So I notice on the front page of my local paper this morning that Claude Allen, formerly Bush’s top domestic policy advisor, got busted for defrauding a Target store with thousands of dollars of phony returns. Allen may have been best known for his advocacy of increased federal funding for abstinence education for school children – as the best way to prevent pregnancy, the spread of AIDS, or orgasmic-induced dementia.
Now if only the federal government had provided abstinence education to teach political appointees not to steal… On the other hand, if this type of education had been in use a few years ago, then perhaps Bush would have had far more difficulty picking Americans to staff Iraq’s Coalition Provisional Authority.
I sometimes go to the same store that Allen may have bilked. But the only thing I ever returned there was a rickety $25 build-it-yourself dumbbell rack that, when finished, appeared untrustworthy of supporting anything other than a few pairs of Origami paper sculptures. No matter how hard I cussed that stupid thing, it still was not worth a damn.
So I guess it does matter how brazen the politicrats are …
And I’m kinda-sorta curious, in a scared sort of way, about “orgasmic-induced dementia”.
You didn’t hear about the White House half-day conference on this problem in late January? Some people are saying that this could become as big a problem as the Meth epidemic – especially since the ingredients are not yet effectively restricted by the DEA.
I have heard that there is some legislation proposed to create a new agency to grapple with this problem, but I don’t have the specific number for the bill in the House of Representatives. I was told that the entire delegation from Alabama is expected to co-sponsor the bill, thus turning it into a bipartisan juggernaut. The preamble to the legislation is said to be especially moving.
Unfortunately, I cannot provide further insight into your question vis-a-vis O-induced dementia. This site might be viewed in Utah, where disclosing such information to unbelieving females under the age of Social Security eligibility is a felony. I will have to consult with counsel before replying.
Jim, I have got to stop coming by here when I’m drinking — anything!
OK, but just remember what I said about doing background checks on mountain men selling moonshine. If they can’t tell the difference between grain alcohol and wood alcohol, it doesn’t matter how pretty the jar is.
http://www.montgomerycountymd.gov/apps/policenews/press/DisplayInfo.cfm?ItemID=2378
The above link from Larry Ruane has further details on the Bush advisor arrest.
Correction: This was not the same Target store that I occasionally use. But that dumbbell rack was still an unholy piece of crap.
Yep. I got that covered.
And am I the only one who doesn’t grok Target? I’ve only been the stores a few times, but it’s always struck me as a neater version of WalMart.
Checking Wikipedia, it says that grok means “to achieve complete intuitive understanding.” The word rhymes with crock, which or may not be a good sign.
I’m not endorsing Target per se. However, it is one of the first discount superstores to open nearby here.
It is refreshing to get boarhawged less often at the cash register at Target than at other local stores.
However, this Target store sells neither beer nor guns, and thus can have no pretense to being full-service.
Grok is from the Heinlein classic, Stranger in a Strange Land, so its rhyming with crock doesn’t bother me. I understand your perceived benefits from patronizing Target, and they do seem to have better quality merchandise than WalMart, generally speaking (at least, the brand names Target carries in kitchenware are higher-end). What I don’t like is all the data-gathering these stores like to do. I’ll admit that I’m not sure how much of that Target does.
My favorite grocery store of all time was one in the Wyoming town I lived in; half of the store was a sporting goods shop. One could buy eggs, milk, bread, beer, etc. and then go to the other side and get ammo for pretty much anything, including a Grizzly Win-Mag. Hell, you could even buy guns there. Sweet, sweet setup.
Sunni – I’ll take your word on the kitchenware.
The Wyoming store sounds very convenient – assuming that their beer selection was as good as their ammo selection.
Since you’re talking about beer, I thought you’d like to know that ‘grok’ is literally Martian for ‘to drink’ (well, according to Heinlein anyway).
I’ve never had Martian beer, but it could not be any worse than the pride of Pennsylvania – Rolling Rock.