Singular They
This is a repost from 2015. In the last nine years, Trans Awareness has mushroomed. Maybe the mushroom paradigm is the best way to view this discussion. The public is kept in the dark, and fed sh**. While Pronoun Consciousness (PC) has grown and festered, Singular They has not totally caught on as an alternative to the his/her nomenclature. The next nine years will no doubt see many changes in public gender awareness. Unscrupulous influence peddlers can be expected to exploit gender issues, with little regard for the collective mental health of the community.
A post from “Mental Floss” was making the facebook rounds. The Washington Post Style Guide Now Accepts Singular ‘They.’ The MF post recycles content from The Washington Post, The Post drops the ‘mike’ — and the hyphen in ‘e-mail’. WAPO has a way with words. “But there comes a point when atoms of language change start to form molecules.”
With increasing visibility of trans identified people, pronouns are getting attention. Many people do not like being referred to by the gender of their birth. One popular method is to use retrofit the plural “they” for use as a singular pronoun for he and she. Not everyone thinks this is a good idea.
A pronoun refers to a noun. The antecedent issue inspired a delightful comment in the WAPO. The author was an English 101 teacher, Puget Sounder. “While I may be able to catch the gist of the student commentary, the precise meaning is not always so evident, and I usually end up drawing lines from pronoun to preceding pronoun, desperately seeking the antecedent noun. Like Captain Ahab, I find a lot of candidates, but the “white whale” is often deeply submerged under the jetsam and flotsam of garbled verbiage.”
The seminal WAPO article had another noteworthy comment. This is from Doctor Dirt. “The singular “they” is far from a no-brainer. It creates more opportunity for confusion, as described below by Puget Sounder, and in other ways. They takes their chances. Bad grammar, colloquialism, or nongender-specific pronouns for a single person? How about “person” instead? Person takes person’s chances. I could get used to that faster than I could get used to “They is sitting in their chair,” and trying to figure out how many people and how many chairs are involved.”
Singular they can cause verb agreement confusion. ST can make you wonder how many butts are sitting in the chair. ST (already used as an abbreviation for Saint) can suggest that the person involved is schizophrenic, or has multiple personality disorder. Employing ST, a plural pronoun, for singular use, is opening a can of linguistic worms.
A gender neutral pronoun for third person use would be an advancement for the English language. In most cases, there is no need to specify gender. Perhaps a contraction of she and it could be used, especially with a southern accent. The sir/ma’am issue will have to wait for another day. There are other complications. … This exchange was on facebook while this feature was being posted: I’m still waiting for Singular Y’all to be approved. ~ I thought y’all was the plural of you. ~ If They can be singular, then Y’all can be singular. ~ That may be the best argument yet against Singular They.
Pictures today are from Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library. The image displayed on social media is from November 16, 1951. Sidewalk outside the Piedmont Drive-In Theatre and screen. The Big Apple building is now occupied by Fader’s Barbershop, and others.
The Cynic’s Word Book R – S
What follows are selections from The Devil’s Dictionary, by Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce. TDD began as a newspaper column, and was later published as The Cynic’s Word Book. TDD is in the public domain. TDD is a dictionary, going from A to Z. Today’s selection covers R to S. More selections are available. A – D E – G H – I J – L M – O P – R Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.
REPORTER, n. A writer who guesses his way to the truth and dispels it with a tempest of words.
RESOLUTE, adj. Obstinate in a course that we approve.
REVERENCE, n. The spiritual attitude of a man to a god and a dog to a man.
RIME, n. Agreeing sounds in the terminals of verse, mostly bad. The verses themselves, as distinguished from prose, mostly dull. Usually (and wickedly) spelled “rhyme.”
RIOT, n. A popular entertainment given to the military by innocent bystanders.
R.I.P. A careless abbreviation of requiescat in pace, attesting an indolent goodwill to the dead. According to the learned Dr. Dubious Drigge, however, the letters originally meant nothing more than reductus in pulvis.
ROAD, n. A strip of land along which one may pass from where it is too tiresome, to be to where it is futile to go, with a maximum of expense and aggravation.
RUM, n. Generically, fiery liquors that produce madness in total abstainers.
RUSSIAN, n. A person with a Caucasian body and a Mongolian soul. A Tartar Emetic.
SACERDOTALIST, n. One who holds the belief that a clergyman is a priest. Denial of this momentous doctrine is the hardest challenge that is now flung into the Epistolarian teeth of the Episcopalian church by the Neo-Dictionarians.
SAINT, n. A dead sinner revised and edited.
SCRIBBLER, n. A professional writer whose views are antagonistic to one’s own.
SCRIPTURES, n. The sacred books of our holy religion, as distinguished from the false and profane writings on which all other faiths are based.
SELF-ESTEEM, n. An erroneous appraisement. Spell check suggestions: appeasement, entrapment
SELF-EVIDENT, adj. Evident to one’s self and to nobody else.
SELFISH, adj. Devoid of consideration for the selfishness of others.
SENATE, n. A body of elderly gentlemen charged with high duties and misdemeanors.
SLANG, n. The grunt of the human hog (Pignoramus intolerabilis) with an audible memory. The speech of one who utters with his tongue what he thinks with his ear, and feels the pride of a creator in accomplishing the feat of a parrot. A means (under Providence) of setting up as a wit without a capital of sense.
Scimitar
SCIMITAR, n. A curved sword of exceeding keenness, in the conduct of which certain Orientals attain a surprising proficiency, as the incident here related will serve to show. The account is translated from the Japanese of Shusi Itama, a famous writer of the thirteenth century.
When the great Gichi-Kuktai was Mikado he condemned to decapitation Jijiji Ri, a high officer of the Court. Soon after the hour appointed for performance of the rite, what was his Majesty’s surprise to see calmly approaching the throne the man who should have been at that time ten minutes dead!
“Seventeen hundred impossible dragons!” shouted the enraged monarch. “Did I not sentence you to stand in the market-place and have your head struck off by the public executioner at three o’clock? And is it not now 3:10?”
“Son of a thousand illustrious deities,” answered the condemned minister, “all that you say is so true that the truth is a lie in comparison. But your heavenly Majesty’s sunny and vitalizing wishes have been pestilently disregarded. With joy I ran and placed my unworthy body in the market-place. The executioner appeared with his bare scimitar, ostentatiously whirled it in air, and then, tapping me lightly upon the neck, strode away, pelted by the populace, with whom I was ever a favorite. I am come to pray for justice upon his own dishonorable and treasonous head.”
“To what regiment of executioners does the black-boweled caitiff belong?” asked the Mikado. “To the gallant Ninety-eight Hundred and Thirty-seventh—I know the man. His name is Sakko-Samshi.” “Let him be brought before me,” said the Mikado to an attendant, and a half-hour later the trembling culprit stood in the Presence of the Mikado.
“Thou bastard son of a three-legged hunchback without thumbs!” roared the sovereign—”why didst thou but lightly tap the neck that it should have been thy pleasure to sever?” “Lord of Cranes and Cherry Blooms,” replied the executioner, unmoved, “command him to blow his nose with his fingers.”
Being commanded, Jijiji Ri laid hold of his nose and trumpeted like an elephant, all expecting to see the severed head flung violently from him. Nothing occurred: the performance prospered peacefully to the close, without incident.
All eyes were now turned on the executioner, who had grown as white as the snows on the summit of Fujiama. His legs trembled and his breath came in gasps of terror. “Several kinds of spike-tailed brass lions!” he cried; “I am a ruined and disgraced swordsman! I struck the villain feebly because in flourishing the scimitar I had accidentally passed it through my own neck! Father of the Moon, I resign my office.” So saying, he gasped his top-knot, lifted off his head, and advancing to the throne laid it humbly at the Mikado’s feet.
This uplifting passage is borrowed from The Devil’s Dictionary, by Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce. TDD began as a newspaper column, and published as The Cynic’s Word Book. TDD is in the public domain, and was named one of “The 100 Greatest Masterpieces of American Literature” by the American Revolution Bicentennial Administration.
When you google “Shusi Itama,” you are directed to Sushi Tama, a restaurant in Los Angeles, CA. If you persist in searching for Mr. Itama, you learn that ITAMA stands for “Institute of Traditional Asian Martial Arts, East Lansing, MI.” Pictures today are from The Library of Congress
Luigi Drabble
tit nit decadence · shameful ass ally screw off · stupid behavior
The local custom of using haiku reductions as writing prompts continues to devolve into nitwit depravity. Today’s twist is the drabble, a short short story that is exactly 100 words long. Using google docs as a measuring guide is the latest techno-cultural appropriation. The misuse of digital tools to enable decadent perambulating is the latest stupid behavior to appear smart. Is it smart, is it art, can you buy it at K-Mart? The last one is unlikely, since the blue light special has flickered into memory, replaced by the nonstop shart of Walmart consumption. The TrickyDick seventies did have culture.
honor? again? this? · act ignore time guilt? What just… · prove need today? joy
This image was inspired by “12 Questions Nobody Asks Before Burnout (But Should) TQNABB is another instance of what some unkind people call motivation porn. Since they were numbered, there is order to the haiku. This all proved challenging to the reduction perp. Choose at least one word out of each cell, with seven having one beat and the remaining five going beat beat. Beat on the brat with a baseball bat is another cure for burnout, even if cleaning up afterwards is a job for mister clean. You have honor? at one end, and unpunctuated joy at the other.
immediacy · overproduced vulgar mess · opera poet
Modern life is an overproduced vulgar mess. There is a routine, which helps to make sense of the devolving chaos, ensure that your teeth are brushed and meds consumed. Some need canned entertainment, others prefer recreational quiet. When you have a shared space between a person who enjoys quiet, and a person who needs commodified entertainment, there will be drama. May the biggest mouth win. These authority asserting struggles can be so unpleasant, but seem to be a part of life in a tribal setting. When you confuse who has the strongest will for being RIGHT, there is drama.
Goddess pagan ass · celebrate usual change · Death tarot magick?
The modern holiday season brings memes to the dinner table. Solstice is always a reason for the season occasion, and a time for passive aggressive digs at the ill mannered jesus worshiper who feels that their holiday is the only true one, and that all others are wrong. The end of the four season cycle is the death of the old order, with a promise of a spring rebirth after a tasteful cold season. The pagans know this, and celebrate accordingly. Wait until after the holidays to touch up their purple hair, and shop for tofu at the neighborhood collective.
arguing minors · rush push transition doctors · they question bigots
Part of the process at chamblee54 is the internet break. When you are at a stopping point, you leave the machine and check out facebook, bluesky, twitter, youtube, reddit, and other less wholesome destinations. Occasionally there are gems, like this: @tao_lin To all the unmerry people out there. The lonely, the disgruntled, the grumpy, the depressed, the spurned, the people in chronic pain, the severely autistic, and so on, I wish you a day—you do not need to be merry, you’ll make it through this Christmas, it’s almost over. This tweet does not mention gender dysphoric minors.
Luigi lust feel · “great” go bankrupt need heroes · murder hot as f-ck
Ninety years ago, Americans were angry at bankers. Many banks failed during the depression, leaving millions broke. When John Dillinger started to rob banks, and get away with it, he became a hero. After Mr. Dillinger died, rumors about his sexual prowess only made people admire him more. There is even a rumor, heard by every eighth grade boy in America, that his pecker was on display at the Smithsonian Institute. Today, Americans feel cheated by health insurance executives. Luigi Mangione made a choice about this inequity. We do not know if the Smithsonian will get his Dillinger.
#UnwieldyInsults
This is a repost from 2014. … #UnwieldyInsults are from twitter. They might be talking about you. Pictures are from Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library.
@HoorayBacon You look like what would happen if a wookie mated with one of the guys from Duck Dynasty #UnwieldyInsults #YeahNotFunny
@JohnParrish56 There is an odor emitting from your torso that is most egregious. I do say you should stop living. #UnwieldyInsults #YeahNotFunny
@KebabManiac With your wit, you’d make a wonderful dinner guest for Jeffrey Dahmer
@rockskimmer Lawrence Welk wants his Tupperware back, you bubble-hating, enemy of the accordion! #WeCantBreathe #UnwieldyInsults #newsnight #ISIS
@KebabManiac I don’t care what the others say – you wear that hunch well
@facebookie You, sir, are lower than Eubalaena japonica ordure at the nadir of the Mariana
@rockskimmer In the HeeHaw auditions of life, you would be laughed from the room and not allowed any of the craft services cornbread. #UnwieldyInsults #newsnight #ISIS #WeCantBreathe
@KebabManiac You Have The Grace Of A Pygmi Hippo With ‘The Shits’ And The Dancing Prowess Of The Great Proffesor Stephen Hawking
@DaiseyDoesIt Your pompous presence reveals your inherent nature as one best illustrated by a phallically formed cranium
@zolaris64 Your mother wears Bates 30501 Durashock desert foot protection.
@rockskimmer You have the spelling skills of an umbrella stand and the wry wit of a Bass Pro Shops fish finder. #UnwieldyInsults @TheHashtagGame
@TheBrandonHolly You are a maladroitly uncoordinated ape who is unable to take notice of his own bemusing presence & horrendous malfeasance.
@MullingHagel In the theater of the absurd you were asked to stop acting.
@Bat_Guano_1 Your bad taste is exceeded only by your bad breath.
@MHanson62 “Hey, Excrement for Intelligence…”
@steverand616 Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries
KennyBrendan You’re an objectivist Marxist who fails to appreciate the potential for revolutionary subjectivity. #WeCantBreathe #UnwieldyInsults #newsnight #ISIS
@FateJacketX I would rather read Hawthorne to a bovine in heat than suffer your malodorous company at the debutant ball!
@llamaranch This meal tastes like the regurgitated bile of a pregnant hippopotamus who suffers from leprosy. #UnwieldyInsults @TheHashtagGame #ladygaga
@tlcninjarx Your only value is the plethora of calumnious epithets you have reminded me are in my arsenal of verbal eviscerators
@jpostman You’re about as effective as the 1992 Maastricht Agreement was at unifying EU monetary policy #UnwieldyInsults #YeahNotFunny
@chamblee54 #unwieldyinsults a plethora of pusillanimous pie throwing meta entertainment most never knew who was targeted
The Inevitable War
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this tweet directed my attention to a video about the attack on the USS Liberty. ” @coldxman The only thing I learned from this video is that Candace Owens does not know how to pronounce “Sinai” or “Napalm”, which is, to put it gently, on brand.” · “Get the latest news on antisemitism Sign up for crucial updates on antisemitism in our region and how the crisis in Israel and Gaza is impacting our local Jewish community. Join 16,000+ readers who stay informed with J. The Jewish News” · A tweet by @tcboyle became a writing prompt. @MichealChabon started using twitter in 213 weeks ago. “AND, Huge: You can paste a *clickable* link directly into a post! Also: owner is not evil.” Link in the comments · “Lou Reed is a prick and a jerkoff who regularly commits the ultimate sin of treating his audience with contempt. He’s also a person with deep compassion for a great many other people about whom almost nobody else gives a shit. I don’t want to get too schmaltzy, except to emphasize that there’s always been more to this than drugs and fashionable kinks, and to point out that suffering, loneliness and psychic/spiritual exile are great levelers.” Lester Bangs, 14 June 1979 Rolling Stone · @esaagar I am listening to “Ghosts of the Ostfront” because of what you said on @lexfridman I am struck by the similarities between Germany’s war of annihilation in the Soviet Union, and what Israel is doing in Gaza today. · Someone gave a talk about history. ”Liars, like historians and politicians, tend to overdocument.” ”Myth is gossip grown old.” ”the term historical fiction sounds as pitifully redundant as … having ‘oxygen breather’ stamped on your driver’s license.” ”History is agreed-upon hearsay granted tenure.” · Happy Solstice · “”One-man band at Davis Brothers Restaurant, Atlanta” LBCB032-053a 1952-04-07 · I was doing my walk. I hit on the idea of counting my breaths, using the goddess names. Inhale and think, Isis zero, isis one, isis two, etc. Exhale, say my mantra. When I got to diana nine … the last goddess, and the last breath, the timer went off · when normal people say the word woke, what they’re thinking of · @ComicDaveSmith @UncleHotep @hotepjesus @lexfridman.bsky.social · the other day, I was working on my solstice meme, while listening to @lexfridman.bsky.social and @esaagar.bsky.social Saagar said something I wanted to make a clip of. Meanwhile, the meme is not going to make itself. · 99% invisible has a story about Alfred Nobel seeing a mistaken obituary, and deciding to change his image. The story has problems. I heard the Alfred Nobel story once, and decided to investigate. I found a picture. It had a photograph of the headline … in English … in a newspaper called L’Idiotie Quotadine (Quotadine Idiocy.) · This is a repost from 2015. “Thoughts and prayers” is now seen as a laughable cliche. … · Jesus was not fond of showtime prayer. Matthew 6:7 “But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking.” This is something his followers forget about. · Matthew 6:5-7 5 And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward. 6 But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly. 7 But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking. · selah
Prayer Shaming
This is a repost from 2015. “Thoughts and prayers” is now seen as a laughable cliche. … Prayer shaming entered the vocabulary this week. Some moving lips were offering “thoughts and prayers” to the victims of the latest commodity shooting. Some pundits thought it odd to offer T&P. Many of the people offering T&P are shameless attention mongers.
Many religions have prayer. The idea is that you talk to God. Sometimes it is a public ritual, sometimes it a private conversation. The star of the Christian religion, Jesus, is quoted as favoring private conversations. This does not stop his believers from making a grotesque spectacle of prayer.
The sad truth is that many of the praying perps talk too much. Telling them to talk is like telling an alcoholic to take a drink. Talking is seen as taking action, while listening is seen as being passive. This is just one of the problems in our culture.
Whenever there is a mass shooting, people say a lot of silly things. They argue the semantics of terrorism. There is two wrongs make a right rhetoric about race. In america, if you can’t say anything worthwhile, you talk about race. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.
Why I Should Not Multitask
The other day, I was minding my business. Solstice was approaching, and I wanted to make a meme to celebrate. I typed “Happy Solstice.” A picture was chosen … “One-man band at Davis Brothers Restaurant, Atlanta, 04-07-1952.” Other pictures today are from The Library of Congress.
Meanwhile, I needed to listen to something. Youtube makes suggestions, based on what big brother decides. Today it was Lex Fridman talking to Saagar Enjeti. Both men have a few smarts, and enough inconvenient opinions to gather haters. If I only listened to people nobody complains about, I would live in a world of silence.
A problem with multitasking on youtube is the temptation to make a clip. It is fairly easy. First, I hear something I want to save. Get the code, determine the start time and end time, and fill in the blanks. Unfortunately, this means you have to shift your focus, away from the task at hand.
The first time I heard this dialogue, Saagar said something about Ghosts of the Ostfront. GOTO is a Hardcore History series about the Soviet-German part of World War II. This is seldom mentioned in the United States, but was crucial to defeating Nazi Germany. Unfortunately, the Soviet Union was forced to pay an appalling cost.
After hearing about GOTO, I found the audio file. It was over four hours long, which is typical for Hardcore History. Dan Carlin goes into great detail, and is reasonably neutral. If you want someone to tell you who the bad guy is, there are other sources. In the case of Nazi Germany vs the Soviet Union, many people say there were no good guys, only bad evil against worse evil.
The solstice meme was coming into shape, slowly. A previous copy of the image was not working, and I had to find the original. A template had to be fashioned, to fit the text into the best part of the picture. The meme model was created. I decided to fit “Happy Solstice” on the bottom of his tuxedo. I was cropping the image to facilitate this, when Saagar made his comment about the Ostfront. I had to stop work on the picture, and get the clip.
“Again shout out to Dan Carlin. … I’ve never met you before, I would love to correspond at some point. I love you so much you changed my life man. … I think his best series one of his best series he gets no credit for Ghost of the Ostfront. … This is a 2011 series … on the Eastern front of the Nazi war against Russia, fundamentally changed my view of warfare forever. At that time I was very young, and to me World War II was Saving Private Ryan. I wasn’t as well read as I am now … this entire thing happened which actually decided the second world war and I don’t know anything about this.”
One thing about a series like GOTO is comparisons to other wars. At the start of Operation Barbarossa, some Germans speculated that the Wehrmacht would need to kill thirty million people to gain Lebensraum. In 2024, we see headlines like this: “Israel Needs ‘Lebensraum’ Says Blog by Major National Newspaper.”
After making this clip, it was time to avoid distractions, and finish the meme. When this project is over, future distractions will find me. Soon, the meme was finished. The text file was saved, and used for another meme. This is based on a November 1940 photograph. “Mr. Timothy Levy Crouch, a Rogerine Quaker, living in Ledyard CT, finishing up his Thanksgiving dinner. Mr. Crouch is a stonemason by profession and lives on his farm where a little farming is done.”
United States Of Amnesia
I stumbled onto a podcast of Allan Gurganus speaking at a literary event in Key West. Mr. Gurganus, bless his heart, is a good writer. As a public speaker, the jury is “out.”
This particular literary event concerned historical fiction. Tom Robbins went on a tear once, comparing animal husbandry to history. With one, you combine blood lines to create a superior breed. With the other, you mix “facts” to create an inspiring story. With both animal husbandry and history, you are frequently up to your ankles in shit.
Mr. Gurganus trotted out a bunch of quotable lines. ”Liars like historians and politicians tend to overdocument.” ”Myth is gossip grown old.” ”the term historical fiction sounds as pitifully redundant as, say, creative writing. … It’s like having ‘oxygen breather’ stamped on your driver’s license.” ”History is agreed-upon hearsay granted tenure.”
The first time I tried to listen to the Gurganus speech, the cliche slinging got too thick, and the player triangle was turned into the parallel lines. Or maybe it was the parallel lines turned into the triangle. In any event, the speakers quit making sounds. This option is not available live.
The second time I tried to listen to the Gurganus speech, the line about hearsay granted tenure stuck. Mr. Google was consulted, and found a nice website for the literary event. Another speaker at said event was Gore Vidal. Finally, Mr. Gurganus wore out my patience. It was time to download the appearance by Mr. Vidal.
The emcee said, “I don’t want to steal your jokes, but you said that this is the United States of Amnesia.” Mr. Vidal said, “I don’t remember that.” This is going to be fun. Photographs for this repost are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.
Odor In The Court
Odor In The Court was a blog post fourteen years ago. OITC is a collection of real things that people, and attorneys, said under oath. They are allegedly taken from a book, Disorder in the American Courts … If you look at the one-star comments, you learn that this is a book of cartoons, with courtroom quotes for captions. This is why God Google supplies a list of these items.
q: : What is your date of birth? a: : July fifteenth. q: : What year? a: : Every year.
q: : What gear were you in at the moment of the impact? a: : Gucci sweats and Reeboks.
q: : This myasthenia gravis. Does it affect your memory at all? a: : Yes.
q: : And in what ways does it affect your memory? a: : I forget.
q: : You forget. Can you give us an example of something that you’ve forgotten?
q: : what was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke up that morning?
a: : he said, “where am i, doris?” q: : and why did that upset you? a: : my name is susan.
q: :Are you sexually active? a: :No. I just lie there.
q: :any suggestions as to what prevented this from being a murder trial instead of an attempted murder trial? a: :the victim lived.
q: : Do you know if your daughter has ever been involvedin voodoo or the occult?
a: : We both do. q: : Voodoo? a: : We do. q: : You do? a: : Yes, voodoo.
q: : Trooper, when you stopped the defendant, were your red and blue lights flashing?
a: : Yes. q: : Did the defendant say anything when she got out of her car? a: : Yes, sir.
q: : What did she say? a: : What disco am I at?
q: : How many times have you committed suicide? a: : Four times.
q: : Have you lived in this town all your life? a: : Not yet.
q: : How far apart were the vehicles at the time of the collision?
q: : Doctor, did you say he was shot in the woods?
a: : No, I said he was shot in the lumbar region.
q: : Were you acquainted with the deceased? a: : Yes sir. q: : Before or after he died?
q: : : “What happened then? a: : He told me, he says, ‘I have to kill you because
you can identify me.’ q: : Did he kill you? a: : : “No.
q: : Can you describe the individual? a: : He was about medium height and had a beard.
q: : Was this a male, or a female?
q: : Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?
a: : All my autopsies are performed on dead people.
q: : All your responses must be oral, OK? What school did you go to? a: : Oral.
q: : Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
a: : The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m. q: : And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time?
a: : No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy.
q: : Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse? a: : No.
q: : Did you check for blood pressure? a: : No. q: : Did you check for breathing? a: : No.
q: : So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy? a: : No.
q: : How can you be so sure, Doctor? a: : Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
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