Well, Alibam’s Bubbas have come through again, being recognized by no less than Tony Fauci yesterday for their deep arrogance, ignorance, and incompetence. The only thing that is surprising about this is how long it took him to admit the accuracy of the claims of the cognitive 10%.
Meanwhile, I was out yesterday provisioning in Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill. Which is an oasis of relative rationality in an otherwise “duuuuuuuuh!” state. The Pols in Muntgun, including our previously canny guvnuh, are silent on the matter of death tolls and overtaxed medicalists. What do they care? They are getting their bribe money from the state’s capitalist greedmasters.
On a more mundane level, FD SCP tasked me to procure small paper “plates” and “kitchen garbage bags” for her at one of Huntsville’s Sam’s Clubs. I managed to quickly implement my usual food gathering and arrived at the Amerikan GUM store before the cessation of “Senior Hour,” which is actually two hours long. And twice a week. And still implemented, unlike the grocery chains – Publix and Kroger in particular – who implement “Senior Hour” and then reneged on the practice without warning. Truly an outstanding display of the integrity and honesty of Amerikan Capitalism.
I will have to admit that Kroger is several dB better than Publix these days. The ORF Kroger largely ignores the dictates of the CDC other than keeping the place clean and the employees masked. The Publix makes a great overt display of implementing the CDC’s spatial mandates while ignoring completely and arrogantly the temporal ones. And their one-way aisles are hotbeds of exposure to the BatVirus. Despite repeated complaints by the rational customer base. And the politeness of the staff has lost its luster somehow, sounding tinny and false. Overworked or overmismanaged?
Anyway, I plumbed the vastness of the Sam’s Club, which actually had functional check-out queues for a change. Maybe some good has come of the BatPlague but knowing Sam’s is kin to MalWart and its evil precludes any deep trust. Anyway, I navigate to where the “kitchen garbage bags” were displayed and made “my” selection. But a thought sprang into my head. These bags are categorized as “13 gallon” and I suddenly wondered if they would actually contain that volume of liquid without rupturing?
The problem, I suspect, that itched my mentation, is that a gallon is not only Old English, it’s a specialized measure of volume, of liquids, specifically. In Amerika, gallons are primarily used to measure milk and paint, and one is sometimes challenged to tell the difference. But almost all kitchen garbage is not liquid. In my experience, liquid “garbage” goes down the sink while what goes into the sack is solid or foodstuff remains, which can range from nasty to the-blob-that-ate-Steve-McQueen. Much of what FD SCP and I dispose of is covered with fuzz, mostly either “white” or green. Which goes to the land fill whenever the city conscript parents can get enough coin together to bribe the garbage capitalists into actually collecting the garbage here in Greater Metropolitan Arab.
And yes, the city conscript parents are mostly Bubbas.
But why gallons? Why not cubic meters, or cubic feet? And the answer to the first half is that if the city used metric units then 90% of the city population would vote them out of office because of their inability to understand. “Their” being the Bubbas, of course. Although since the conscript parents are all real estate con artists, they are all either Bubbas or Capitalists. Who probably can’t handle metric either.
But why not cubic feet? I suspect that the capitalists think that the only people who buy kitchen garbage bags are women. And they have to be talked down to lest they become confused and start “Women’s Lives Matter” protests.
Which would probably be a boon, especially her in Alibam!