Monthly Archives: November 2014

Black Friday Radio 2014

Today is a format change – Night Sky Radio changes over to Black Friday Radio! Click to listen.


I’ll Collect Everything That’s Sold

Gonna do just what I please
Gonna wear no socks and shoes
With nothing to do
But catch all the sales and deals
When Black Friday falls you know it’s got to be…

wal-mart people 2

…don’t let them fall on me!

To paraphrase Morrissey, Wal-Mart shoppers of the world unite!

wal-mart people 1

Pottymouths Strike Again

I would have posted this yesterday, but I didn’t want to ruin anyone’s holiday.

The “Potty-mouth Princess Posse” is back, dropping f-bombs like a rapper dropping names.

Just for laughs, let’s take that “1 in 4” statement as sort of a fact. Even if statiscally there is 1 domestic violence incident for every 4  women in a given area, say 25,000 DV cases in a city with 100,000 women over the age of 18 , that doesn’t mean 25% of the women were victims. It’s often the same small percentage of women who keep going back to the man that hit them.¹ So if repeat occurrences aren’t accounted for, the numbers will look much higher than they are.

“Society barely lifts a finger when men raise their fists,” they claim. Considering the cops arrest men every night for domestic violence, I doubt that. Raising a fist isn’t even necessary… just raising his voice can get a man jailed. Just the accusation alone without proof gets the law on your doorstep.² Not to mention all the charities, shelters, and activist groups dedicated to helping battered women. But society hasn’t done anything.

And when did the “silence” about domestic violence start? It’s not like it hasn’t been covered in an endless stream of books, movies, TV, songs, comics, etc. throughout the decades.

Clark Kent gets a tip

Action Comics #1, 1938


As for that bit at the end – “Baby, you provoked me. I was drunk!” – I hate to say it, but there’s some truth to that. A surprising number of women will provoke a drunk man, angering him until he gets violent. Some women even hit the man first, even when they know it’s gonna get them punched.


¹ There’s no mention of that in the video, of course.

² I don’t blame the cops for this. They know it’s crap, but they have to follow the law as written.

After Decades of Humiliation, Sweet Thanksgiving Vindication for Harried Midwest Radio Executive

I did my last post too soon…

Title and details shamelessly swiped from Ed Driscoll

Arthur C. Carlson was right: as God is my witness, turkeys can fly! “After centuries of being largely earthbound, your Thanksgiving turkey is finally able to fly. That is, with the help of a drone … and into a boiling pot of oil.”

Happy Thanksgiving

…continuing the annual tradition from the Pinedale Shopping Mall, on the air in Cincinnati Ohio!

BONUS THANKSGIVING EXTRA: The full theme song performed by Steve Carlisle, a radio hit in 1981 –

Burying The Truth?

…or just dropping it in an unmarked grave somewhere?

A man living as a woman who suddenly passed away from a brain aneurysm was buried as “Geoffrey” not “Jennifer.”

Okay, whatever. I don’t care what name a person wants on their headstone. I don’t think it’s a big deal how the family chooses to lay to rest one of its members, since the deceased isn’t really going to be worried about it at that point. But again, I really don’t care how anyone outside of my own family handles funerals.

But now California has passed the Respect After Death Act –

It requires any official responsible for completing a transgender person’s death certificate to ensure it represents the deceased person’s gender expression, as documented in other government-issued documents, or evidenced by gender confirmation medical procedures.

Masen Davis of the Transgender Law Center, a cosponsor of the bill, said this was a “common-sense bill that will help protect the dignity of our loved ones upon their passing.”

This is where the failure to think ahead comes in. Will the deaths of transgenders make note of their transgender status? If not, more deaths will be statistically attributed to women. For one, suicide rates are abnormally high among transgender people. After this law, will the numbers read as suicides among women increasing? Will fewer women die from breast cancer, statistically speaking? How will this affect statistics and subsequent medical research?

Then again, this might be a Blow For Equality in disguise. Men generally die younger than women… if transgender men are listed as women when they die, that would help achieve statistical Age Of Death Parity among men and women.

Bu maybe this is exactly what progressives want. If women can be numerically shown to be dying younger and more often, feminists can agitate for more government favors.

The Respect After Death Act

Transgender study looks at ‘exceptionally high’ suicide-attempt rate


I find it amusing somehow that the article was posted under Yahoo’s “Parenting” section.

Schooling At 367 MPH

[Or: “Too Cool For JUST School”]

In keeping with what seems to be the New School trend around here these days…

Jet-powered school bus. Everyone should own one.

Watch all the way to the end.

Hat tip to VodkaPundit

Another Day Of Schooled

Last week was breakfast at McDonald’s where a couple women attacked a huge guy with ninja-level indifference skillz, not to mention shrugging off a broomstick swung so hard it shattered against him.

This week it’s a woman on the subway who lays into a guy who ain’t so indifferent.

H/T to Vox

Begging To Get Schooled

This is hilarious for all the wrong reasons –


I don’t know who’s wrong or who’s right (if anyone) in this mess, but the women were stupid to mix it with this guy. Dude catches chairs like frisbees and ignores a broom handle shattering against him. I’ll even give the one woman credit for being able to swing the broom  handle hard enough to break it, but you just don’t attack a guy that size. Hell, I’m 6’3″, 225 lbs, and in decent shape and I wouldn’t start something with that guy.

I don’t know how it turned out, but for the women’s sake, I hope dude just chilled out instead of snapping their necks like twigs.