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J.D. Bares His Claws At Childless Cat Ladies

My cat, Karma

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you, J.D. Vance, for opening my eyes to the dangers of childless cat ladies.

How clever they’ve been! Masquerading as harmless, even caring, while insidiously spreading their status-obsessed misery to the rest of us. If this sounds confusing, since childless cat ladies are not known for their obsession with status, let J.D. explain.

Childless cat ladies “are miserable in their own lives and want to make the rest of the country miserable, too,” he told Tucker Carlson on Fox News. https://www.foxnews.com/video/6359536060112

“They live in one-bedroom apartments in New York City. They’re obsessed with status, wealth, fortunes.

“They hate normal Americans for choosing family over these ridiculous DC and New York status games.

“If you’re a miserable cat lady, you should not force your misery on the rest of the country.”

Until J.D. went on to point it out, I had not realized that Democrats and corporate oligarchs are childless cat ladies. Or that such people live in one-bedroom apartments.

“For a healthy ruling class,” he said, we need leaders with children. Those without children “have no personal and direct stake in the country.”

Wow! I didn’t realize how close I’d come to falling into that trap. I’m childless, a Democrat and a cat owner. Even worse, I used to work as a newspaper reporter. The only thing that saves me (besides J.D.’s clear-eyed and brave revelation) is that I also own a dog.

But she’s not the kind of canine you’d expect a real woman to own – not a robust family protector but a 30-pound lap lover named Sugar.

She and Karma are buddies.

Gosh, “Karma” sounds a lot like “Kamala,” doesn’t it?

Save me, J.D.!

 

 

 

 

Next on tap – the Chinese Museum of Clean Air?

The sign beneath this outdoor water pump at the Beijing Museum of Tap Water supposedly warns visitors not to drink the water.

The sign beneath this outdoor water pump at the Beijing Museum of Tap Water supposedly warns visitors not to drink the water.

China, you may have heard, has been on a building blitz of gigantic proportions. Apartment buildings, skyscrapers, business parks, gated communities, monuments, museums, theme parks – all the infrastructure needed for burgeoning masses of proletarians turned consumers.

Among all these oversized projects is the humble Beijing Museum of Tap Water. It’s a most peculiar choice of museum subject, given that nobody in that huge, populous country enjoys plumbing that delivers potable water.

That’s right. No drinkable tap water in the whole country.

Even after it’s boiled, there’s too much sediment to drink the stuff. Even with filters, it’s too risky to imbibe.  No filter can eliminate all the pollutants coming out of Chinese faucets, which include sewage, heavy metals, lead, rust, nitrates, nitrites, bacteria, viruses, parasites and extreme levels of chlorine.

According to the website China.org.cn, the museum’s tap-water objects “… are presented in front of the visitors who will truly understand that tap water is hard-earned.”

Imagine what sort of exhibits might be displayed in a Chinese Museum of Clean Air – photos of skylines doctored to scrub away the murky fog that passes for air, an assortment of face masks and sets of lungs blackened simply by breathing. 

When is it okay to say nigger?

Paula DeenAs we all know now, Paula Deen, the doyenne of deep-fried cooking, has turned her career into toast. Blackened it, one might say, with a series of scorching admissions about her use of the word “nigger” and her proposal to throw a plantation-themed party with African Americans portraying slaves.

Amid the uproar, pundits, newscasters and bloggers routinely used the prettified phrase “N-word” when referring to the racist slur Deen slung around. The cautious resort to a euphemism isn’t the most effective teaching tool for conveying how objectionable the term is. If we’re too delicate to even say the word, how can we possibly educate the unenlightened?

Imagine trying to teach sex education using only “the I-word.”

As distasteful as Ms. Deen’s bigotry is, the rabid reactions of her defenders are downright astounding. To those who insist they “don’t understand” why Deen’s attitudes are so harmful, try this little exercise.

Imagine she was accused of disparaging fat people. She goes on TV to protest her innocence. Instead of saying (as she did) that one of her employees is black and asking him to come on out even though he might be hard to see because he’s as dark as the background of the stage set, let’s say she told him “Come on out here, if you can get through the door, and show people how fat you are.”

Or, let’s take the plantation-party plan a step further. Why didn’t it occur to Ms. Deen to suggest including some light-skinned slaves who look an awful lot like Ol’ Massa, played by her brother Bubba and some relatives with spray-on tans? And an overseer with a big whip? And a pack of baying bloodhounds?

Guess that didn’t fit into the happy slaves theme, and unhappy slaves would be no fun at all, y’all.