Truth Like The Dark

British = American

Milky Way = Three Musketeers
Mars = Milky Way
Snickers = Snickers
Dime = Heath
?? (Nonexistant Mars with Almonds) = Mars
Topic = ?? (Nonexistant, like a Mars with Hazelnuts instead of almonds)
Wagon Wheel = Something vaguely like a Mallomar
Malteesers = Whoppers

Another illustration that the mapping from UK-to-USA is highly nonlinear.

But worry not, US Candy hegemony is on the way. My British friends grew up eating Opal Fruits, which are now bear the more spaceage name of Starburst
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From last night’s dinner:

“Our first love, and last love - is self love”

(well, only if I don’t have an early meeting and I’m not too tired at the end of the day).

Hey! All you Animal Rights Protestors! Have a look over here!

This headline:
Monkeys Pay to See Female Monkey Bottoms

and this news piece:

Monkey Brains Control Robot Arm with Thought

Doesn’t take a PhD in animal husbandry to connect those dots.
Act now to save our furry brethren from robo-self abuse!

Our representatives, and aren’t we proud?

Includes the war-criminal-by-omision who is now the first Director of Intelligence. God help us all.

I was corresponding with some friends regarding the death penalty, and thought I’d share my standard rant on the subject.

Beyond the issue of verifiability of guilt (which pretty much rules out capital punishment right away, but let’s ignore that), my line on the death penalty is that its most clear motivation is revenge. None of the other motivations can be well defended with facts.

Deterrent: it doesn’t work that way. Most of the guys on death row aren’t smart or rational enough to be deterred by something so far away in space and time as another guy riding the lightning.

Garbage disposal: in general, solitary confinement for life is cheaper.

No, it pretty much comes down to eyes for eyes and teeth for teeth; that is, revenge.

Terry Nichols would have been better punished and less martyred if we had given him a nice little cell for the rest of eternity, and made him look like a fool for his condemnation of American tyranny. But the instinct of revenge in many of the victims couldn’t bear it, and I can’t say I’d feel differently. I’d hope I’d see more clearly how to best direct my vengeance, but I can’t swear to it. Can you?

I’d like to think we are above revenge as a society, but we certainly aren’t as individuals. Society’s rationale can rise above the passions of any given member, but I’m not sure how strongly we can question a society that chooses to be democratic about the ubiquitous impulse for revenge.

Would it be better morally if America had no death penalty? Yes.

But I’d personally kill lots of these bastards were I the headman. So how much can I really complain?

Hell, if I were in charge, it’d be a blood bath.

When I was about 11, I saw a program on American Public Television, which I think was called “First Contact”. It featured interviews with aboriginal New Guinean elders, who still remembered their tribe’s first encounters with outsiders from the “developed” world.

The motivation for these sorts of oral history projects is to avoid knowledge being lost through death of the knowledgeable. I find it ironic that I can now find no trace of the show’s existence.

But anyway, what I remember (and hereby preserve) is a grizzled old black fellow, squatting against a background of green forest, relating his story in a strange language. White subtitles translated, saying that this man had been his tribe’s “best boy” when the outsiders arrived.

The white men spent all there time panning for gold in the stream, and they barely noticed the tribe’s people, hidden and watching in the bush. The old man explained that his tribe discarded the bodies of their dead in that stream, and how it was therefore logical to assume these ghostly pale people were the spirits of the tribe’s ancestors, come to retrieve their bones.

The tribes people watched until one of the strangers went into the bushes to relieve himself. The old man recalled how he was sent by the tribal headman to retrieve the excrement. The old man cupped his hands to show how he carefully carried the specimen to the chief. Facts about this first matter from the mysterious newcomers could set the tenor for their tribe’s future. It was important stuff

The old man imitated the chief, cocking his head this way and that to examine the pile in his cupped hands, then taking a whiff. He recalled what the chief had said.

“These white men may be spirits, but their shit smells just like ours.”

I know, I shouldn’t blog this mindless advertising crap. But there are people in the USA who must be exposed. There are pods for all of you, ALL OF YOU! MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!

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