Much Ado About Not Much
Substitute ‘Damn’ every time you’re inclined to write ‘very;’ your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.
Mark Twain
PETA: The Swordfish On The Plate In Front Of You Is Actually A “Sea Kitten.” How Could You!?!
Oh, PETA. Excellent cause. And so well-argued. But hey, cute fishie graphic. I myself like my sea kittens grilled and marinated with rosemary and basil-infused olive oil. Preferably fresh out of…
“Today’s commercial fishers use massive ships the size of football fields and advanced electronic equipment and satellite communications to track fish. These enormous vessels can stay out at sea for as long as six months, storing thousands of tons of fish onboard in massive freezer compartments. Commercial fishing has become a big business…commercial fishers kill hundreds of billions of animals every year—far more than any other industry.”
Oh, PETA. Excellent cause. And so well-argued. Fishing is such a “big business” in the United States these days that the average fisherman brings home $28,280 a year and works in the occupation with the highest rate—by far—of fatalities on the job in the entire country. Commercial fishing is so gargantuan, in fact, that in 2007, it contributed just $34.2 billion to the United States GNP, which I think doesn’t even warrant it a single percentage point.
But hey, cute fishie graphic. I myself like my sea kittens grilled and marinated with rosemary and basil-infused olive oil. Preferably fresh out of Nantucket Sound. Oh wait! There’s only one commercial dragger left there. Damn.
“Today’s commercial fishers use massive ships the size of football fields and advanced electronic equipment and satellite communications to track fish. These enormous vessels can stay out at sea for as long as six months, storing thousands of tons of fish onboard in massive freezer compartments. Commercial fishing has become a big business…commercial fishers kill hundreds of billions of animals every year—far more than any other industry.”
Oh, PETA. Excellent cause. And so well-argued. Fishing is such a “big business” in the United States these days that the average fisherman brings home $28,280 a year and works in the occupation with the highest rate—by far—of fatalities on the job in the entire country. Commercial fishing is so gargantuan, in fact, that in 2007, it contributed just $34.2 billion to the United States GNP, which I think doesn’t even warrant it a single percentage point.
But hey, cute fishie graphic. I myself like my sea kittens grilled and marinated with rosemary and basil-infused olive oil. Preferably fresh out of Nantucket Sound. Oh wait! There’s only one commercial dragger left there. Damn.
Meet Radiance and Rosebud and their parents, Renaissance and Renegade.
Malia and Sasha Obama’s Secret Service code names were released today, and honestly, you know Amy “Dynamo” Carter and Chelsea “Energy” Clinton are totes jealous. What are we, harkening back to the days of Camelot, when Caroline and John Jr. were the rhapsodically christened “Lyric” and “Lark”?
Actually, the Obama girls snagged themselves some recycled Republican monikers: Maureen “Rosebud” Reagan, the president’s daughter, and his daugher-in-law Doria “Radiant” Reagan tried them on for size back in the 80s. At least the Secret Service did better by their parents, “Renaissance” Michelle and “Renegade” Barack, whose idiot predecessor was baptized—SIGH—”Tumbler.”
tum·bler: \ˈtəm-blər\
Surely…surely I can’t be the only one who thinks this a…a bit much.