Trolling for kitty


Okay, so … shake off the cobwebs, confess to a couple of slow weeks, and get on with it. I mean, you know how it goes, right? It’s an election year, politics are tiring, and I can only make so many jokes about Budweiser.

Really, you should have seen my attempt to make a joke about red and blue states. Maybe you will. If, that is, I ever finish the post.

Yeah. Talk about things getting out of hand.

And speaking of things out of hand, there comes this gem via News.com:

Saudi Arabia’s religious police have banned selling cats and dogs or exercising them in public in the Saudi capital, because of men using them as a means of making passes at women.

Othman al-Othman, head of the Commission for the Promotion of Virtue and the Prevention of Vice in Riyadh, known as the Muttawa, told the Saudi edition of al-Hayat the commission had started enforcing an old religious edict ….

…. The reason behind reinforcing the edict now was a rising fashion among some men using pets in public “to make passes on women and disturb families”, he said.

Mr Othman said the commission had instructed its offices in the capital to tell pet shops “to stop selling cats and dogs”.

One of the great challenges of diversity is the question of whether it should be self-nullifying. In other words, what respect do we owe an asshole who won’t be happy until everyone else is an asshole, too?

Small dogs and astroturf


A number of things come to mind. Foremost, of course, is a simple question: What the hell?

In the first place, it is not so much that I hate small dogs as I just, um … er … yeah. I’ll figure out how to finish that sentence in rewrite. Or maybe not. On the cosmic level, of course, I try not to hate anything. And, true enough, I doubt you will ever see me going out of my way to kick a small dog or anything, but the things could, in the end, be deal breakers. They’re among the things that make a potential lover unattractive. Small dog owners are one-nighters, not potential relationships. Maybe there’s some Darwinian aspect about it, a manifestation of natural selection at work: These two people should not mate.

Terrified Chihuahuas race for everyone's amusement.  (Alan Berner/Seattle Times)I won’t even start on the crazy woman at the Lynnwood Park & Ride who had a small dog in a sweater and a chihuahua in a … in a … well, it looked like a freakin’ purse for carrying a chihuahua. A dog-satchel. And, yes, she was crazy. But she actually had a boyfriend, although he seemed to like to hang at the edge of earshot, smoking cigarettes and staring sullenly in the other direction.
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