Wise words. Day after day, black anything matters less and less. Stupid is as stupid does.
 March 26, 2015 at 5:42pm
And just a moment to remember these women who died from complications due to abortion.
Gloria Aponte, ae 20, April 29, 1986; Brenda Banks, Brenda Banks, ae 35; September 30, 1989; Colleen Chambers, ae 34, May 12, 1991;Tamika Dowdy, ae 22, December 1, 1998; Maureen Espinoza, ae 16, April 15, 1997; Christella Forte, 16, January 14, 1986; Shary Graham, ae 34, January 15, 1982; Barbara Hoppert, 16, February 22, 1983; Karretu Jabbie, ae 24, November 2, 1989; Patricia King, 24, May 4, 1987; Giselene Lafontant, ae 35, October 9, 1993; Sharon L. Margrave, ae 25, May 21, 1970; Guadalupe Negron, ae 33, July 9, 1993; Maria Ortega, 23, October 10, 1970; DaNette Perguson, 19; February 11, 1992 Tonya Reaves, ae 24, July 20, 2012; Tami Suematsu, ae 19, August 19, 1988; Elizabeth Tsuji, ae 21, November 11, 1977; Latachie Veal, ae 17 November 2, 1991; Tanya Williamson, ae 28, September 7, 1996 and Lakisha Wilson, ae 22 , March, 28, 2014
These names were chosen from a list of names where the documentation clearly indicates abortion played a role in the death of the patient.
 March 26, 2015 at 5:04pm
Did you really want to give her that hint so she could do a better job next time?
 March 26, 2015 at 4:52pm
“the override code known to the crew does not go into effect – and indeed goes into a lockdown – if the person inside the cockpit specifically denies entry”
Somehow, I don’t think they were expecting the pilot or co-pilots to be the ones who would willingly crash the plane and murder all the passengers.
 March 26, 2015 at 4:46pm
Uh, the pilot, the senior pilot, was not in the cockpit. He was locked out and therefore not culpable. The person flying the plane at the time of the crash was the co-pilot, Andreas Lubitz. They probably didn’t release the name immediately because they needed to notify the family.
March 24, 2015 at 1:58pm
Welcome to the digital world. Meat Markets all over the nation have them.
Also, we had an old fashion “Weigh yourself” scale that was painfully accurate dow to the ounces in one of my previous work locations.
 March 22, 2015 at 8:05pm
Personally, I think any kind of insect repellant would have been worth having. A couple of shots in the face and the attackers would probably think twice about what they were doing.
 March 21, 2015 at 6:36pm
Nah, that’s no fun. He should suit for a few million and THEN try to find a job.
I apologize, but I have to call foul on that one. I’m sure you’re just trying to be sarcastic, but those frivolous lawsuits doesn’t do this country or its people any good.
For example, remember a case against a certain fast food chain (golden arches, clown) was won because the client supposedly burnt herself on a hot cup of coffee cause the cup didn’t say the contents was hot. That case opened the door to allot of other useless cases, where the clients(con-men actually) could take advantage of the system. It also paved the way for the political correctness bs and liability issues that you see in America today.
If he needs to go to court, I say go for it, but just to restore his position and maybe lost wages from being off.
March 21, 2015 at 6:27pm
Ouzo, use ouzo. Everyone will be so snackered they’ll be singing “All we are sayyyy….ing, is give….peas a chance.”
 March 21, 2015 at 6:13pm
Yep, in 6…5…4…3….
March 21, 2015 at 6:11pm
Guess again….New York is already ahead of the curve.
I was witness to an incident where someone threatened my boss. That person then called the police and demanded they arrest my boss. However, there were no grounds to do so and the police ended up writing a report. Shortly thereafter, they “lost” the report. Unfortunately for them, my boss’s father was a lawyer who promptly deposed me and the other person who were witnesses. The person who threatened my boss hadn’t quite counted on that.
 March 9, 2015 at 11:19pm
We got slammed a number of years ago at a picnic when I mentioned one of the next door neighbors as Indian. I was promptly informed that we were teaching our son to be racist and the appropriate terms was “Native American”. I shrugged and said that next time I saw Harry, I was sure he’d be surprised to find out that he was a “Native American” since he was born in Bombay. (P.S. His wife made a killer chana masala. Someday I hope to find that recipe.)
Like the comedian, in order to clarify, you should have said "my Indian neighbor, dot not feather, ......so PC Police people like this are not so easily confused.
 March 9, 2015 at 11:13pm
So, I guess dressing up as Princess Jasmine from Aladdin is out, right?
One of the most popular events at a local Senior Center is when a belly dancer does an exhibition. Instant sell out. I guess that wouldn’t fly on the University of Michigan campus as a fund raiser, would it?
March 8, 2015 at 8:10pm
Part 2 – By now the leader was really getting annoyed, but rather than asking the others questions, he focused in on me. His next question was whether we would ever consider leaving our children with someone who was black. By this time, the others in the group realized I had really ticked off the leader and were watching the exchange with avid interest. I explained that our son had some serious medical issues and there were only three people who we would leave him with and one of them was black. He then switched tactics and started asked the others about their lives. After the group was over, the leader came up to me and said that I had messed up the program for the group. The other four people were over by the refreshment table and talking to one another in what Dominican Spanish. One of the group broke away after the leader left and asked me very politely but cautious English if I would write down the names of the people I had mentioned. I gave him my bulletin with the names and asked if he had children in the local school system. When he said that he did, I suggested that he ask his kids to see if there were books about these people in their school library and then he could read the books to his children. He liked that idea a lot and went back to confer with his fellow countrymen.
March 8, 2015 at 7:56pm
A number of years ago, we happened to visit a near by church that was doing an outreach to the local black community. They broke us into small groups & asked us a bunch of questions about African Americans. Unfortunately, our group was made up of myself, my spouse (neither of us are black), & four other black people who were recent immigrants from the Dominican Republic. Then they asked us if we could name four blacks who had been part U.S. History. The leader turned to me (B-I-G mistake) and I rattled off Harriet Tubman, Sojourner Truth, George Washington Carver & threw in Phyllis Wheatley just to liven things up a bit. My spouse went into panic mode, so I was jotting down some additional names on the back of my bulletin – W.E.B. Dubois, Frederick Douglass, Crispus Attucks, & Dred Scott. There was nothing I could do to help the other members of our group. It bothered the group leader that the non-black couple had the answers, so he upped the ante & asked what was the name of the last book that I had read by a black author. Unfortunately, two nights before, I’d finished reading Dr. Thomas Sowell’s latest title.
 March 4, 2015 at 8:47am
Literacy 101 – Darmok’s comment said “is going to get him fired”, referring to the future. Also (Sarc off) means “Sarcasm off”.
Have a nice day.
February 22, 2015 at 9:51pm
The last two times I ordered coffee at McDonald’s I had trouble getting them to just give me my coffee black with no sugar. And even though they were advertising Paul Newman’s coffee it tasted like Charbucks. That’s why I like Dunkin’, but maybe I’ll give Mickey D’s another chance.
 February 22, 2015 at 9:43pm
Wow! They actually had a birthday cake with candles???? Oh, my!!! What next….wait, uhm….okay….never mind…..
 February 21, 2015 at 11:34pm
Rosech – Her parents wanted an invitation and that’s what they got, though it wasn’t exactly what they expected. Her message was I’m through trying to please you and live up (or down) to your expectations. Personally, on Christmas Day after yet another unpleasant conversation with a sibling, walking to the car, I said to my spouse, “Done.”