Liberty is an inherently offensive lifestyle. Living in a free society guarantees that each one of us will see our most cherished principles and beliefs questioned and in some cases mocked. That psychic discomfort is the price we pay for basic civic peace. It's worth it. It's a pragmatic principle. Defend everyone else's rights, because if you don't there is no one to defend yours. - MaxedOutMama

I don't just want gun rights... I want individual liberty, a culture of self-reliance....I want the whole bloody thing. Kim du Toit

The most glaring example of the cognitive dissonance on the left is the concept that human beings are inherently good, yet at the same time cannot be trusted with any kind of weapon, unless the magic fairy dust of government authority gets sprinkled upon them. Moshe Ben-David

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

And Right After Posting That . . .

I get blogfodder.

Mostly Cajun posts on a weekly or biweekly basis a list of the, er, creative names he sees in the birth announcements of his local paper. Here are some baseline examples from that source:
Shane P. & Kendra S. screw up TWO names with their daughter, little Madisyn Cheyanne

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Miss Dellanisha (!) R. has a new son, little Camelo D’Sean.

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And last we have a few people who saw past the end of the alphabet as limiting to their creativity so they kept on going into punctuation:
Justin K. & Christina B bring their son, Ja’Marrick Travon.

Murphy b. & Megan M. present a little girl, Mikira Ja’Nee.

Byron & Venus D. also present a daughter, Breyah D’Nae.
I can beat that. A while back, my sister the school teacher told me about one student in her school that had everyone shaking their heads. Her name is spelled "Le-A."

How do you pronounce that? Lee-ah?

No.

Lay-ah?

No.

Her mother was furious that her name was such a struggle. "It's pronounced LEDASHA! The DASH AIN'T SILENT!"

But that's not the best worst one. No, no! My sister is at a conference this week, and one of the other attendees had to tell everyone about the young boy in her school who will grow up some day to murder his mother in a particularly grisly fashion.

His name is pronounced "Sh-THed."

It is spelled, of course, "S-H-I-T-H-E-A-D."

I think I'd be willing to hand him the 2lb. ball-peen hammer myself.

I'm going to bed.

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