Beauty Is Not In The Eyes Of The Icelandic Feminists

For several years women in Iceland have been protesting and expressing their rage at the idea of a Miss Iceland contest with the winner taking part in the annual Miss World or Miss Universe show. [I never remember which. They are different.] Why are they so upset? The feminists say the show “objectifies” the participants. [Makes them sheer objects for male examination?] The show destroys women’s humanity. But at the same...

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A Dormitive Virtue

Often, when I check to see what time it is, I discover it is precisely 1, 2, 3, 4, …12 o’clock. I find that strange. The odds against that seem to be 59-1 but I think the 1,2,3, 4….phenomenon occurs at least 25% of the time. Perhaps it occurs even as high as half the time. Why should that be? People have told me we have internal clocks but that explanation gets us nowhere when I consider I am not looking for a particular time...

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DOCTOR Sidney Gendin

I’m having a real hard tussle with the secretarial staffs of my internist, cardiologist, cardio surgeon and dentist. I want them to call me “Doctor Gendin” but they know I am “only a man with a Ph.D., and not a REAL doctor. So they keep calling me “Mister,” knowing this makes me alternative between wanting to kill them and wanting to sob my head off until I die. In two weeks I am having a man split open my...

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Me Worry?

All these precious tidbits are in the current issue of Medicine Net Daily News. MNDN reports that kids’ reeding and Meth skills are tied to future success. Who wood have suspected that? And why are they giving kids tests on meth anyway? In another startling article, MNDN says people should bake with less sugar. Was that article cleared with Woody Allen? A new drug aids memory in butterflies suffering from Al’s problems with...

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Joke Of The Week

My so-called “joke of the week” posts have become pretty sporadic but I like the title and I’ll keep it. This joke was sent to me by the redoubtable Leonard Carrier, master commentator. ******************* The Yellow Light The light turned yellow, just in front of him. He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection. The tailgating...

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A Brownsville Memory

I had a 36 hour pass and since I was stationed at Ft. Dix, New Jersey, it was a quick bus ride home. For some reason, instead of going to my actual home, I found myself in an apartment on Howard Avenue in the heart of Brownsville. Believe me, I have no idea why. Five guys were standing around naked. One stood on a small ottoman, playing the Mozart clarinet concerto while below him a young woman was sucking on his penis with real vigor. I...

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