Roter Baron

Okay, now I get it. Perfect! An opportunity well used.   

Sagt die Tunfish zum Walfish: "Was zollen wir tuhn, fish?" "Du hast die Wahl, fish."

I don't get that joke. The meaning of "double entendre" is "Zweideutigkeit" - "two-meaningdom" would be the Anglo-Saxon word I just made up to get away from the Romantic bastardization of your formerly Germanic tongue.
 
Big deal.
 
A German one would be "Ich bin gut zu Vögeln" or "Ich bin gut zu vögeln". By changing the "V" into a "v" the sentences changes from "I am nice to birds" into "I am a nice f.....". A former girlfriend of mine liked to say that. But she lied: She wasn't particular nice to birds at all!

Cut the guy some slack.  He was drunk.  I'm sure that if he sober he would have hit what or whoever it was that he was actually aiming at.

As I (and Popeye) always say: "I yam what I yam an’ tha’s all I yam!“
 
BTW: What makes it so fantastic to be a "geek"? Especailly  if everybody and his dog is "geeky"? Doesn't that make the un-geeky the real geeks? And why isn't that a fantastic goal to achieve? _ "I am totally normal." - "Wow! What a geek you are!"
 
NUTS! The world is NUTS!

I think he"d be better as Captain Marvel.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you... the Mississippi Avengers.
 

 
Edit: A friend suggested "Gulf Coast Avengers" as a better name, and I agree - its more consistent with the existing Avengers names/

(how do I delete stuff? - shhhhesh!)

Reading some of Christopher Lees Obituaries after yesterday I find myself thinking about real people who would make for interesting pulp heroes.
 
In lee's case RAF intelligence officer seconded to the SAS (possibly one of the inspirations for James bond) , expert fencer, multilingual, professional actor and Stuntman direct descendant of Charlemagne.
 
Also 
 
Buster Keaton Physical Phenomenon pioneering stunt man jackie chan before there was a jackie chan Parkourist before parkour
 
watch this video and tell me he wouldn't be an amazing pulp hero
 

 
so who else would you suggest 

"So," The Bear said, "You come to my cave for the secret of Ursine steel , do you?"
 
"Such is my quest," The human said earnestly, hope in his voice but it was a hope he dared not hold onto too tightly. The Bears had guarded their secrets closely from humans, and with good reason. None of them had forgiven the actions of the human King Colbert the First and that mad monarch's reign had tainted human bear relations to this day.
 
The bear scratched his chin, "Not far from here, you will find a greedy and selfish ranger! A woodland warrior who has ever vexed me."
 
The human nodded slowly. He had heard of this fellow, a man by the name of Smith, "I know of him. It would be easier to defeat him with ursine steel," He said hopefully.
 
The bear laughed, "No little human, I do not wish him killed. Bring me Smith's treasure, bring me, his picnic basket."
 
The human winced. This would be no easy achievement. The Bear was setting him to a task that the bear himself hadn't achieved. He should have known. Any animal with the secret to Ursine Steel had to be smarter than the average bear.

There seems to be a competition to see which government can be the most barbaric.
 
https://newmatilda.com/2015/04/30/wa-government-deregisters-worlds-oldest-collection-rock-art-sacred-site

Two women were sitting next to each other in a bar. 
 
After a while, one looks at the other and says, 'I can't help but think, from listening to you, that you're from Ireland.' 
 
The other woman responds proudly, 'Yes, I sure am!' 
 
The first one says, 'So am I! And whereabouts in Ireland are ya from?' 
 
The other woman answers, 'I'm from Dublin, I am.' 
 
The first one responds, 'So, am I!! And what street did you live on in Dublin?' 
 
The other woman says, 'A lovely little area. It was in the west end. I lived on Warbury Street in the old central part of town.' 
 
The first one says, 'Faith, and it's a small world. So did I! So did I! And what school did ya go to?' 
 
The other woman answers, 'well now, I went to Holy Heart of Mary, of course…' 
 
The first one gets really excited and says, 'And so did I! Tell me, what year did you graduate?
 
The other woman answers,'well, now, let's see. I graduated in 1964.' 
 
The first woman exclaims, 'The Good Lord must be smiling down upon us! I can hardly believe our good luck at winding up in the same pub tonight! Can you believe it? I graduated from Holy Heart of Mary in 1964 me self!' 
 
About this time, Michael walks into the bar, sits down, and orders a beer. 
 
Brian, the bartender, walks over to Michael shaking his head and mutters, 'It's going to be a long night tonight.' 
 
Michael asks, 'Why do you say that, Brian?' 
 
Brian answers, 'The Murphy twins are drunk again.'

Knock knock.
 
 
 

So then it is the old billy-club-to-the-brain-case-routine again, proven effective since the Stone Age.
 
But let's hear from the experts:
Nook-Nook (Travelling Huntsman, Cave 9): "Bash! Always works!"
Leif Snorrison (Haithabuian Raider): "A great tactic when I forgot to bring me broadsword."
Abdullah al Bakr (Mornigstar-Swinger, Andalusia): "Makes infidels  pray to Allah!"
Hans von Steding (North-German Mercenary, currently with the Swedish Army): "I have always been a clubbing person."
Blue Eagle (Ompapah Sioux Chieftain): "Turns the head of Custer into a cluster (of bumps)."
Peter Müller (Weimar Communist, Rotfrontkämpferbund): "SA, SS or Stahlhelm - that makes them think again."
 
So we see: The correct answer to the question that everybody has forgotten about after the club found its target.

I have passed through Indiana.  And stayed overnight in Indiana, Pa. Twice. That should count for some.

Nah, that is way to hot and deserty to make me feel comfy. Too Nordic for that.
And the whole "in-out-who-is-running-which-way?" surely is too bewildering for an old Stalinist like me.
 
Dang! I am trapped between my Aryan heritage and my communist conviction! YOU, SIR, DID THAT ON PURPOSE!

Maybe we can have some latter-day Vopos out to make it feel like the old days, too.

I always thought the motto of American police was "To Protect & Serve" and not "To Play Ball while on Duty and Be Cool (kinda, sorta, in a pitiful way)".
 
And they forgot the following things:
1) If you want to get into good relations with the kids in the neighborhood,  belittling them playing ball by "talking trash" is NOT the way to do it.
2) If you then get challenged to a ball game, do that OFF DUTY. A cop in uniform throwing a ball and getting sweaty is not exactly an image of authority.
3) If you play you can lose.
4) If you lose today, you'll find that spead on you tube and what-not because people in Afghanistan, Patagonia and Moscow South MUST KNOW what happend in your beighbors backyard, the corner next block or you sister's room. Decency IS DEAD!
5) If you win or lose, thank them for a good game and invite everybody to a coke. Be a good sport.
6) If the kids would like to play again, consider it. But don't force them to play with you. Act like an adult.
 
And if you did not do the aforementioned, carry your incompetence like a man and don't try to cover it by abusing the power given to you by law to serve the public - not your own damged (and probably quite tiny) ego.
 
Well, today's America it seems that the kid can count himself lucky that they did not gun him down for "cheating" at the game while using a taser and fould language.
 
Reading all this really makes we looking forward to my holiday in the States this summer. Well, flights not booked yet. Will see. German politics and public affairs suck too but at least I don't have to spend 3T to feel miserable and alienated.

What do we want?
More questions!
When do we want them?
Thanks!
 

What do we want?!
Time travel!
When do we want it?!
Irrelevant!

A squirrel is in a pine tree, when all of a sudden, it starts shaking. He looks down, and sees an elephant climbing the tree.
 
"What are you doing? Why are you climbing my tree?" the squirrel calls down to the elephant.
 
"I'm coming up there to eat some pears!" the elephant responds.
 
"You fool! This is a pine tree! There aren't any pears up here!"
 
The elephant looks perplexed for a moment, and then says, "But I brought my own pears."

My mother, a retired elementary school teacher, has a penance stare that still works. At a recent high school basketball game, some kid behind her was kicking the seat of her best friend (also an elem teacher). The friend turned and stared at the kid. He laughed and kept going. My mother turned and gave him the full "teacher's look" she calls it. He gulped, stopped kicking, and then pulled his feet up under himself.

My two €-cents:
1) There seems to be a lack of training on the part of US police officers. If you compare the number of people killed by police in the USA and Germany in the year 2013 you will find that US police killed about 320 people (Wikipedia), German police 19. Another number I found is 1,450.
Even if you break it down in relation to the different population size (350 Mio to 80 Mio) that is 3.7 times as many (or even 17 times!) killed by police.
I am not saying that all and every killing was unjustified, but the difference is astounding. Either Americans are much more violent than Germans and can only be stopped by deadly force, or US police is more trigger-happy.
2) The influx of military equipment and weapons seems to foster a more militaristic mind-set with cops.
3) That, coupled with ongoing military campaigns for the last 14 years plus the ongoing siege mentality in the US ("Terrorists are out to get us!") plus an ongoing class-warfare that keeps a lot of middle and working class Americans in a state of debt while lowering their incomes seem to make society more on edge. "More on edge" means that people (ordinary citizens, the underclass, the cops, politicians) may get the message: "They are out to get YOU! Don't give them a chance.
 
So, if you get ill-trained, gung-ho, financially insecure police officers in a society ripe with frustration in the street and they meet financially insecure, frustrated and potentially or seemingly violent people it is only a question of time and place when desasters will happen.
 
And I didn't even speak about the American obsession and proliferation of guns which makes it more likely for police to be shot at.
 
And I stayed clear of accusations of racism - mainly because I think it is more classism than racism: To my knowledge the people killed where more on the poorer side than on the well-to-do side of society (one a student, one a kid, one a family father trying to make a living by selling single cigarettes ina park). There is a strong correlation of being black and being poor in America (like in Germany with having Turkish roots and being a school-drop-out and poor).
 
That being said, I am assessing this from 8,000 miles afar - as a German.

Don't even enter the territory of "realism" - we speak about a bulletproof girl that is super-strong, can fly and can look thru wall (with and without superhot eye-beams) because she hails from an exploded planet.
 
If you are capable of excepting that then there is no reason not to accept that she wears a stainless, super-bright dress that can get dusty but *OHMYGAWD* does not even stain when some jerk spills red wine on it at a party.
 
That is why this GIRL is SUPER!