What’s the lesson? If you don’t want a picture of yourself doing something this dumb on the interwebs, maybe you should think twice about doing it in the first place. And maybe to think again about answering one stupidity with another. And about what and how we teach our children.
(I’d post an excerpt of the picture – even got as far as saving a cropped version of it to upload to my own server – but I couldn’t stomach having it on my blog)
When I was a kid, one of the attitudes I absorbed from my dad was that dropping litter was a sign of slovenly and disreputable character. Anyone who would just leave their trash lying around was acting like the world belonged to them when plainly, it doesn’t.
So, cigarette-butt tossing person, McDonald’s bag tossing person, Starbucks’ Frappuccino-cup tossing person, KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY!!! There’s a trash can right over there!!!
Stalking Sunlight reports that Buddhist monks in Burma – no joke – really have their butts in a sling. But on the principle that the devil cannot endure laughter…
At his best Roy Zimmerman reminds me of Tom Lehrer, which is a high compliment. This song introduces the word “patridiotic” which deserves to find its way into our lexicon.
One could say that the Burmese monks should take up arms but what they are doing instead may have more lasting effect for peace. And I cannot fault their courage.
“Hey Ralph! See that fat guy on the bike? Watch me run between his wheels as he comes over the edge of the hill!”
“Gee, I dunno, Izzy. He’s going’ pretty fast – about 10 miles an hour. That’s just under 15 feet per second. On his bike there’s only about 18 inches between the wheels so you’d have to clear both wheels in about a tenth of a second. You’re pretty good, but you’re not that good!”
“Aww, quit worrying, Ralph; it’ll be fine. Here he comes!”
(Insane squirrel runs between wheels of moving bicycle, makes it, I think. In any case I didn’t feel a ‘thump’ and the squirrel ran off afterward)
“Izzy, you’re nuts!”
“Dude, what a rush! Hey, I bet I can run between the wheels of that car…”
Reminds me of the obituary in The Onion; “Roadkill squirrel remembered as panicked, indecisive.”
