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Do five big beer companies force Native Americans to abuse alcohol?

By David McElroy · February 10, 2012

The Oglala Sioux Tribe of South Dakota is suing five big companies that make beer, asking that they cough up half a billion dollars in compensation for the economic, social and health consequences of their products. As far as I’m concerned, it’s just a legal shakedown.

Alcohol is illegal on the tribe’s Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, but that doesn’t mean the Native Americans who live there don’t drink. There’s a tremendous alcohol problem there. So where do the people get their illegal booze? It mostly comes from a few tiny places such as Whiteclay, Neb., a town of 14 people, whose four beer stores sell an average of 11,000 cans of beer each day.

So legal stores are selling a legal product to people who are legally competent to buy it. So why is the tribe suing the beer companies instead of placing the blame on the people who choose to spend their lives this way? The lawsuit says that the stores sell the beer knowing that the purchasers must be intending to smuggle it onto the reservation, but I still can’t figure out how that makes it the stores’ fault — or the beer-makers’ fault.

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Can it be real love at first sight? This story may make you believe

By David McElroy · February 9, 2012

In 1994, John Perry Barlow took his girlfriend to the Los Angeles airport for a flight to New York City. He would be following her later that day and would see her at the apartment they shared. At the curb, Cynthia said, “We were made for each other, Baby. Nothing can keep us apart.”

That was the last thing she ever said to Barlow, because she died during the flight.

The story of John Perry Barlow and Cynthia Horner is a love story that you’re going to want to hear. Even though it doesn’t have a happy ending, that doesn’t make the story any less compelling and thought-provoking. That’s especially true if you’re not sure you believe in “love at first sight” or “soul mates” or that sort of romantic “nonsense.”

I first heard this story years ago on the public radio show, “This American Life,” and I was reminded of it again this week when the episode was repeated. At this link, scroll down to Act Three — “When Worlds Collide”— to hear the story.

Barlow is known to different people for different reasons. I first heard of him because of his association during the ’90s with NeXT, which was the computer company Steve Jobs founded after he left Apple. He’s also the co-founder of the Electronic Frontier Foundation and is well-known as an activist for online civil liberties. Fans of the Grateful Dead will know him best as one of the band’s long-time lyricists.

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Monkeys celebrating new donation button, hoping for more bananas

By David McElroy · February 8, 2012

When I added a donation button to the site earlier this week — on the top right of the page — I had no idea people would actually use it. As you can see from this picture of Leonardo counting the money, though, some donations have already come in.

I’ve been urged for months to add this feature, but I resisted because it felt too much like begging. People kept telling me that some folks wanted to give, so I should give them a chance. So if you enjoy the site and want to help feed the monkeys, this is your chance.

The monkeys are starting to make lists of things they want me to buy with the money. The leading idea, of course, is more bananas, but a few had interesting ideas. One mentioned a company helicopter for them to fly. Another thought we should get new typewriters for all the monkeys. One guy even mentioned getting t-shirts for all the readers. I’m still thinking about what to do with this motherlode of cash, but right now I’m leaning toward blowing it on Chick-fil-A or the bill for Internet service.

Seriously, I really appreciate those of you who’ve contributed. The money is really nice, but the psychological boost that comes from the support is even more important. So thanks. I really appreciate you.

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As part of my effort to rid my life of social media, I will no longer display links to my two Instagram accounts here. Those accounts will be dormant for the time being and will eventually be deleted. I plan to have a method for displaying photos here instead, but the solutions I’ve tested so far have been disappointing. I’m still working on it.

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Sunset, Leeds, Alabama — August 19, 2026 Sunset, Leeds, Alabama — August 19, 2026
When I got home at midnight Monday, I was doing so When I got home at midnight Monday, I was doing some work in the studio and Oliver wanted to join me. The first picture is when I just showed him around to acclimate him to the place again. (He rarely goes in there, but I have pictures of him in that studio on the night I brought him home as a kitten.) The second picture is the best portrait I could get of us. He looked nice and natural, but I looked a bit ridiculous. 😺
Earlier this week, I found two photos of Lucy and Earlier this week, I found two photos of Lucy and me that I had never seen. I loved finding the pictures, but seeing these photos left me thinking about the effect it has on us when we lose an animal we love — and it was also a reminder of how much my life has changed for the last nine months it’s been since I lost her. I wrote an essay about this. You can find it as the most recent post at davidmcelroy.org right now if you’re interested. I really do miss this sweet girl.
When I take lightning pictures, I’m always hoping When I take lightning pictures, I’m always hoping to get just one usable photo, but I got two dramatic images tonight. You might recognize the water tower and communication tower that you’ve seen in many of my sunset photos. This is about a mile from my house in Leeds, which is just east of Birmingham.
For those who are in places where it’s miserably h For those who are in places where it’s miserably hot today, here is a minute of light rain and gentle thunder from my back yard late Saturday afternoon. It’s very relaxing to stand at my back door and watch this, especially since the heat is pretty mild today — 80 degrees (about 26 celsius) — for July in the American South.
Alex was willing to cooperate with me for a new po Alex was willing to cooperate with me for a new portrait late Wednesday night. It’s been roughly three and a half years now since the cold night when I was able to lure him out from behind a garbage dumpster into a trap — but I don’t think he’s sorry at this point that he fell for the trick. 😺
This is the face of a man who’s thrilled that the This is the face of a man who’s thrilled that the weekend is finally here. It was a very long (and productive) week, but the time has finally come that I have time to write and read and think. Late Friday night, I’m at the McDonald’s near my house with a Diet Dr Pepper and a MacBook. For me, it’s like Cheers without the booze.
Donald Trump has figured out who to blame for the Donald Trump has figured out who to blame for the the D.C. Reflecting Pool turning green. The dastardly deed was carried out by a specially trained squad of Antifa cats trained by the Far Left. It’s not his fault. Arrest all the cats! #satire #parody
This was the sunset that faced me as I left Walmar This was the sunset that faced me as I left Walmart near my house just a few minutes ago. It was a beautiful light show for just a few minutes.
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I’ve brought the stray tuxedo cat inside a few min I’ve brought the stray tuxedo cat inside a few minutes for a couple of days now, just to see how he would react. I’ve confined him to one room, separated from my three cats, of course. He’s purring for me, but every little noise startles him, such as the refrigerator in this short clip. I think he likes it in here.
I brought the little tuxedo guy inside the house f I brought the little tuxedo guy inside the house for just a few minutes Friday night. He tolerated it pretty well, but he was ready to go very quickly. I had Alex, Oliver and Sam put away in the office so they wouldn’t react to him (and vice versa). He’s on the front porch eating now. I still haven’t found any evidence that he already has a home.
Almost a month ago, I posted a photo of a “tuxedo Almost a month ago, I posted a photo of a “tuxedo cat” who’s been hanging out in my neighborhood. I can’t find any evidence that he has a home, so I eventually started leaving water and food out for him. He’s been eating on my porch and he finally let me rub him while he ate a couple of days ago. He’s purred while I rubbed him for the last two nights and he let me pick him up for a minute late Thursday night. He wasn’t thrilled with me picking him up, but he allowed it — and didn’t try to scratch me. I took this photo of us while he was trying to decide whether to tolerate me or eat me alive. 😺
Cats haven’t change that much over the centuries. Cats haven’t change that much over the centuries. One of these is an Egyptian statue that’s in a British museum. The other is Oliver. If you just saw the outlines, would be know for sure which was which? 😺
I was just taking a photo of Alex in his bed when I was just taking a photo of Alex in his bed when Oliver decided he wanted to get in on the picture.
From the CritterCam: I’m finally getting to sleep From the CritterCam: I’m finally getting to sleep at 4:30 a.m. and this is what Alex is doing. He’s hanging over the side of his bed almost in the middle of the frame for the webcam. He amuses me. 😺
Alex woke up briefly when I told him I was leaving Alex woke up briefly when I told him I was leaving for the afternoon, but he didn’t seem concerned enough about my impending absence to change his afternoon napping plans.
Sam just woke up from a long nap on that window si Sam just woke up from a long nap on that window sill — and he‘s not yet sure where to take his next nap. It’s tough to fit all of the planned napping into his busy Monday schedule.
From the CritterCam: At 3 a.m., the night vision m From the CritterCam: At 3 a.m., the night vision mode of the webcam shows Alex engaging in a pretty vigorous bath as he’s curled up in his bed ready for sleep.
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It hasn’t happened yet, but there’s a possibility that I might be taking in a fourth feline. A couple of months ago, a cat-loving neighbor asked whether I’d seen a “tuxedo cat” hanging out in the neighborhood. I hadn’t, but this guy eventually wandered past my house a few weeks later — and we haven’t been able to find evidence that he has a home. I’ve been giving him water and food for the last week and he finally let me pet him two nights ago. He’s purred for me two nights in a row and he let me take a low-quality selfie with him Thursday night. Tonight, though, he let me pick him up and bring him inside to look around. This went surprisingly well, as you can see from this photo. I don’t know whether he’ll be joining the family, but I’m certain that Alex, Oliver and Sam would vote no, at least until they get to know him. I’m trying to make certain he doesn’t have a home, but if he does join us, what do you suppose his name will be?

It turns out that the radical far left has been training “Antifa cats” to sabotage anything important to Donald Trump. Everything he did was perfect. Honest. It was all the cats’ fault. Arrest all the cats! This is the latest of my ridiculous satirical shorts. Please go watch it. Then “like” it and subscribe. Please. I’m begging you. (Too much?) Although a couple of the previous videos have had views in the hundreds, most have still been seen by fewer than 20 people. So I seem to be having trouble letting people know that page exists.

Here’s the latest of my ridiculous parody shorts. It crossed my mind Tuesday to wonder what a slick and fast-talking car dealer might do right now to try to turn the high price of gasoline to his advantage. So I conceived of a fat and lovable character who tried to sell cars that don’t use any fuel — and then I started wondering if it would be funnier if all the characters were felines. Designing the King Cashpaw character took about four hours, but the rest took only another four hours, so this was a relatively quick piece that virtually wrote itself. I know it’s almost impossible for these parody videos to find a larger audience, but at least they amuse me — and there are 19 of them on my YouTube page now. The first few were very limited, but they’re getting more complex.

The Republican Party is dead. It still exists in name, of course, but it’s nothing but a shell. All that’s left are idiots and stooges and con men of the MAGA party. When Donald Trump is gone — which won’t be long — those populist idiots and pragmatic fools will have no one to follow. Democrats will thrive. They will take more power than ever and they will push the federal government further to the radical far left than ever. When that happens, don’t just blame Trump if you’re a conservative. Blame every person who has claimed to be a conservative and has given up on principles, character and everything else that Republicans once claimed to stand for. As someone who worked as a GOP political consultant for many years, this is disgusting and disturbing to me. Those who have enabled Trump to have almost unchecked power are going to be shocked when they see what they will unleash in the long run. It’s been plain all along what this narcissistic con man is. It’s your fault that you chose to pretend not to see what he really is.

We are ruled by the dumbest and most incompetent people among us — and we have a system which allows stupid and irresponsible people to force the costs of their idiocy onto smarter and wiser people. Can we get away with that? Yes, for quite some time. But we eventually reach a point at which the dumbest of the dumb — who are habitual liars and mentally ill fools — lead us to the disasters and destruction that some of us have seen coming for years. We are approaching that point. And yet most of the idiots around us still wave their rhetorical banners of support for the evil people who are leading us to ruin — and all of them point their fingers at someone else, never noticing that their own enthusiastic support of evil is to blame. When things finally fall apart, blame yourself for your blindness to the evil, not whoever happens to be in power when it happens.

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