The Scorpion and the Frog A scorpion and a frog meet on the bank of a stream.
The scorpion asks the frog to carry him across on its back.
The frog asks, “How do I know you won’t sting me?”
The scorpion replies, “Because if I do, I will die too.”The frog is satisfied, so they set out.
In midstream, the scorpion stings the frog.
The frog feels the onset of paralysis and starts to sink.
He has just enough time to gasp, “Why?!”The scorpion replies: “Its my nature.”
* Confucius, I think; but might’a been me, though, ’cause Confucius would’a said “cloaking.”
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Cloaking?
Confucius was a Romulan!? Who knew?…..
Off topic: As full of hyperbole as I may be, I’m generally not rude in person. That changed today when some liberal tool showed up knocking on the door trying to push their agenda on a proposition that is up for vote.
He was doing fine with keeping the whole deal vague and touchy-feely until he said “basically it prevents the unions from having a voice…”
At which point I stated flatly “that’s a good thing” and shut the door quite firmly.
Looking forward to see how badly they vandalize my house and/or car.
At the moment I don’t wish to attempt to express how this article makes me feel.
I tawt I taw a Romulan!
Making common cause with Romulans? Wouldn’t put it past ‘em…