The following is very unlikely:
The People's Republic of China is rumored to be on the attack and have introduced a "life-like green hairless sex robot for lonely men" and "some Lesbians" in America for twenty-two thousand dollars, not counting shipping. Limited units will be available on St. Patrick's Day. The sex robot can say "No" in five languages or on the average three more ways than a typical spouse or stranger. You say: "Can't we do it this, uh, way" -- "No" says the robot. "How bout" -- "Non" hisses the robot. "Hey, maybe this" -- "Nyet" cries the robot. "Oh c'mon" -- "Nein" admonishes the robot.
This, of course, is just another illustration of the overwhelming trade imbalance between China and America. Despite American manufacturing might we've yet to invent a sex robot that will tell Chinese men (and some Lesbians) "No."
Also, why can't we build these robots in America and make sure they can only say "No" in American English?
Maybe Crossfire on CNN can tackle this question, or Redeye on Fox, or maybe David Gregory on NBC? I'd like to see Dr. Phil really pound one of these "proletariat" robots with a barrage of piercing yet meaningful questions (Dr. Phil: "Answer me this" -- "No", hollers the robot. Dr. Phil: "But" -- "No," fumes the robot). Andrea Mitchell will you please expose this insidious Chinese communist-capitalistic plot? And, where does PBS stand on this trade fiasco?
The British, who do not speak American English at all, call the sex robot, Dr. No, and are laughing about the whole thing (however the U.K. lost Hong Kong to the Chinese in 1997 -- talk about a trade imbalance -- thereby giving up 98% of the world's pith helmet production).
We're waiting for a meaningful dialogue regarding these robots...
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Hey, is this the same guy that the security crew at El Al refused to check for an underwear bomb?
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The Olympic flame at the zenith/tip of a giant phallic symbol emanating from Mother Russia has nothing to do with Russia's restrictive human right's laws imposed on gay Russians, but ask Vladimir Putin.
Deep-trauma rumors have surfaced that raiding parties from Minnesota have invaded as far south as Tennessee to capture raw materials to make Bobsleds. I wouldn't take this slanderous blather seriously but if you are worried and your name is Bob change it to Raoul.
Not necessarily accurate:
The type of "Bobsledding" pictured is a Maine sport (with variations in Minnesota, North Dakota, Southern California, etc.), and is not an Olympic sport, per se.
Warning: Do not try this at home with anyone you know named Bob.
For actual Olympic Winter Sports please see Sochi, Russia, 2014, 2/7 to 2/23.
The Sochi Winter Olympics -- from the opening ceremonies, the evolving human drama, humor, and spectacle, the disciplines and events, the competition, the athletes (the skill, talent, heart, and hard work) -- is impressive, entertaining, surprising, and worth your time.
My apologies to Gary Larson for using characters in the above cartoon that look like his...
A carbuncle is a roiled mass of skin or a beautiful gem...
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