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A “wife test”, circa 1930. It apparently also gives them “merits” if they “react with pleasure and delight to marital congress”.

I heard an old comedy routine on the Bob and Tom Show this morning that didn’t blame women if they didn’t because “there’s this big, fat, sweaty guy on top of you.”

I guess women’s revenge is that they now write magazines like Maxim and Men’s Health. I do, however, appreciate a nice darned sock.

The Kansas Board of Regents prevents that which has already been prevented:

TOPEKA | Kansas colleges and universities must make their campuses weapon-free and conduct criminal background checks before hiring any full-time employee, the Board of Regents decided Wednesday.

The board unanimously approved the two policies at its monthly meeting.

The weapons policy calls for the schools to post no-weapons signs at the entrance to each building on campus and to include the policy in the student code of conduct and on housing contracts.

Kansas law allows concealed weapons, but colleges and universities can prohibit them on campus by posting signs. Without the sufficient signage, a person licensed to carry a concealed weapon cannot be prosecuted. Missouri law prohibits concealed firearms on college or university property.

The carrying of any weapons, concealed or otherwise, on State of Kansas property has always been and remains banned. Nothing about the Kansas concealed-carry law — SB 418 in the 2006 session, passed over the veto of the Vice-President of All Our Hearts — changes that. The line in bold is just simply false in this circumstance.

I wondered whether or not these signs were an empty, showy gesture. Now I know.

“We still have a robust staff of folks who have the resources to do their jobs,” he said. “Where we go in this digital age is that we have to get through these times and look at our structure.

“On the Internet, I can sum up our strategy in two words: Grow faster. That’s where a lot of people are finding us. What I’m really encouraged by is that we’re the McClatchy leader in readership growth and revenue growth online in the last year.”

Fannin said The Star — and many other media outlets — are in a process of reinventing themselves. “It’s challenging times for newspapers,” he said.

McClatchy is the nation’s third-largest newspaper company, with 30 daily newspapers, about 50 nondailies, and direct marketing and direct-mail operations.

The Star is the latest unit in the chain to make staff reductions, with many newspapers offering buyout deals to cut costs.

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McClatchy’s stock has lost two-thirds of its value on this day last year, and posted a first-quarter loss. Their corporate credit rating is slightly better than that of a crack whore.¹ McClatchy owns not only the Star but the Wichita Eagle as well.

I hate to say this², but the era of the newspaper is over.

1. which I guess means they would have qualified for a $250,000 home loan two years ago. [↩]
2. actually, no, I don’t. I don’t think it’s a bad thing. [↩]

As Japanese entertainment goes, this one has it all: twitch graphics, Engrish, and bizarre obsession with bodily functions. Don’t miss the farting techniques, which includes such things as “techniques of continue to fart almost endlessly!” Also, visit the gallery of recorded fart sounds — there are hundreds.

And of course, fart stories:

In the childhood, I believe, everyone is thinking of making a fart bottle.
The fart bottle is a bottle filled with fart.

There was no exception for me.
I was always wondering if I could make the fabulous bottle.
I thought to myself “If I make the fart bottle,
I can make people smell my farts anytime. It’ so cool!”
It was the time when I was in the fourth grade.
In those days, the star sand was really popular in Japan.
The star sand is the sand each grain of which is star-shaped,
and was sold filled in a little bottle at that time.
My sister kept one, but she threw it away in her room
because she lost any interest of it.
I found it and put it in my pocket secretly.

The bottle was corked, and 4 cm height.
I exclaimed with joy “That’s it. That’s it.”
Immediately, I made up my mind to invent the fart bottle
that I had been longed for.
I picked the cork jar, throw the sand away,
farted into the empty bottle, and corked quickly.
This bottle was the marvelous one than I had expected.
I jumped with joy again and again.
I made one and smelled it repeatedly many times.
However, soon I came to think that
I wanted the others to taste this bottle,
and I managed to do it.
As I expected, everyone got disgusted,
and frowned, which delighted me.

I ate a cup of pinto beans for dinner. I might cut a Greatest Hits album later.

1. Would it be possible to arrange a Presidential candidate that isn’t BFFs with a subhuman lowlife? Obama has Bill Ayers, the Clintons have… how many?, and John McCain has the Keating Five and G. Gordon Liddy.

2. Dude: G. Gordon Liddy? He is still alive?

Our political class, that is:

This tiff over gas and oil taxes only highlights the intellectual policy confusion – or perhaps we should say cynicism – of our politicians. They want lower prices but don’t want more production to increase supply. They want oil “independence” but they’ve declared off limits most of the big sources of domestic oil that could replace foreign imports. They want Americans to use less oil to reduce greenhouse gases but they protest higher oil prices that reduce demand. They want more oil company investment but they want to confiscate the profits from that investment. And these folks want to be President?

Although I consider not listening to Robert Reich to be a virtue, Hillary — and everyone else who supports the federal gas tax moratorium/holiday/whatever they’re calling it — is wrong.

Anyway, just add them to the list of the millions in this country who don’t understand economics.