Big League Marketing

[Background music: Upbeat jingle] Announcer: Budweiser presents... Real People of Genius! (Real People of Genius!) Announcer: Today we salute you, oh Avante Garde marketing team and Pile o' Bones behind the Beers and Braids Workshop! (Oh, what were they thinking?) Announcer: You saw a simple act of bonding between a father and daughter and said if Budweiser can make questionable decisions, "Hold my beer, we can make this better!" (Hold my beer!) Announcer: Who needs genuine connections and meaningful moments when you can have ice cold brewskis and tangled hair? (Hey, it's all about priorities!) Announcer: Because what better way to teach your kids about quality time than by relying on alcohol and beverage options for all ages? (One workshop fits all!) (Here kid,have a juice box!) Announcer: You've truly elevated the art of superficial bonding. Forget deep conversations or heartfelt activities, it's all about brews and braids! (Cheers to that!) Announcer: So here's to you, dear marketing team, for reminding us that nothing says "Father's Day" like beer in hand and a messy hairdo. 🍻 (We salute you!) Announcer: Budweiser, raising a glass to the real geniuses behind questionable marketing strategies. (Welcome to the big leagues) Please Drink Responsibly

Is this hypocritical? Yes.

Today people won't go to an unvaccinated doctor, for their own protection.

Yesterday they took their communicable disease to the same unvaccinated doctor, for their own protection.

#healthcareheroes are #STILLHEROES

How much classroom prep time should armed teachers devote to firearms training?

The "Farnam Drill" is shot against a 8.5"x11" sheet of paper at 10 yards. The shooter starts with a concealed, holstered, handgun loaded with 4 live rounds and one dummy round and a spare magazine with 3 rounds. On the buzzer the shooter draws and shoots until there is a stoppage, clears the malfunction and shoots the gun empty, performs a speed reload, and shoots twice.

According to John Fogh, a reputable firearms instructor, 'Competent' is 100% hits and completing the drill in less than 18 seconds consistently. A good instructor can get you there (or pretty close) in a weekend and less than 1000 rounds. Maintaining that is probably shooting 50 rounds a week.

The latest round of FBI suspect interviews conducted for the third book in the officer assaulted and murdered trilogy, Violent Encounters, it was revealed that those suspects believed that the police officers they shot trained between two and three times a week with their firearms.

In reality, most police departments only train about two times a year, averaging less than 15 hours annually.

In contrast to the frequency of police training, those same suspects revealed that they practiced on average 23 times a year (or almost twice a month) with their handguns.

I once had a firearm instructor tell me that only 20-30% of bullets shot by a cop hit the target.

Tim Dees, retired cop and justice professor said, "Most marksmanship training is conducted on static pistol/rifle ranges, where the targets don’t shoot back and the shooters know well in advance that they are going to shoot. Actual combat shooting is nothing like that. There is some training with paintballs and simulated ammunition that is more realistic (because not making good use of cover gets you hit with projectiles that aren’t deadly, but sting a lot), but it’s expensive and requires special venues and lots of setup.

If you watch videos of police shootings, you’ll see very few carefully aimed shots. The police are usually attacked without warning, and shoot defensively at the threat. The military in combat might aim a little better, but much of their fire is for cover or suppression, intended to make the enemy keep their heads down and denying them effective fire. Police don’t shoot that way. Police have to have a specific target and a specific threat.

Police firearms training in the U.S. is probably as good as it's ever been, but the effective hit ratio isn’t any better than it was in the revolver days, even though a lot more rounds are fired.
Most cops go their entire careers and never fire their weapons outside the pistol range.".

I would hope its the same for armed teachers.

Glass Houses

About 750,000 registered voters in SK gives you a good idea of how many adults there are in our province.
We have about 700 recorded drunk driving incidents per 100,000 people.
That's just the people who get caught in a year.

5,250 people, give or take, and probably well over double that in real life.

You or someone you've ridden with might have done it yourself once or twice.

Speared

I've got a friend that shares everything on social media. And it's all linked together. Whatever gets posted on instagram automatically gets uploaded to Facebook and Twitter and vice versa. Meals, romantic updates, where they are, who they're with and what's going on 24/7.
It's like we're camping together.

Then there's the Facebook Amazon. She's the one that hunts down her prey and then traps the poor bastard in a social media cage.
After deciding on a target, she sights him in and shoots him. Not a kill shot...just a tag. She tags him so other Facebook amazons can see. She'll continue to tag her prey with tranquilizers, subduing it with posts containing pictures of flowers, that she can show him later and ask why don't you send me flowers at work anymore, captioned "best bf evaarrr" and wistful “Pining away for Jordan…I just love you so much I can’t stand it!” posts.

When the quarry eventually gets worn down from getting hit by these posts, similar to Stockholm syndrome he breaks down and likes the posts and wham. He's liked enough posts to build a cage. And he feels safe in it. He went in on his own.

It's capture bonding.
Its a psychological phenomenon in which hostages express empathy and sympathy and have positive feelings toward their captors, sometimes to the point of defending and identifying with the captors.

"Asshole #1 missin u like crazy!
1 second ago • Comment • Like

Asshole #2 likes this.

Asshole #2 Me 2! Can't wait to c u l8r on 2nite, sexy! xoxo ♥

Then she closes the door. Locking it up tight with the ultimate master lock. You can't get this one at Ukrainian Tire. It's the "IN A RELATIONSHIP" lock.
Then, and we've all seen it happen, the poor dumb animal realizes that it's being fed through a slot in the door and one day when she dresses him up and is walking him at an art gallery opening he makes a break for the door.
Then the Facebook Amazon sharpens the posts into spears and impales the head of her victim upon them...moving on to new prey.

The Simple Things

Some things aren't any easier with a smartphone and modern Internet technology. We are over complicating the simplest of  things. It's over civilization.  Did you know you can now buy prepeeled bananas?  Yeah, peeled bananas in a plastic tray with plastic wrap that you peel off the banana to get at the banana. It's overkill all over the place to solve the most basic dilemmas.

Going to a movie,  for example.
I know why you guys subscribe to Netflix...you're the smart ones...Netflix is easy.
 
Going to a movie used to be easy.  You used to look at the paper for a show time and go.
Or you'd call the theatre and get a guy.  You'd ask the guy what's playing. The guy would rattle off the titles.  You'd ask the guy when the next show time for Star Wars, the guy would tell you and you'd go. If you got a busy signal you'd either call the guy back or go to plan A.

Look in the paper and go.

Now you either call the theatre and after circling the drain in their automated phone system for five long years before getting a recording of all the show times with all the details of each show, and the mothers with babies special times, specific features for handi-able clients and deaf people and all the daily Yogen Fruz specials with an invitation to visit their website at www.wastemytime.com for further information and updated local show times.

By the time I've heard all that, the freaking movie is on freaking BluRay disc already.  OR I can use my smart phone,  tablet or PC to go to the website first, but that redirects me to CinemaClock for pop up advertising and a battle to tell it where I am because it is confusing the WiFi info with my phones GPS's info and it thinks I'm looking for movie information in Toronto.

Once I've convinced the menuing system that I'm in Regina and  not Toronto I'm faced with new selections for every theatre and library within 50 miles and have to narrow my search criteria to ultimately find out that Star Wars isn't playing at the IMAX tonight. But that's OK, the whole process took until tomorrow anyways. We're now going to be early for the next show.

That's when you just Netflix and chill.

Emojis Caused the Downfall of Egypt

The Egyptian language wasn't all emojis all the time

The Egyptians had a cursive alphabet and a written language long before Hieroglyphics were invented,  they used it to write contracts and history,  sacred texts and clearly written instructions for doing amazing things like building pyramids and shit.
Then one day along comes some asshole with the first Hieroglyph,  the very first emoji.
That was the beginning of the downfall of Egyptian civilization. Their use exploded onto the scene,  new glyphs being issued every few months so people could dumb themselves down even further with cute combinations like an owl and a bee and an hourglass when they were going to be a couple of days late for some circumcision ceremony or something.

After that it was all downhill for the Egyptians...only the smart people continued to use cursive written language,  and they ended up leaving Egypt to open up bagel shops and diamond cutting businesses around the world. Only the emoji zombies remained and they didn't understand the history and carefully written instructions left for them detailing how to maintain the equipment.

Thousands of years of carefully planned societal order gone to waste just because some low brow son of an Egyptian slave couldn't find the time or creativity to craft a well worded love letter to that hot little slave girl down the Euphrates and sent her a picture of his snake instead.
We’re heading back to ancient Egyptian times...next stop the stone age, and we are going there with a big yellow smiley grin on our faces.