… look out!

In the land of the gun, it’s never too early to terrorize entire communities and then get blown to bits by a police battalion. Too cute!

Sometimes, people here quietly admit, it goes too far. Like the students who loudly proclaim how often they go to Mass, or the young man who quit his classics course because he refused to read the works of ancient Greek pagans.

Swag bag contents:

HOW TO KILL YOUR DOG

The Cave.

… whatever specimen. UD‘s bad at identifying her plants.

An Arizona goat farmer who asked not to be named for fear of being embroiled in partisan politics said Noem’s decision to use a weapon on the goat that required more than one shot was tougher on the animal than it was on her.

“The goat gets shot… but the brain’s intact, it’s aware of what’s going on,” the farmer said. “And then she has to go and futz around and get another shell and then come back and do the same thing and it finally expires.”

The farmer suggested that Noem’s account “reveals not just callousness toward life and poor political acumen, but also a limited understanding of the basics of farm life.”

…. Saturday.

Figures.

… Michael Vick vote!

She’s trying this and she’s trying that, but she’s forgetting the most salient fact of all: She couldn’t have taken the puppy to a shelter, because none exist in the entire state! Shooting the dog to death in a gravel pit was her only option.

Obviously UD wants to know more, more, more about Catholic University’s Pat Fagan; but on searching for him and his, er, institute, initiative, whatever, she finds nothing.

I mean — not nothing, but … well, take a looksee. Here’s the first CU hit you get on his name. Then a link to a faculty-in-the-media list, which takes you to an article about sex, and then a link to Fagan’s initiative (not institute); but CU’s only mention of the initiative (MARRI) includes no link…

Given Fagan’s natalist hysteria about the incipient death of Christian populations via low birth rate, I’m wondering why CU seems a bit coy about acknowledging his existence, let alone his institute/initiative. Fagan holds the key to healthy numbers of incoming CU students, etc.

Plus UD is panting to find out more about superorgasmic Christian sex.

LOL unnamed goat.

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‘At the Conservative Political Action Conference in February, she tied with Vivek Ramaswamy for first place in a poll of whom attendees wanted to see Mr. Trump select as a running mate.‘

In what is regarded as a desperate bid to overtake Noem, Ramaswamy was quick to claim a dog named Juno, an unnamed goat, and a local skateboarder.

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Shelley’s “To a Skylark,” rendered by Kristi Noem.

 Hail to thee, blithe Cricket!
        Dog thou never wert,
    That from heaven, or near it,
        Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated bark.

Higher still and higher
        From the earth thou springest
    Like a cloud of fire;
        Dead birds to me thou bringest
And bringing bringest more, and yet more thou bringest.

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Chorus canineal
        Your triumphal chaunt
    Now seems to me of a sudden
        But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein I feel there is some hidden want.

Yea now thy clear keen joyance
        Doth put me in a snit
    Shadow of annoyance

O’ertakes me for a bit…

And so I killed you in a gravel pit.

The sun provides light, warmth and life for us on Earth, but it’s also a star—a massive ball of thermonuclear and electromagnetic fury—and it would do us all well to never forget that…

Think of [a solar flare] like a bag of mousetraps: one snaps shut and jostles the bag, making others snap over and again, rapidly discharging their stored energy in a single explosive event.

Now imagine each one of these mousetraps is the equivalent of, oh, say a few hundred million thermonuclear bombs, and you will start to get the idea of how the sweatiest sci-fi apocalypse doesn’t even come close to the power of a solar flare…

Coronal mass ejections, or CMEs, are also ridiculously powerful solar phenomena. If solar flares are like tornadoes—local but intense—CMEs are like far larger hurricanes. They don’t emit much visible light, but they blast upwards of a billion tons of hydrogen into space, sometimes at speeds of several thousand kilometers per second.

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And, you know, the point of the piece is that you really don’t want to be home when a big one comes calling.