How can one resist Mikey Bustos’s clever, funny reworking of Luis Fonsi’s hit song “Despacito” into an homage to men’s Speedos?
No matter your views on the epic battle between Dr. Dao and United Airlines, you have to admit that it’s made for some wonderful all-American humor.
I continue to be agnostic about the Dr. Dao versus United Airlines kerfuffle, in that I think all concerned behaved badly. The fact that United took advantage of laws allowing overbooking and allowed passengers to board when it already knew it needed states, that Republic (its subcontractor) failed to negotiate a peaceful solution with Dr. Dao, and that Chicago’s airport security was unnecessarily rough is all bad. As Scott Kirwin said in a must-read post here, as competition amongst airlines has diminished, airlines have gotten careless and unforgivably arrogant.
However, Dao’s behavior was also careless and unforgivably arrogant (or maybe insane). His screaming hysterically, running back on the plane, and violently resisting being removed from the flight was simply asking for the police to escalate their force. Once it was inevitable that he was going to be booted, he really needed to yield gracefully and sue later.
That, incidentally, is the same point I’ve made with those videos of ugly arrests involve police and black men or women. Once it’s clear they’ve got you, yield gracefully or you’re in for a world of hurt. That’s not a nice thing to have to say, but it’s true. And what’s true for black Americans is true for the Vietnamese Dr. David Dao.
As best as I can tell, the only person who comes off looking good in this entire debacle is Dao’s attorney, Thomas Demetrio. He did a great, low-key press conference, I was impressed:
There’s been one really wonderful thing to come out of the whole United Airlines debacle, and that’s the collective wit of the American people. Steven Hayward put together a great compilation, but I have a few he didn’t include:
I don’t know how I got on the Genius Pack email list, but I did, and I’m so glad I did. If I hadn’t, I would never have been able to enjoy this wonderful vocabulary error:
Meanwhile, I continue to set up my new computer. My old one, after nine years, was slowly dying. It’s certainly easier to set up computers than it was back in the 1990s, but it’s still time-consuming to download programs, re-authenticate passwords, hunt down misplaced files, etc. I’ll be good to go by later this afternoon, basking in the pleasure of a fast computer that doesn’t crash several times a day.
When Chihuahuas pass a mirror, they don’t see six pounds of a scrawny, pop-eyed rat-like creature. Instead, they see a wolf, red of tooth and claw. And when a Chihuahua owner sees his little dog, he doesn’t see a yappy, nasty, nippy little creature. He sees pure love. Like this:
If it weren’t for Aleksei Goloborodko, last night’s Cirque du Soliel’s production, Luzia, would have been merely a good, although not a great, show. Perhaps after having seen 90% of all Cirque productions since the very first one came to San Francisco, way back in 1984, I’m a bit jaded.
Thinking back to 1984, though, I really do have a specific complaint: Recent productions have backed away from what made the early shows so great: spectacular performances that didn’t have busy backgrounds (as is the case with Ringling’s “three ring” circuses), but that allowed one, instead, to focus on the elegant and creative main performances. Now, though, the performances are incredibly cluttered. I find it difficult to keep track of things, which frustrates me.
Looking at last night’s show, I suspect part of the busy-ness is to hide the fact that Cirque’s acts aren’t as good as they used to be. Why do I say this? Because, for the few phenomenal acts, Cirque did not clutter the stage, thereby allowing the audience to focus tightly on the main events. Such was the case with Aleksei Goloborodko, the contortionist.
Since it’s first show, Cirque has usually included a contortionist in the act. I always find the contortionists’ combination of strength and flexiblity fun to watch. It’s beautiful and spectacularly weird to see people bend and twist their bodies into shapes denied most of us.
Last night’s contortionist act, though, was out of the ordinary even by contortionist standards. Aleksei Goloborodko looked as if he had no bones, only cartilage. He was completely liquid when he performed his act, sinuously twisting and folding his body into a series of pretzel-like shapes that exceed all contortionist acts I’ve seen to date. Here — you can see what I mean:
The coach had put together the perfect team for the Chicago Bears. The only thing that was missing was a good quarterback. He had scouted all the colleges and even the Canadian and European leagues, but he couldn’t find a super athlete who could ensure a Super Bowl win.
Then one night, while watching the news, he saw a war-zone scene in the West Bank. In one corner of the background, he spotted a young Israeli soldier with a truly incredible arm. He threw a hand grenade straight into a 15th story window 100 yards away.
He threw another hand grenade 75 yards away, right into a chimney.
Then he threw another at a passing car going 90 mph.
“I’ve got to get this guy!” the coach said to himself. “He has the perfect arm!”
Baloo and friends, displaying a surprising lack of concern with the fact that Donald Trump is President Elect, demonstrate the art of bear pole dancing.
The truly embarrassing fact is that they have better moves than me.
I have a friend who went to college on a ROTC scholarship and has been an active duty officer for the past thirty-three years. When we last spoke, he told me that, while the new generation of enlistees has great potential, basic training has changed substantially. I forget his exact words, but they were something along the line of “we have to handle them with kid gloves, or we get in trouble.” This funny video would seem to support his sense of a drastically changed military:
As you may know, there is a dog of a movie out the theaters now that purports to be a sequel to the original 1996 version of Independence Day. With the new movie out, College Humor, which sometimes nails things, did an incredibly funny riff on how the various media outlets would respond to the speech that the original fictional President Whitmore gave in the 1996 movie. Don’t be put off by the fact that the first media outlet under attack in this spoof is Fox News. First, it nails Fox’s breathless paranoia. Second, it gets better from there, taking really pointed aim at the Leftist outlets and their pointless political fetishes.
(Sorry I didn’t get more blogging done today. The family ran me ragged. I will be back at my computer tomorrow, though.)
This is utterly charming. I’m amazed at the ingenuity and just as amazed about the dog handler skills that made this a working Rube Goldberg machine, as opposed to an exercise in chaos:
(Hat tip: Earl Aagaard)
This is the last season of The Simpsons and that’s probably a good idea. It’s show its age. Nevertheless, there are occasional sparks of delight, as was the case with the first Simpsons episode to in 2016. As you can see, Homer went Greek:
The episode was silly, but that scene made me smile. A big, big smile.
Homer Simpson, of course, is nothing more than a cartoon character. My question for you is this: How much are you going to smile when it happens in real life?
With Daylight Saving Time almost upon us, Timely has issued one of the funniest PSAs I’ve ever seen. Enjoy it, and don’t forget to set your clocks back an hour this Sunday:
(And I’m I the only one who, when seeing the “PSA” abbreviation, still thinks of the old airline?)
I’m working on a round-up, but in the meantime I know you’re going to enjoy the latest video from Bad Lip Reading. The scary thing, of course, is that the Democrat primary candidates make almost as much sense in this video as they do when they’re actually debating:
My friend Gary Buslik is a brilliant, mordant, sarcastic, snarky, wicked funny writer. (See here.) He’s now got a regular gig at The Blot, and his latest outing had me laughing uproariously, even as I kept asking myself, “This can’t be true, can it?” The only warning I’ll give you is that the story is a little risqué, so you may not want to read it at work or around young children.
Oh, and while I was still laughing, Gary sent me a funny video about the Iran negotiations that I’d somehow managed to miss: