Day: November 26, 2007

The right of the people to run red lights shall not be infringed

Do you believe red-light cameras violate your right to privacy, but can’t find a convincing arguement against them? A Knoxville resident has tested their safety with his .30-06 high powered rifle.

.30-06 Rifles: the tools for this important experiment
The result: Red light cameras are typically encased in “bullet resistant” housings that cannot stop a high-powered rifle round. The camera’s lens was shattered, rendering the camera incapable of ticketing.

Finding: The plating used on the red light camera increases the possibility of ricochet damage from small arms fire to nearby homes and businesses.

So if you can’t argue your constitutional right to run red lights, you can argue against the cameras’ safety to the community, thanks to the Second Amendment. For more information, contact your local chapter of the Rick Snee Antidisestablismentarian Militia.

Suck it, Aibo

Even though I have yet to watch Battlestar Galactica (despite the pressuring of others), even I know that as impressive as it is, the marketing department may be a little shy of the Cylon-esque armor at the end. The best part of the video though? The way the narrator says “exoskeleton” as if it was the single most awesome thing ever….

…..cuz it is.

Watch out for that sky!

Buchanan’s back and brings tidings of, well, bleakness.  This blog normally doesn’t care about Pat’s endeavors, but his new book made Drudge’s top post of the day.

Among Pat’s latest fears are Mexicans in Mexico, Mexicans crossing our borders, Mexicans becoming American citizens and Mexicans in America. How high do Mexicans rank on the Patented Buchanan Crap-Your-Pants-ometer? Higher than the Russians, the Chinese and the entire Middle East. This includes the belief that El Guapo will build a nice villa in the southwest and claim it for May-hee-co.

And this is the comfort of fringe-conservatism: if the American sky is a second story window, then brown people are holding the stickball bat.

Land of the free, home of the protestors

After awarding Albert Snyder nearly $11 million in damages for having his son’s military funeral protested by members of Westboro Baptist Church, it is possible that there could be a reverse ruling in favor of the church due to First Ammendment and religious freedom protection.

For some, the ultimate sacrifice is to die for your country. For others, the ultimate devotion to God is mocking and protesting your funeral if you do choose to die for your country.

The McBournie Minute: Moving again

Do not adjust your monitors. What you are looking at is indeed the new SeriouslyGuys.com. Welcome. The Guys would like to thank Julie Brennan for all of her hard work in making it happen. We’d be happy to hear any thoughts you have on the new layout.

As I mentioned in the past, helping friends move is a huge pain in the hindquarters. Yes, pointing out the obvious is kind of my thing. However, the best part about helping a friend move is that they owe you big time, and you can rightfully hold it over their heads until their debt is paid.

Recently, I moved. I took a new job about an hour and half away from my previous location, and had to get a new apartment. For several weeks, I spent my evenings putting my life into boxes and trying not to sneeze at the dust, for you see, I am not big on the whole cleanliness thing. But the best part was I got to call in that favor, like the Godfather, to the friend I helped move. He was honor-bound to assist me.

Moving out wasn’t that hard. Everything was in boxes, except for the furniture and such, and everything was going downstairs. It was not until later we realized the great folly of thinking it would be the same case for moving into my new apartment on the fourth floor of a building without an elevator. Ouch.

Suddenly, everything we carried, especially the large furniture which required the skill of a contortionist on the turns, was roughly 80,000 times heavier than it had been. After moving the stuff indoors, I got to look forward to taking every single object I spent weeks putting away back out of the boxes, like a sick, tiresome Christmas Day.

As of yet, I have not fully healed from the injuries I sustained in moving. My thighs are still covered in Technicolor bruises and my forearms are scratched up. I have, however regained the ability to grasp things without wincing. Things are looking up.