We called it "Classified News Network" as some guys reported getting information on their units' upcoming movements from the TV rather than the CO.
This is more things that annoy me and should for our daily dose of political hypocrisy "I live my life by one simple rule; work hard, play hard and always give something back." https://michellemone.com/ That will be the same Barroness Mone who, well... https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2022/dec/06/revealed-second-firm-pushed-by-michelle-mone-was-secret-entity-of-husbands-office and https://news.sky.com/story/michelle-mone-who-is-she-and-what-is-the-ppe-controversy-swirling-around-the-tory-peer-12762756
I know Christ said "The rich, you will always have with you" but y'all really need to see about reining in your nobility. Make them something like Kentucky Colonels, which office entitles you to... well, being styled a colonel and nothing more. No division of ranks, no Kentucky captains or generals or baronets, just colonels. No House of Colonels... Dunno, it's early and my brain is (Kentucky) fried, may not be making sense.
Putting someone down for doing the right thing.... A HS student came in for help with an assignment. He explained to me what the assignment was and what he needed . Tertiary sources, secondary sources, primary, etc. A coworker says 'this is HS. Not like hes getting his doctorates or anything. Just write the paper' It really upset me to hear that... So i walked away.
I struggle to teach my uni students that "According to the internet..." is not a proper source or citation. Send the kid to Japan.
When you're watching a movie and there's some super-intelligent person (criminal mastermind, wizened genius, etc.) playing a game of chess. They're sitting there looking smug and then their opponent, who at first seems to be a dunce, makes a move and announces "Checkmate." Then the genius is bowled over at how they lost. I've seen this scene so many times. Nobody who is any good at chess is ever surprised by a mate in one. He would have to be an absolute beginner. So he wasn't very good but the writers seem to think he was, because the writers don't really understand chess at all. Here's a typical example. (Contains bleeped swears on par with your typical broadcast reality TV program.) Here's another Seagal chess flub. More bleeping language. This clip has a really funny continuation. Epic car parking. Kind of an aside, but this is my favorite clip by this channel. It's Van Damme and it's so funny. The narrator likes Van Damme a lot. Same delivery, same bleeps. Best part is when you see "the most incredible thing ever."
Sometimes we give them the freedom of the city of London, which entitles them to drive sheep over Westminster Bridge or somesuch.
I got bit by a pitbull. It was awful, just the feeling of its jaws chomping down. There was more than one dog too. I thought I was going to be mauled. But I only got snapped once on the leg. The dogs came running out of a yard and got me. I was just walking back to the office. Next time I will spin kick it. It's what Van Damme would do. Now though my day is ruined because I have to sit in an emergency clinic, or I will, tomorrow, so I guess tomorrow's ruined. I tried to go this afternoon and was told that the waiting time was 3 hours, and so really, what's the point? I'll show up as the doors open instead. Have you ever seen the clientele at these places? Everyone's tatted like they want you to study their physique, but that physique is nauseatingly flaccid. Why do they want to be noticed? They're playing on their phones or gawking at the house flippers on the waiting room flatscreen. They're dutifully wearing little paper masks. That sort of complacence disgusts me. I don't want to be counted among the wretched, but once I'm seated, can it be avoided? Won't the next arrival judge me also? Maybe every person curdles with disgust when they see the lobby, knowing that once they join us, they too will be diminished. Makes me think of "Meet the Wretched." This song is even cooler live.
God, that's terrifying! I can imagine the moment you realized it was happening and there was nothing you could do to stop it. So glad it was just a love nip and they let you go! When I walked my dog around the neighborhood I used to carry bear spray in one pocket and a collapsible police baton in the other, because a wolf was spotted in the neighborhood. Then shortly after that I was walking Pepper and there was what I thought was a dog just standing on the edge of the road. They sniffed each other's noses and it just turned and nonchalantly trotted away, as I started realizing it was a young wolf! After a while I didn't hear about anyone seeing it anymore, but I kept carrying because there are several pit bulls and other big dogs in the neighborhood, and some of the owners are pretty negligent about them.
A wolf! That's fantastic. I used to have the world's ultimate cat. He would follow me all over the house and sit near me. We were best buds. His only fault is that he would do this weird foghorn meow at night. It was piercing. It was like, "Mmm-wowwwwWWW!" Always at 3:00 am. Then I would jump up to chase him around until he stopped meowing. One night he did that crazy meow and I went down to chase him to sleep, and he was standing at the patio door meowing at this other cat. It was a bobcat. Mean looking thing. It didn't look too concerned, but then it saw me and ran off. It's always fascinating how some of these animals find their way into town.
What a dreadful experience! I got nipped on the bum by an alsatian when I was a paper-boy and am a bit wary of dogs running at me ever since. I love the things once I have established that we're friends, but until that's achieved there's the primal fear... Pitbulls are banned in the UK. There are some equally temperamental breeds which seem to appeal to the sort of person that needs to "wear" a violent dog as an extension of their warped psyches That is very cool.
They should be banned here in the US. You can expect blowback from the dog people, who insist 'it's the owner, not the breed', despite all the evidence being to the contrary.
Except that it isn’t . Virtually all the evidence points to it being the owner and the way the dog is treated that leads to attacks… vis the fact that despite banning pitbulls and towza and various other breeds the uk still has dog attacks and dog attack fatalities nearly every year the last one was a malamute, the one before that was an Alsatian, not that long ago a kid was mauled by two jack Russel terriers
I mostly agree that it's the owners and not the dog, but I would qualify that bit. When you have a dog whose ancestors were bred to be aggressive, and it has the physique and upper body strength of a fighting dog, the consequences of having it poorly raised or even somehow feeling threatened, tend to be greater. My daughter and son-in-law have a rescue dog that is primarily pit bull, and while she has some sweet characteristics, she also has some neuroses that make her very agitated. I see that dog as a threat waiting to be realized, but the kids just see a sweet misunderstood 65-pound sentient being who simply needs understanding and patience and a strong leash.
We have a greyhound/pit mix that we inherited from our daughter and son-in-law. Sweetest dog you can imagine. She has congenital back issues and couldn't keep up with a young active family, so came to live with us old folks and the other two dogs. She probably won't make old bones, but we're happy to have her for however much time she's got.
When there's a dog running loose you can't ask it how well it was trained, you only have a few factors you can see. How big is it? Is it strong enough to rend flesh from bone? Is it coming toward me? That's about all you have time to register. Oh, plus how aggressive is it acting. There's no way you can tell how well trained it is. And from what I know of my neighbors, none of them seem like highly disciplined people who have been thoroughly trained in dog training. If it stands higher than my knee and looks like a demon or monster it has the potential to eat me.
When I go to the dog park, I carry my son's old bokken with me. Some people trust dogs that shouldn't be trusted. The last problem I encountered was a little French bull dog that decided to eat my puppy. It was small enough that I picked it up by the scruff and threw it back to its owner who stammered, "I don't think he bit the puppy." The woman I was walking with pointed out that Frenchie had the puppy pinned to the ground by its throat. I just told the guy to get his dog on a leash and leave- now. Pup wasn't hurt, but he was terrified of small dogs for some time. I occasionally see the guy and dog at the park- still no leash. Pup is now well over 100 pounds and no longer intimidated by obnoxious yappers.
I don't recall saying that all dog attacks were by pitbulls. I will say that for every news story about a dog or dogs savaging people, especially children, that features dogs other than pitbulls, I'll gladly and easily provide twenty stories that involve pitbulls. I've no doubt that there are many pitbulls which are loving and friendly (at least so far), but with 800 breeds of dogs in the world, anyone should be able to find an example of one that they can love just as much as their current possibly murderous fur baby. Why take the chance, especially if you have children?
My point was that if you source the dog from a responsible breeder, train it properly and treat it properly ( and teach your children to treat it properly) a pitbull is no more dangerous than any other similar sized breed if you don’t do those thing any dog can be dangerous. the reason that there are a lot of pitbull attacks us not inherent instability of the breed but the self selecting sample of mouth breathing fuckwits who buy a pitbull cuz they think it makes them look well ard. vis banning pitbulls in the Uk didn’t help because the same mouth breathing fuckwit collective just went out and got Rottweilers or whatever
I see your point, but I'm not sure it's true. A recent story from October: https://nypost.com/2022/10/07/tennessee-mom-kirstie-jane-bennard-hospitalized-after-her-2-kids-killed-in-pit-bull-attack/ "The pets, Cheech and Mia, were a part of the family for more than eight years without a violent incident ..." Again, the world is full of dogs. Why take the risk?
I had a shelter dog once that turned out to be a biter. Got me in the face once while I was half asleep. I tried working with a behaviour specialist to rehabilitate, and there was progress but it was excruciatingly slow. When she bit me again I drank a six pack, put that bitch down, and cried for hours.
3 hours? Bloody amateurs! General waiting time in our nearest hospital is 17 hours in A&E and would probably be longer only those still ambulant have left without treatment in the hope that that chest pain might just go away. Our health system is pretty fucked and Limerick generally features highest in the country for people on trollies waiting to be admitted (92 yesterday). I was considering starting a thread titled things that bug the living shit out of me and here's why, but didn't for 2 reasons. Knowing I'd get all weirdly proprietorial and report posters that didn't meet the threshold was one. The other is the probability of crashing WF beyond recovery. A lot of that is down to accompanying my wife to A&E in recent months, 11 hours with x-ray and referral to orthopaedic team on the first occasion, home about 1am. Then, met orthopaedic team on Friday early August, appointment for Tuesday intercepted by phone call Monday morning from the medic to confirm infection and urge she present to A&E for admission, arrive about 11am, I left about 11pm when she was on a trolley in a corridor that felt like being lowered into a tomb, she was brought about 5am to a ward that had TRAUMA over the entrance and they weren't joking. Met the genuinely very good orthopaedic carpenter (trained in Canada so, thanks Canada!) who confirmed infection in the prosthetic hip whose history started when she was run over by a drunk driver aged 6 and her most recent 10-year-old prosthesis likely to have become infected after a truly bizarre episode that I won't go into because it's still sub judice and no-one here would believe me if I did. Enough to say it has a really twisted punch-line and confirms my suspicion that karma is a load of bollocks. Karma, in truth, is a mild Indian curry with a thick Carlow accent. In any case, infections in inanimate prosthetics are a bitch, anti-biotics impotent where blood stream doesn't flow, so no clear idea of extent of problem until sight of same through surgery. Some but hopefully not all of the three-part hip must be removed and he outlined various reasons why breaking her femur was last resort, all of which she fully understood and agreed with. Indeed, she had a few more reasons herself to add to his collection. Then surgery on 30th Sept, of course the entire thing removed, hammers, chisels and all brought to bear and seemingly traumatised the junior doctors who spoke to her plainly the following day, "fucking awful", too much blood loss and physical intrusion to continue surgery with temporary spacer implant so left minus a hip for 6 weeks intravenous antibiotics, 6 weeks oral and scheduled to have her new implant in late January/early Feb. After the last surgery a decade ago, she did rehab with her mother on the other side of the country. This time, she found herself in her mother's vacant wheelchair for a bit and the thought that 10 years is a long time. Just before surgery, confined to a wheelchair, we pulled into a local shopping outlet. Figuring I'd use the designated wheelchair parking spot, we saw, first time ever in that location, a parking ranger out of his big SUV talking to a woman he had clamped because she parked in the autistic designated space. Ireland's first autism friendly shopping area, designed, I have no doubt, by a marketing team who thought long and hard about what marginalised group would allow them be Ireland's first anything, much like the disgraced athlete who sends his agent to find a cute kid with cancer to befriend so as to announce his rehabilitation. I spoke to the ranger, explained we didn't have a badge but did have a wheelchair. Nothing he could do, it seems, and started to go on a bit more so as to make himself feel better about being a wanker but I was back in the car, found a wide space that wasn't as wide when we returned to the car. Thing is, we didn't want the parking fella to do anything, just not do something but that too was beyond his agency, it seems. Since then, we've parked in a car park in the city where I've approached the attendant with the same "wheelchair but no badge" and he just shrugged a "go ahead" with "like I could give a fuck" lurking nearby. Jaded apathy wins against earnest diligence yet again. Hell, by the time we get a badge she might well have no need for the wheelchair but, with badge no wheelchair, we can park wherever we want with impunity. It's all about inclusion, after all. Here's a peculiar thought. Given all she's been through, the pain prior and since, trauma of seriously rough surgery and largely confined to 2 rooms in our house and broken, wheelchair unfriendly terrain of urban streets, frustration of having always been busy with 14 hour days of furious industry to being unable to get over a 4-inch step into the kitchen, the only thing that threatened breaking point was the direct assault on dignity when on that trolley in that tomb-like corridor with no access to the toilet. She took a photo of her x-ray at her review appointment today and all is going well, antibiotics seem to have done the needful but fuck me the void between femur and hip is disconcerting.
Good luck, friend. I feel for you having to deal with the time, paperwork, and unwanted stress. I really wish you the best. For me, I'm just sort of spooked by dogs now. I mean, I have reason. I'm not going to be neurotic about it, but I just had no idea what those jaws felt like coming down. It's all behind me now, and being able to say that makes me a lucky person. I've got to go back on Saturday to make sure nothing's infected. That's about it. The trick with the emergicares (and I suppose everyone except me already knew this) is to arrive first thing in the morning. Run up to the locked doors like it's Black Friday and you've gotta get that flatscreen! Then you minimize the wait.
In clicking "like" I hope you understand that is the equivalent of expressing sympathy and not because I like anything y'all went through. "Appalling" comes to mind, quickly followed by "fuck all appalling." May there only be improvement from here on out.
