American Elephants


Blogging Will Return! Sorry About That. by The Elephant's Child

Sorry about the light blogging. Taxes! Thought I was all done, and oops! Discovered a major mistake and had to do it all over. Done, proofread twice and once again just to be sure, mailed.

It will be nice to get back to commenting on the insanity going on. Apparently the American schooling system ranks down around 7th or 8th, and Finland has the best schooling system in the world. So what are they doing that we are not?

We are clearly deficient in history, or college students (College students!!) wouldn’t be trying to eliminate statues and names of buildings and portraits of past heroes. Who neglected to tell them that history is simply a record of what happened, valuable because it is only by looking at history that we can decide what to think and how to face the future.

They clearly have no familiarity with the past whatsoever. We’ve had surveys that may not be true that large numbers of millennials are unfamiliar with the Holocaust, and supposedly don’t know that the earth is actually round. You have to suspect that to be nonsense, but on the other hand college students clearly do not understand freedom of speech nor do they understand why one should have to listen to anyone speak with words that hurt one’s feelings.

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How To Catch the Easter Bunny by The Elephant's Child

You need some preparations first. The Easter bunny comes in the early morning hours, right at dawn, when the sun is just coming up and the dew is still shining on the grass. You have to find a likely spot which seems as if it might be a bunny path. You will require a standard bushel basket, a long straight stick of kindling, and a good strong straight pin or slender nail. And you will need a nice fresh young carrot with its greens still intact.

You must set up the trap the night before Easter, just when it is about to get dark. Turn the bushel basket upside down, and prop up one side with the stick of kindling. Attach the carrot so it hangs on the front of the stick of kindling. You many have to take the kindling out and attach the carrot with a hammer.  It must be well attached, and yet still look enticing. When the Easter bunny comes hopping along, he will spot the carrot right away. Bunnies cannot resist nice fresh carrots. When he takes a bite of the carrot, the stick of kindling will fall, and the bushel basket will fall on top of the bunny, and he is captured.

Then he needs only love and care.  Bunnies are particularly fond of carrots, of course, and soda crackers, and rabbit chow, grass and clover.

It always worked for me. You can tell if it is the real Easter bunny because he will have a blue ribbon around his neck.

ADDENDUM: We  had two bunnies in our yard yesterday. They were big and brown. I think they live in the shrubs on the slope behind the house.

 



How’s Socialism Doing in Venezuela? by The Elephant's Child



The Danger Islands and 1.5 Million Penguins by The Elephant's Child

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In one of the most remote places on Earth, there are 1.5 million Adélie Penguins enjoying their own private island, completely unknown to  humanity. There they are on the Antarctica’s Danger Islands—something like 750,000 pairs of penguins. There were fears that perhaps the penguin population was declining rapidly due to climate change. Uh huh.

The islands are incredibly remote, surrounded by thick sea ice, and essentially hidden from the world. In this amazing world, there are still real surprises. New species are being discovered all the time. There are unexplored places. Many new things are popping up in NASA satellite images. In this case it was penguin poop.

Here’s the article. And there’s a video. The photograph above is by Tom Hart/Oxford University/Penguin Watch.



Visit Steven Hayward’s Week in Pictures. You Deserve a Good Laugh! by The Elephant's Child

Every week at Powerline, Steven Hayward does a roundup of “The Week In Pictures.” This week we seem to have been even funnier than usual.  It has indeed been an interesting week, and American cartoonists had a rousing good time.



Fixing the Date by The Elephant's Child

A bit of advice for the New Year. Take a sheet of scratch paper, and write 2018 at least 25 times, more if you feel it’s worthwhile. It may keep you from entering 2017 every time you have to write a date. On checks, it’s a pain in the neck. Will it work? Dunno, but it’s worth a try. I usually spend a month getting it wrong.



The Trials and Tribulations of American Elephants by The Elephant's Child


Aside from being exhausted from all the Christmas preparation and execution, I managed to poison my cat. She shares the general markings of this cat, but it is not a picture of her, and honest, I didn’t do it on purpose.

We got some ornamental plants for Christmas, and I left one on the kitchen table while trying to find a stand for it, and Scarlett took a bite. I removed cat from table, shut her in the bathroom to sleep it off, where she has a basket, kitty litter, drinking water and peace and quiet.

When I went to check, she had decorated the entire bathroom except for the ceiling and medicine cabinet with the most spectacular case of diarrhea ever seen. Called the after hours vet, got the number for animal poison control, looked up the plant online.

The online sources I found were mostly neither comprehensive nor authoritative. Called poison control, they said $65 please, here’s your case# and take her to your vet in the morning and your vet can call this number.

She got shots, one an opioid for the pain which has made her really loopy, and there we are. She’ll be loopy for at least another day or two. Setback for her treatment for gastrointestinal problems. Another $200+

Why, you might ask did I call a black cat Scarlett? First page of Gone With the Wind, + the fact that she’s a real bitch. My other cat is twice her size and is daily reminded that Scarlett rules the roost, and it to be obeyed at all times. Such is life among the elephants.

ADDENDUM: The picture of the cat who was not mine prompted a memory of another cat story from 2010, memorable because it was hysterically funny. Comic relief to my day. It’s the story of “Missing Missy, “which may not even be true, but worth reading the whole thing because it gets funnier and funnier. It went viral at the time.




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