point. If a person is so stupid that he or she would need to check a child’s background because that child’s name matched one on the “No-Fly List”, that person needs to be on a short yellow bus, not at the airport checking tickets and bags. It’s like making a doctor check a woman for prostate cancer. And if the system is so poorly designed that it forces its employees to waste their time on the absurd, then it probably isn’t doing a very good job keeping us safe.
It’s happened again.
Another acquaintance of mine has jumped on the Real Estate Agent bandwagon. At least once per month, someone I know tells me that they’re becoming a real estate agent. I wish them all the best, but there’s too damn many. I just found out that the pastor of a church I attended a few years back is now an agent.
I can’t even use the word “house” in a sentence without someone nearby handing me a business card or flyer. Just this weekend, my wife was driving by a garage sale, and made the mistake of slowing down. She didn’t notice that the house next door had a “For Sale” sign posted in the yard. A real estate agent, dressed completely in black, leaped out of the bushes and nearly managed to pull her from her car. She only escaped because a second real estate agent, from a competing firm, hit the first one with the sign. When I think of how narrowly we escaped owning another home, I shudder.
Seriously, though, what’s going to happen to all these people when the real estate bubble bursts? When all your friends are doing it, and it’s in the news every day, it’s probably too late. History is full of “next big things” that burned hot and then burned out, leaving trails of destruction behind them. I think of the Dot-COM craze, the Telecom boom, or the Democratic Party, and I weep for huddled, dirty masses who lost their shirts and their hopes of a better life.
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It’s August 1st, 2005. My 10,809th consecutive day here on Earth, not counting the 280-or-so exciting days I spent in utero. It would be tricky to pin down the exact number of days, were I to include that period, due to the fact that no one seems to be able to pin down the exact moment when the metaphysical bits of a person glom onto the icky little bundle of cells.
The only thing that’s really clear to me about Life is that people have been pretty much the same throughout recorded history. Technology has increased, culture has developed, but people still do the same things, want the same things, and struggle with the same questions. “Answers” are offered from time to time for what it all means, why we’re here, what we’re supposed to be doing. Some are better than others. Some may even be true. But for most of us, if not all of us, we’ll never know. We just hope, and muddle through. And have kids, so they can hope and muddle through, too.
Most people on the planet hope and believe that Someone (or a group of Someones, or maybe an all-pervasive Someoneishness) is out there giving meaning to everything we do here. I’m one of them. Yes, I am a member of a major religion which offers answers to the nagging questions of life. But at a deeper, much more personal level, I wish the big Someone would just show up. Not just for a handful of people but for everyone, in person, and explain this mess.
We could all stop wondering, at least for a few minutes. He’d probably have to show up every couple years, of course, to keep us from fighting about whether he was peacock blue or sky blue or prefered peanuts to cashews or something. And we’d probably tick him off a lot because we’re all rather selfish.
But he doesn’t. Again, my religion has some reasons for this. To me, intuitively, the only thing that makes sense is that this is all some sort of test to see what kind of people we’ll chose to be when there’s no “Someone” hanging around to make us be one way or another.