I caught myself staring at a stranger’s cleavage, and averted my eyes, because nice boys don’t stare. Then it occurred to me that, as the shirt around the breasts in question was emblazoned HUSTLER, she probably didn’t mind. But by then she had turned away.
(Let’s see what searches this entry brings!)
This afternoon I went to South Hayward BART station. When I reached trackside, a train was stopped in the station, and a handful of Hayward police were present (more soon showed up; but, I think, no BART police).
A large Black man in handcuffs was objecting on the grounds that he had not been on the train, and appealed to me to confirm that I had just seen him outside, and that we talked about my umbrella.
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A shirt with a cheerful message. See Engrish.com for caption. Does the yellow sign say “two for ¥2k” (about $15)? Just the thing for couples, and such a deal! To think they say prices are high in Japan!
A small collection of articles about “Calamity” Jane Austin, author of such novels as Winchester Park . Check it out.
The notion that one cannot protect one’s property with deadly force, if necessary, essentially means that the entire concept of property ownership is a farce. It means that if a man with a knife demands my car, even though I am armed with a firearm, I must allow him to take my vehicle. Even worse is the enshrinement of state-ordered cowardice inherent in the notion that you have a “duty” to retreat from “situations that might escalate into using deadly force.” This places the balance of social power entirely in the hands of any lawless desperado willing to threaten to use deadly force.
I’m not convinced that it’s that bad. As I see it, if your thug shows you a knife with the implied threat to use it, he has already escalated to deadly force; if I’m wrong on that point, then your showing a gun is not deadly force either. Either way, you’re not obligated to assume that he’ll put his knife away if you give in.
Disclaimer: That’s logic, but I can’t promise that it is law!
A year ago, SF Weekly ran an article about go with this memorable line:
Playing Go means honoring the fact that your opponent is going to exist; all you want is just a little bit more than he has. If chess is a game of war, Go is a game of market share.
yet another small price to pay
Found in my mail archive:
Every time I turn around there’s another “small price to pay” in the name of some drooler’s feel-good mis-attempt to solve a non-problem. Got no patience for it anymore.
(The one that peeved me most recently was the rule against flying anonymously – a small price to pay to discourage those few suicidal terrorists too inept to arrange for false papers.)
I wrote that last August 15.