Seems like Mr. Neuer could have used a few of those classes, though. Even if they didn’t relieve his stress sufficiently to keep the locals from mistaking him for a murderer fresh from a kill, it would have improved his flexibility when he needed to dive under the furniture or moonwalk for the SWAT team…

* Alas, not my funny: credit must go to the indefatigable Terry Pratchett.

I’m just saying: something doesn’t add up here.

Actually, the more I think about this “ballistic elephants in china shops” scenario, the less plausible it seems. It doesn’t smell right. That’s why I’ve been putting it to the empirical test, using a cardstock trebuchet, a brass-paperweight elephant, and the jewellery shop across the road. And I was right… it just doesn’t work in practice. Another MSM fabrication.

Anyway, officer, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

MIkey, that results in what we in the trade refer to as “a whoa-fuck moment”.

Since we’re on the subject of ballistae, they would probably have to use a siege onager (so-called because it kicked like a donkey), which was the largest siege weapon.

Mind you, the bloody thing would create a bit of disorder in a china shop even without the elephant. With the elephant, you’d be picking pachyderm paste out of your filigree for months.

what happens to the equation when you add 1000%?
Now you’re just being hyperbolic.

Dammit, there’s never a mathematician around when you need one. Usually the place is lousy with ‘em.

Qetesh? If a ballistic trajectory can be described mathematically as a parabola, what happens to the equation when you add 1000%?

mikey

I think a naval steam catapult would do it. As a bonus, it would make a huge splash.

What is “1000%” ballistic, anyway? Ten times the ballisticity?

http://userscripts.org/scripts/show/13541

It doesn’t add pie, but does make usage easier.

But, you know, if Hillary Clinton and her globalistic communistojihadofeministifascists is elected, then just how long do you think it will be before the Sino-Russo-Blue Helmet forces are patrolling our streets and forcing us all to, well, you know the routine.

The New Hampshire campaign manager for Steve Forbes’s Republican Presidential run was arrested last month on charges of pulling a gun on another man at a bar, and resigned the next day, the Forbes campaign has confirmed.

An affidavit by the arresting officer said the 37-year-old campaign official, Peter Robbio, was at a Manchester saloon called the Black Brimmer on April 16 when, by the account of another customer there, Mr. Robbio bumped him and the two exchanged words. The affidavit quoted the other customer, Raul Gonzalez, as saying Mr. Robbio had then walked a few feet away and drawn a handgun, which he displayed but did not aim at Mr. Gonzalez.

Robbio is now an agent for religious writers such as Joel C. Rosenberg.

Yeah, I’m sure that’s part of it. But that still doesn’t explain the sheer pants-wetting terror that some right-wingers seem to have about the UN, the whole “Black Helicopters” fantasy, the fear of “a highway from Canada to Mexico”, etc.

I think it might ultimately be an expression of Xenophobia, or maybe fear of losing power. Like the UN is a foreign thing, yet supposedly has some power over the US, and this makes them terrified. Fear of a world-empire that will “take them over”. Fear that they will have even less power than now.

None of it’s realistic, as the UN is mostly controlled by the US now, and, frankly, the forces that are taking away their economic power now have nothing to do with the UN. It’s fear, powerlessness, and xenophobia twisting around in a feverish dance, in their minds, I think.

Far be it for me to call into question the blazing intelligence and razor-sharp satirical insight for which right-wing trolls are known, but do we suppose Kevin realizes that it’s actually the bit AFTER the “shorter” title that’s meant to be funny, not the title itself?

I can just see Kevvie at a comedy club. “Why did the chicken cross the road?” asks the warm-up act. “What’s so funny about that?” shrieks Kevin, before the punchline can be delivered. Then he storms out.