The things that you’ve seen
A-flickerin’ on that screen,
They ain’t necessarily so.

Yet more racist frolics.

We invite these gadgets into our homes without a thought to the implications.

Here’s another lawyer’s opinion (more at the link):

I struggle to see how the Echo evidence is not discoverable. If they have a warrant, they can toss your house. The Echo is part of the house. It’s a thing where information is stored. “Alexa, turn on the hot tub so I can drown this motherf**ker” seems like something that should be used as evidence against you.

You know what the Echo is not? Your wife. I don’t care how sexy the Echo voice is, you have no marital privilege with it. Your expectation of privacy when telling Echo to unlock the murder room should be no more than your expectation of privacy when writing down “I’ma kill that fool” in your diary.

Ursula K. Le Guin:

There are times when you have to speak because silence is betrayal.

Columnist Bob Franken marvels at the bully’s pulpit. A snippet:

When there is something out there that might splatter on his message of Supreme Donald, aka Tweety Bird, he fires off a provocative Twitter barrage, and our infinitesimal attention span is directed toward whatever latest silliness he has launched. Distraction is a great tool.

Image One:  Repeal:  Republicans push ACA in wheelchair to Capitol steps and push it over.  Image Two:  Replace:  Republicans walk away, saying,

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Warning: Language, imagery.

Cordell Faulk visits the Smithsonian’s new National Museum of African American History and Culture. A snippet (follow the link for the rest):

I knew I’d see shackles in the new Smithsonian museum; I was prepared for that. I wasn’t ready for the little ones.

Right there, in all their blunt starkness — above chains used for adults — was a set of shackles used to restrain children during the passage from Africa to the New World. They were just very, very small — unspeakably small. . . .

One more time: When you hear persons lament the “Lost Cause,” ask them this: “What, precisely, was the Cause that was Lost?”

Politeness comes out of the closet.

The victim’s live-in boyfriend told officers he was hanging his coat up on a rack when the gun, a silver Cobra .22-caliber handgun, fell out of a pocket, struck the floor and discharged a round, according to the report.

The victim was standing about 5 feet away and the bullet grazed her head, according to police.

The stupid. It burns.


Elephant sitting on ACA hospital labeled

Via The Bob and Chez Show Blog.

In the Portland Press-Herald, Chet Lunner discusses the difference between “news” and “fake news” (AKA lies). A snippet:

In the typical American newsroom of a mainstream newspaper like the one you’re reading, a reporter will call her sources and write the story that forms from her notes. That draft then goes to the reporter’s editor – in larger newspapers, to another editor or two – before it gets placed on the page. Mistakes like misspellings, unverified assumptions, insertion of opinion or other errors are screened out. Controversial stories get even more stringent review before they see the light of day. And when they make mistakes, journalists admit them and hold themselves accountable.

Here’s how information via Twitter reaches its audience. Somebody types it into their smartphone and hits a button.

Langston Hughes:

We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.

If I never have another January like this one, it will still be one too many.

Honest to Pete, you can’t make this stuff up.