A little earlier, Swanky sent me a link to the Yoda Backpack from Popgadget: Personal Tech for Women.  The description chided:

Though fully functional like a real backpack, with room for books and adjustable straps, take a tip from the ladies and stay away or at least hide it for only your most geeky guy moments. Unless of course you find that very special girl whose definition of ‘hunky’ includes soda gut and the ability to recite verbatim the Jedi Code.

     Well, they are out there, in the wild.  And unlike most of the guys with such a fixation, some of them are attractive, don’t live with their parents, have jobs and enjoy conversations outside of Star Wars, Star Trek and Science Fiction in general.
     A couple of weeks ago, I met just such a girl in Knoxville who had an absolute shrine of Star Wars paraphernalia the like of which I haven’t seen in twenty years.  She told me to let everyone know, she’s a “hot single chic looking for her geeky man.” 

     As I’ve mentioned previously, I’m a bit of a Star Wars dork.  I have boxes upon boxes filled with Star Wars memorabilia, from Magazines and Newsletters to Toys to Zippo Lighters.  Now, my Star Wars collection dates back to 1976 (teaser posters and promotional items) and for the most part, ends abruptly in the early 1980’s.  She’s got a mixture like you wouldn’t believe…

     After sending her the link for the Yoda backpack, I had to wonder if she’d seen the English Subtitles on the Chinese version of Stars Wars Episode III.

     Backstroke of the West, indeed.

That’s really what I think … Ohh, by the way ….. which one’s Pink?

Bastards.

     Since I posted about the joint effort between Blogitude.com & Instapinch.com making it a special point to lambast the 9//11 Revisionist, Spook911, there have been several new developments.  Foremost has been the revelation that Spooked claims to be a “biomedical researcher,” which should indicate that he has some grasp of Physics and Scientific Process.
     Fortunately for us, he doesn’t. 

     On July 9th, Pinch posted some links to Spook’s first experiment.  The experiment — using a bucket, some bent wire coathangers and gasoline — intended to disprove the fact that the WTC frame was made structurally inert by a hydrocarbon fire.
     This, however, was merely a predecessor to the “better model,” which Pinch pointed out on June 28th.  This experiment — using an empty rabbit cage and kerosene — intended to prove the same.  The rabbit cage was his “better model” of the wire-frame construction of the WTC.

     Using moonbat logic, the following things come to mind:

• In the 1987 movie Fatal Attraction, an infatuated woman boils a family pet — a rabbit.  This also resulted in an empty rabbit cage.
• Rabbit cages usually hold rabbits, which were used to test for pregnancy from 1927 onward, thus the phrase “Rabbit test.”
• Wire coathangers have been increasingly difficult to find since the 1981 cinematic release of Mommy Dearest.
• Star of Fatal Attraction, Michael Douglas, married Catherine Zeta-Jones.  The movie Rabbit Test stars Joan Rivers.  Mommy Dearest was the story of an abusive mother, Joan Crawford.

     More facts:

• Rabbits are usually stuck with needles either in injecting placental blood during a rabbit test, to sedate them prior to killing them or when injecting them with substances during Biomedical Research.
• Wire coat hangers are often used in makeshift drug laboratories to hold buckets and beakers over flame during the production of illicit drugs due to the fact that real laboratory equipment is extremely expensive.
• “To jones” (two Joans, and an outright Jones) is to show physical symptons due to a physical or mental dependence, i.e. “to jones for a fix.”

     Using moonbat logic and taking into account needles, wire coat hangers, buckets and “jones,” I have deduced that Spook is a methamphetamine addict.

     The evidence is right there!

     I have a lot of friends, and roughly seventy percent of them are women.  I’m seriously thinking that invites trouble.
     It’s no secret that women can be very competitive when it comes to Men and dating in general.  It’s very confusing sometimes when, after a conversation with the gist, “Don’t wanna date, not ready, no, I don’t wanna have sex,” how some women will try and push that boundary to no end.  And it’s even more baffling when they come right out and say, “I’m falling in love with you.”
     Now, this hasn’t happened only once.  It’s happened four times in the last month, and is usually attributed to my giving “mixed signals,” or being called “a player.”  Nothing could be further from the truth.

     After being with the ex for seven years, the rules of having women as friends must have changed dramatically.  Apparently, there was an article in Cosmo or Redbook that I missed.  It was probably entitled “How To Tell If He’s Interested When He Says He Isn’t.”
     Number three on that list must have been, “When he gets up to go to the kitchen, he asks if you’d like anything.”  Number one was most certainly, “He answers the phone when you call.”

     Some two hundred thirty years after the signing of our final draft of the Declaration of Independence on July 4th, 1776, most people have forgotten “why” we shoot off fireworks to celebrate Independence Day.  Most people think that it has to do with the Battle at Fort Henry, and Francis Scott Key’s dramatization of “bombs bursting in air” in our national anthem, The Star Spangled Banner.
     However, the truth is even more simple.

     By 1776, Fireworks had been used at important events for hundreds of years.  In fact, it was John Adams who made them into the tradition which has withstood the test of time.  In a letter to his wife, he wrote:

I believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival… it ought to be celebrated by pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires and illuminations from one end of this continent to the other…

     During the first Independence Day celebration in Philadelphia in 1777, the public reading of the Declaration was complemented by bells, candles, cannons and firecrackers. 
     In succeeding years, celebrations increased, but it was only in 1941 that Congress finally declared Independence Day an official Federal Holiday.  It was probably during that time that the use of Fireworks first became misinterpreted as student textbooks were updated.

     However, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with the sentiment that Fireworks are representative of guns and bombs.  On this day, we should all remember the tyranny this country left behind, and the devastation that followed after the years of war.

     We would do well to remember how our forefathers fought and died in order for us to attain our Freedom, remembering that the road to Freedom was paved with the blood of those who fought for it.
     But we should also remember that this is a day to be celebrated, not mourned.  It is a day to thumb our noses at tyranny.  It is a day to remember that we are one country, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all.

     Happy Fourth of July, America.