One of the most important things we should teach our kids is how to dail 911 when emergencies require it.
Knowing how to dail 911 should, obviously, be taught before spelling. When is the last time spelling saved a life? That’s right. Never.
Just as I was responding to yet another passionate comment on my criticism of Boy Scout exclusionary policies. Just as I was reading another suggestion for me to form my own organization and get the hell out of “theirs.” Ken at Popehat arrives to make me feel a little bit better about my shameful advocacy for inclusion, my disgusting request that an organization which purports to have high ideals live those same ideals, and my odious support for those who are attempting to rip the United States to shreds.
Here’s the video. Thanks, Ken.
PS: Just so you know, I had the chance to complete two surveys for the Boy Scouts. One was as a Boy Scout parent (the one I discussed in a previous post), and the other was as a Boy Scout “alumnus.” So, I got two votes. I bet that makes some people angry, but not the right amount of angry.
I get to see “GI Joe: Retaliation” tonight. Please try not to be jealous because you must wait until the 28th to see this soon-to-be-Academy-Award-winning film about the realities of military service.
Why me? Being an award-winning blawger has certain perks.
The first statement is strong, and stands alone:
“Look, guy, I have questions, and it’s against the law for you to not answer my calls.”
I hope he calls 911 to report me to the proper authorities.
The next statement needs a bit of explanation. When we are particularly busy on a case or project, our answering service allows us to screen voicemails while they are left and even listen to a bit of the chatter BEFORE the beep prompting a particular caller to begin a message. Listening to what is said prior to the beep can be very illuminating.
A recent call went something like this:
(potential client apparently talking to his wife or significant other prior to the tone) “This motherfucker better answer my questions. Some broad there wrote me back and…BEEP…Yes, my name is (name), and I’m looking for a lawyer for my case. If you could give me a call back, that would be great. My number is (number). Thank you so much.”
I won’t be returning the call, but my paralegal thoroughly enjoyed being called a “broad.”
Kansas City Mayor Sly James continues his state of the city address with aplomb.
Notice that he didn’t even flinch.