Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Walking at the Harvest Festival


The last time my high school had a Harvest Festival was also my freshman year.

Harvest Festival was a week-long event, celebrating agricultural history and achievements. The final event was a public gathering at the school gymnasium, where representatives of each high school class would walk down the middle aisle of folding chairs and then sit in one of the front rows.

Students from each class elected a girl as Harvest Festival Queen. Each Queen selected a boy as her escort, generally with the question, “Would you walk with me in the Harvest Festival?”

The freshman class elected Patricia Minton as Harvest Festival Queen. Patricia sat in front of me in general science class. We often talked before class began and became casual friends. The school had two separate classes, first through eighth grades. I was in the B-designated class; Patricia was the A class, so we had not had much interaction before ninth grade.

Two friends, James and Jimmy, also had general science class with me. Jimmy sat behind me and one row to my right; James sat directly behind me.

About two days after class Harvest Queen election, Jimmy said to James, “Who do you think Patricia will ask to walk with her?” James said, “I don’t know.” Then he said, “Maybe she’ll ask Bob.” Both laughed as though that idea was the funniest they had ever heard.

Funny thing was, I figured she would ask me.

And that same day, not five minutes after Jimmy and James made the funniest joke ever, Patricia did just that. She came into the classroom, sat at her desk, turned, and said, “Would you walk with me in the Harvest Festival?” I said, “Sure.” I don’t remember what James and Jimmy had to say, if anything. My parents and my sisters and brother were quite impressed that Patricia asked me to walk with her.

For the Harvest Festival walk, boys had to wear a white jacket, black slacks, a tie, black shoes and black socks. I did not have a white jacket or a tie. My mother called all her relatives. One, her brother Randall, had a white jacket. Problem was, I was already six feet tall. Randall was not. But, my mother had found a white jacket, and that was the one I would wear. Buying a white jacket was out of the question. My mother did, however, buy a clip-on bow tie for me to wear.

I don’t remember anything about the Festival walk. I think Patricia and I were first, being freshmen and all. I offered her my arm, she took it, and then we walked down the middle aisle of about 200 folding chairs set on the gymnasium floor. The sleeves of my borrowed jacket were about four inches above my wrists. The gymnasium was packed. Any kind of school activity brought out a lot of people.

Somewhere in sophomore year, Patricia and her best friend, Martha Harvey, announced they would graduate a year early. Next school year, Patricia and Martha were seniors, while we lowly juniors still had two years remaining.

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Poland arrests seven in people-smuggling ring


Seven suspects of a human-trafficking ring have been arrested near Warsaw in a targeted human-trafficking probe.

The Vietnamese-Polish gang is suspected to have illegally transported at least 100 Vietnamese citizens to Western Europe, PAP news agency reveals.
The illegally smuggled people were taken through Russia, Belarus, Latvia, Lithuania and Ukraine to Poland and from there to Germany, France and Belgium, the PAP report states.
https://voiceofeurope.com/2018/12/polish-border-guards-detaining-targeted-human-trafficking-ring/
Link at gatesofvienna.net
(Why is the sale of people not called what it is -- slavery?)



Dogs, people reunited after fire


The dogs probably said, “Don’t do that again.”





Monday, December 10, 2018

Merry Christmas from a Jewish right-wing website presenter


“I don't particularly care for ‘Happy Holidays,’ in the sense that I want to use my largest knife and gut the utterer of that horrid phrase, then decorate his head with his intestines while I flay him with my sharpest boning knife.

“Wait....did I say that out loud.

“I am immensely pleased to be Jewish, and wouldn't have it any other way, but the reality is that America is, for the time being, a Christian country, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with saying ‘Merry Christmas!’ In fact, it is a rather nice phrase that conjures up notions of kindness and fellowship and happiness and all sorts of anti-SJW sentiments.

“So when you see me on the street, please don't say that horrid phrase. A simple, ‘Merry Christmas’ is a delight, and it is a phrase that should be much more widely used. And if we are going to be honest, Christmas isn't really just a religious holiday any more. It is secular and inclusive and a lovely excuse to smile and be happy and say nice things and overtip and let the earnest but hopelessly incompetent clerk think that he is doing a good job. Life is going to have lots of chances to beat him into the dirt, so maybe you not taking the first swing is a good thing.

“So...From this Jew to you deluded heathens...have a merry Christmas.”

At Ace of Spades HQ.





As many times as necessary


Louisiana wife shoots abusive husband “multiple times.”

By Ramon Antonio Vargas

A woman fatally shot her husband as he beat her and tried to strangle her in a Metairie home Friday, the Jefferson Parish Sheriff’s Office said Saturday. Investigators did not book her with a crime after questioning her.
Jefferson Parish Coroner Gerry Cvitanovich identified the slain man as Ian Mastin, 27.
According to the Sheriff’s Office, Mastin’s 27-year-old wife called 911 just before 9 p.m. and reported she had shot her husband in their home in the 2900 block of Transcontinental Drive.
Responding deputies found Mastin had been shot multiple times. He died at the scene. Deputies took his wife into custody and brought her to the agency’s detective bureau to be interrogated.
The Sheriff’s Office said the woman cooperated with investigators and “provided a detailed and well-documented history of physical and psychological abuse” at the hands of Mastin.



Sunday, December 9, 2018

How not to write a headline


Here is the headline, from the online Sydney Morning Herald:

‘Russian links to “yellow vests” protest to be probed’


In journalism classes, I was taught to write the headline from the story’s lead paragraph, no lower than the second graf.

The first mention of Russia in the Morning Herald story is in paragraph 14. Paragraph 14. Anything mentioned that far into a story is not truly important.

But, then, I’m not sure newspaper writers any longer take journalism classes.

Too bad. Taught correctly, they would know how to do their job.



Saturday, December 8, 2018

Make your kids vegan, make your kids dumb


Chief physician at Copenhagen hospital says vegan food “can have severe consequences, such as epilepsy and ultimately development disorders.”

Said Dr. Allan M. Lund: “Such a diet may involve developing different brain symptoms. With muscle weakness, poor contact and epilepsy. And in the long term mental retardation.”