Comments: I Don't Get It

Don't fall for this cunning decoy spam! It is a trap devised by Rove's lawyers who know you are close to revealing the identity of "Official A".

Posted by mk at October 30, 2005 10:27 PM

Sometimes I feel that there's just no percentage in attributing rational motivation to human behavior, various von Misean economists notwithstanding.

George W. Bush was elected to public office. More than once. I mean, once is almost understandable. Just enough Texans either resented being governed by a woman or thought that the George Bush on the ballot was the former president (hey, we can have a president as governor. kick ass!). The second time - alright, so just enough people are uptight about a president getting some on the side to make the election a prudery issue. The third time - sorry, ain't no excuse imaginable gonna rationally justify that.

Posted by cavjam at October 30, 2005 10:28 PM

mk,

Actually...I was just about to reveal that "Official A" was Scooter's boss. I.e., Kermit the Frog.

cavjam,

I once told my father how I thought human beings never acted rationally. He said, "I disagree. Certainly part of human decision-making is based on rationality. It might be as much as 5%."

Posted by Jonathan Schwarz at October 30, 2005 10:49 PM

this reminds me of a post about sp** that I want to write, or at least post since I've actually written it, called "in praise of sp**..." but my friend Arvin Hill advised me against it, since I'd probably get all sorts of unwanted attention, and of course he was (and is) right. Maybe someday I'll tell you about it.

Of course I often do crazy stuff to provoke attention and/or thought that people interpret as they will*...

perhaps I should temper it. Yes, definitely temper it.

*ok, mainly attention.

Posted by Jonathan Versen at October 30, 2005 10:49 PM

I put my neighbor's dog on the ballot once, for mine inspector. No one at all was running for the office and I thought the opportunity was too good to miss. The votes were counted by Diebold scanners, however, and as luck would have it I was elected mine inspector.

Did my neighbor's dog have a paw in that? Whatever the case, it remains a mystery. I had to flee the state soon after the election. I didn't even have time to gauge how much of a shakedown I could get away with.

Posted by Non-Blonde Rotarian at October 30, 2005 10:55 PM

It's probably prank spam, I could care less.

Posted by En Ming Hee at October 31, 2005 06:51 AM

How comes it that the dog has a different last name than the owner?

"God never closes a window without opening a labrodoor..."

Posted by cp at October 31, 2005 07:15 AM

I am reminded of the Simpsons episode where the exasperated Sunday school teacher tells Bart and Milhous that dogs don't go to heaven--and neither do cave men. But she's stumped as to whether a robot with a human brain would.
I wonder if a labrodoor with a human brain could get into heaven? Hmm.

Posted by clete at October 31, 2005 07:52 AM

Spam is a mystery. Grief is canned meat.

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"Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall down an open sewer and die."
--Mel Brooks

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Dogs are dependable. People are funny.

But most of them are as honest as they know how to be...

Most of the time.

Posted by Mike at October 31, 2005 08:28 AM

Did you know that spam is a contraction of "spiced ham"? Actually, "spam" is a contraction of "sp'am" which is a contraction of "spiced ham." And the spices are sugar and salt.

Posted by mistah charley at October 31, 2005 12:57 PM

Ah yes, Mistah Charley, but the use of the word Spam as we know it today stems from the Monty Python sketch about the annoying Vikings...

Posted by En Ming Hee at November 1, 2005 10:06 AM

All dogs are democrats. Willing to stand, to a dog,
in the service of their masters' perceived whims.

On the other hand, cats, those aloof and singularly
individualistic beasts, are republican to the bone.
They could care less about the commonweal, prefering to torture and then dine on the hapless mouse.

All dogs go to heaven. Where cats go remains yet another of life's mysteries.

Posted by Jesus B. Ochoa at November 1, 2005 12:31 PM