It's a great system for those that have to count on their fingers and have trouble manipulating big or small numbers but that's where it ends as far as being a useful system for normal people. The old English system deals in measurements one can relate to with reasonable approximation ("a pint's a pound the world aro- und" and "an inch is as big as your thumb is thick.") Got a good feel for how much a kilogram or a meter or a liter is? You've got to be a scientific nerd to cope with that one. Yet our friends in Congress and the bureaucracy are hell-bent to have us shift over to this continental system used by all the big wars' losers.
The Navy is decreeing that ships will henceforth be built to metric standards (it was bad enough when they rammed the computer operating system Windows down everyone's throat.) As usual, these idiots are mesmerized by the stuff on the right side of the decimal point and change. Give me the more accurate old English system any day and send the Frenchmen packing. Off with their heads!
Quite interesting, especially to one who labored in the trenches during that era. Admittedly they did spend a lot of money that is much of the cause of our deficit woes these days. Much of it may have been an over-zealous reaction to the Russian threat.
Nevertheless, Reagan did accomplish what he set out to do - defang the Soviet bear. Time will tell if it was our undoing too. Those Tailhook boys could use a few sessions with grandma though. It takes more than an act of Congress to make gentlemen out of some officers!
When in the presence of women or girls keep your eyes open, your mouth shut, and you hands in your pockets. That ought to keep you out of trouble most of the time.
-- Lloyd William Wood
So I opened it and proceeded to fork out what I thought was the appetizer. Tasted rather disgusting and friend's wife finally said "What on earth are you eating that fish head for?"
Yuck! Nothing like fish brains to ruin a meal. The salmon was pretty bony too or maybe it was crab shell. I must admit to my stupidity. And you thought I was such a wise man!
Is there anything which your holiness desires?" "Well, yes, " the Pope replied. "I have often pondered some of the mysteries which have puzzled and confused theologians through the ages. Are there perhaps any transcripts which recorded the actual conversations between God and the prophets of Old?"
Saint Peter immediately ushered the Pope to the heavenly library and explained how to retrieve the various documents. The Pope was thrilled and settled down to review the history of man's relationship with God.
Two years later a scream of anguish pierced the stacks of the library. Immediately several of the Saints and Angels came running. There they found the Pope pointing to a single word on a parchment, repeating over and over, "There's an 'R', there's an 'R' - it's celebrate, not celibate!"
It's been fun but unless a miracle happens and youse guys wake up I'm going to call it a day. If anyone else would like to continue the effort, I'll be glad to pass on my mailing list and left-over material.
Another writer had suggested cayenne pepper to discourage the squirrels from hogging the bird feeders. My use of said pepper increased my four-legged diners to seven plus one rabbit. The only birds that liked the stuff were three huge ravens. I went on to give my solution to the problem which was a floppy inverted bowl halfway up the feeder's post.
This worked for over a week but they finally managed to get around that and even the cow bell didn't scare them off. So I tried Vaseline on the pole and that was a lot of fun to watch but they even circumvented that so now I just turn the hose on them. Gives the small birds about three minutes to hit the feeder before the squirrels are back.
(The Post never prints my scholarly suggestions on how to tax everybody fairly. Simple solutions never fly in Washington.)
(_!_)This, with variations, is the latest depravity to hit the Internet.