A rich seam of insanity today, no chance of getting into any detail with all of them so here’s a list for those who want to watch the world burn.
Millionaires are upset that another millionaire has built a large patio with a ‘H’ painted on it, on his own five acres of property. Quite how something flat and at ground level can be described as an ‘eyesore’ is a mystery, since they’d need to have helicopters of their own to see it. Note that it’s the flat concrete square they are upset about, not the helicopter. They had no objection when he flattened the property he’d bought and built another, but they are upset about something that looks like a patio or a tennis court.
Buy your baby a fancy dress outfit and you are an unfit parent. There’s really no point even trying to present any kind of logical argument when faced with nutters like that.
Today’s antismoking gibberish, planted low down on the page as always, so the ASH drones can get their hate glands exercised before sensible people show up.
Jack Daniel’s is getting ready for another round of Prohibition. At least one booze manufacturer can see which way the wind’s blowing. Don’t bother ageing it, get it sold while you can. This one isn’t really a loony story, more the result of the actions of loonies.
It’s hard to choose a winner, but I think the top story from today’s blast of insanity has to be the nurse who was found guilty of writing a book. It’s true she should not have been promoting and selling it at work, she’s not being paid to do that, but the actual wording is -
A misconduct hearing today found her guilty of writing the book, advertising it at work and distributing it to patients and colleagues.
On the second and third counts, fair enough. I’d be in trouble if I set out a stall and sold books while being paid to be a janitor. But guilty of writing it? Much is made of her attention to detail and her accurate descriptions of nursing methods and medications, as if that’s illegal in some way. Well, I can tell you that all the poisons and symptoms in ‘The Sweet Man’ are real. So there.
Just a snippet of the lunacy of the day. There’s really no way to keep up with it all any more. Tomorrow there’ll be another batch, madder than today’s.
There’ll never be any shortage of ideas for the horror writer in this world. The only problems will be selecting which to use and finding time to deal with them.