Last 4 panels: about damn time. Hoorah for Phil and Kathy.
2nd and 3rd panels – damn I despise people like that Japanese chick. Whenever I hear/read somebody talk like that I am SSSSOOOOOO tempted to ask them “If was so great in (whereever you came from) why the hell did you leave!?” Then I’d want to put in the.1st $10 to start a collection to buy them a bus ticket home.
agreed on both accounts .. congrats Phil an Kathy..
it’s not the gun.. it’s the people… yes in Okinawa punishment using a gun is so bad that the Yakuza only use if life in prison is better.!
but.. the homicide rate is still that of Detroit.. they just use knifes or clubs.. the new thing is massacre’s,. IE: firebombing an locking the doors…
Problem is you CAN NOT convince people like her of that. They are so – conditioned? brainwashed? – against firearms that all they know is to rail against them and demand they be outlawed. But it comes down to the difference between citizens and subjects. I’ve read that the difference between citizens and subjects basically comes down to the right to keep and bear arms. It occurs to me that the difference between subjects and serfs is largely semantics. Sadly, so many of our species reject citizenship and willingly knuckle under and accept subjecthood. Citizenship is messy, often disordered and demands an individual take responsibility for their actions. Subjects willingly accept sharply curtailed – even abolished – liberty in return for the promise of order and stability and the illusion of safety. I’m with Jefferson who once said, “I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than those attending too small a degree of it.”
While researching the above quote I came across this tidbit which so accurate it almost seems anachronistic. Jefferson wrote, “I think we have more machinery of government than is necessary, too many parasites living on the labor of the industrious.” That could have been written yesterday. If he believed that 250 years ago what would he think of us today?
The old man walks away shaking his head and muttering to hiself “Land of the free and home of the brave. Yep! Yep! Says so right here on the label.”
I’m beginning to think that the Wolf Empire needs to start doing both psychological and sociological screening, or at least instruction, for new immigrants, students and tourists… If people are allowed to enter the country, they at least should have an informed background before deciding to go there… (Personally I think anyone going to a foreign country from any other country, should be required to take a Cultural Familiarization course before being allowed into another country. It would avoid a LOT of headaches on all sides. Of course, refugees and displaced people should be given the course once in the country.)
I tried to learn as much about Japanese culture when I was stationed there 2/79 – 8/82. I tried very hard not to be an “ugly American”. Even tried to learn the language – at least enough to ask where the restroom was or which way to the train station. I learned the proper way to say “please” and “thank you”. One of the most egregious language screw ups many GIs did.was.in asking where the restroom was. Service people aren’t angels but some times they can be very crude even when they don’t mean to be. Somehow, a lot of guys “learn” that the Japanese word for restroom is “benjo” and that the word for “where” is “doko” and so will walk upto some Japanese person and blurt out “benjo doko?”. Benjo sort of means toilet but it is a very rude crude and vulgar word – think “shitter” instead of “toilet”. The polite word is more like “toire” (toilet with a Japanese accent. Essentially what the dufus is going up so some person on the street and in a rather loud voice blurts out “Shitter! Where?” The usual response was to point in some vague direction to get the oaf out of their face. The proper way to ask the question would be “Gome nasai, (excuse me) toire wa (toilet subject) doko des ka? (where it is question)” I found that I got much more useful answers when I asked nicely. I still had a barbarous Americajin accent but they appreciated my trying to be polite. I actually got pretty good in the language while I was there. Sadly I never learned much Korean despite spending a good bit of 79 & 80 there and my command of Tagalog (the national language of the Philippines where I spent 10 lovely weeks) was quite limited. But I tried to make sure that about every 5th book I devoured while in the far East was Japanese or Pacific War history or Japanese culture. Even brought back a souvenir of Tokyo. She’s 40 now and has given me 2 beautiful grandchildren.
key word,, polite .! was in Okinawa in 87,. Philippines in 88,. an Korea in 89… but we were taught ‘torie doko’ and to ask “Quietly”
an useless info Tagalog is ‘benyo’ an Korean is ,, hwajangsil eodiyeyo ,, good luck with that… no really.. it’s ‘ hwa – jang – sil ,, e-o-di-ye-yo ‘ ,..
because my sister (twin) was into Japanese culture in middle school i got to learn it by rote…so when i went over ,, i got 3 x 5 cards and asked what phrases , they were asking , an had them write it down.. the locals loved it.. 🙂
oh yeah, they were also taught ,, thank you = no more harry gator ( Domo Arigato ) ,, and, your welcome = don’t touch the mustache ( Dou itashimashite ) 😉
Found online:
“Seen a lot of good goofs over the years but it’s tough to beat the time my friend texted me:
“I cooked an extra corn cob I don’t want, you hungry?” He lived in California, I lived in Kentucky.
I said sure and immediately forgot about it. Five days later I got it in the mail.”
We did that with a frog in Biology in ’66. First we pithed the thing (didn’t have to worry about PITA back then 😉 ) then we dissected it. My lab group’s frog’s heart was still beating when we finished so, at the teacher’s suggestion, we plopped it in a beaker full of ringer’s lactate and some glucose and left it to it’s own devices. IMS the thing kept going for another 3 days. We were starting to worry that we might have started our very own version of the chicken heart that ate Chicago!
Last 4 panels: about damn time. Hoorah for Phil and Kathy.
2nd and 3rd panels – damn I despise people like that Japanese chick. Whenever I hear/read somebody talk like that I am SSSSOOOOOO tempted to ask them “If was so great in (whereever you came from) why the hell did you leave!?” Then I’d want to put in the.1st $10 to start a collection to buy them a bus ticket home.
agreed on both accounts .. congrats Phil an Kathy..
it’s not the gun.. it’s the people… yes in Okinawa punishment using a gun is so bad that the Yakuza only use if life in prison is better.!
but.. the homicide rate is still that of Detroit.. they just use knifes or clubs.. the new thing is massacre’s,. IE: firebombing an locking the doors…
Problem is you CAN NOT convince people like her of that. They are so – conditioned? brainwashed? – against firearms that all they know is to rail against them and demand they be outlawed. But it comes down to the difference between citizens and subjects. I’ve read that the difference between citizens and subjects basically comes down to the right to keep and bear arms. It occurs to me that the difference between subjects and serfs is largely semantics. Sadly, so many of our species reject citizenship and willingly knuckle under and accept subjecthood. Citizenship is messy, often disordered and demands an individual take responsibility for their actions. Subjects willingly accept sharply curtailed – even abolished – liberty in return for the promise of order and stability and the illusion of safety. I’m with Jefferson who once said, “I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than those attending too small a degree of it.”
While researching the above quote I came across this tidbit which so accurate it almost seems anachronistic. Jefferson wrote, “I think we have more machinery of government than is necessary, too many parasites living on the labor of the industrious.” That could have been written yesterday. If he believed that 250 years ago what would he think of us today?
The old man walks away shaking his head and muttering to hiself “Land of the free and home of the brave. Yep! Yep! Says so right here on the label.”
I addressed your point here, in the last panel:
http://thegentlewolf.net/comic/tgw-181/
Do you have the statistics on Okinawa? It would be a big help.
https://theconversation.com/despite-japans-low-crime-rates-its-seen-a-number-of-mass-stabbings-in-the-past-decade-117910
That’s not the only stereotype she’s guilty of. Big does not equal dumb, and smart does not equal trained or responsible.
I’m beginning to think that the Wolf Empire needs to start doing both psychological and sociological screening, or at least instruction, for new immigrants, students and tourists… If people are allowed to enter the country, they at least should have an informed background before deciding to go there… (Personally I think anyone going to a foreign country from any other country, should be required to take a Cultural Familiarization course before being allowed into another country. It would avoid a LOT of headaches on all sides. Of course, refugees and displaced people should be given the course once in the country.)
Thank you. You’ve given me an idea which will show up tomorrow.
Now I have to re-do tomorrow’s strip. >sigh<
Now I’ doubly looking forward to the next installment.
Sorry?
I tried to learn as much about Japanese culture when I was stationed there 2/79 – 8/82. I tried very hard not to be an “ugly American”. Even tried to learn the language – at least enough to ask where the restroom was or which way to the train station. I learned the proper way to say “please” and “thank you”. One of the most egregious language screw ups many GIs did.was.in asking where the restroom was. Service people aren’t angels but some times they can be very crude even when they don’t mean to be. Somehow, a lot of guys “learn” that the Japanese word for restroom is “benjo” and that the word for “where” is “doko” and so will walk upto some Japanese person and blurt out “benjo doko?”. Benjo sort of means toilet but it is a very rude crude and vulgar word – think “shitter” instead of “toilet”. The polite word is more like “toire” (toilet with a Japanese accent. Essentially what the dufus is going up so some person on the street and in a rather loud voice blurts out “Shitter! Where?” The usual response was to point in some vague direction to get the oaf out of their face. The proper way to ask the question would be “Gome nasai, (excuse me) toire wa (toilet subject) doko des ka? (where it is question)” I found that I got much more useful answers when I asked nicely. I still had a barbarous Americajin accent but they appreciated my trying to be polite. I actually got pretty good in the language while I was there. Sadly I never learned much Korean despite spending a good bit of 79 & 80 there and my command of Tagalog (the national language of the Philippines where I spent 10 lovely weeks) was quite limited. But I tried to make sure that about every 5th book I devoured while in the far East was Japanese or Pacific War history or Japanese culture. Even brought back a souvenir of Tokyo. She’s 40 now and has given me 2 beautiful grandchildren.
key word,, polite .! was in Okinawa in 87,. Philippines in 88,. an Korea in 89… but we were taught ‘torie doko’ and to ask “Quietly”
an useless info Tagalog is ‘benyo’ an Korean is ,, hwajangsil eodiyeyo ,, good luck with that… no really.. it’s ‘ hwa – jang – sil ,, e-o-di-ye-yo ‘ ,..
because my sister (twin) was into Japanese culture in middle school i got to learn it by rote…so when i went over ,, i got 3 x 5 cards and asked what phrases , they were asking , an had them write it down.. the locals loved it.. 🙂
oh yeah, they were also taught ,, thank you = no more harry gator ( Domo Arigato ) ,, and, your welcome = don’t touch the mustache ( Dou itashimashite ) 😉
Found online:
“Seen a lot of good goofs over the years but it’s tough to beat the time my friend texted me:
“I cooked an extra corn cob I don’t want, you hungry?” He lived in California, I lived in Kentucky.
I said sure and immediately forgot about it. Five days later I got it in the mail.”
Judging by the way they are being scowled at, I suspect the young ladies have not taken sufficient account of Catian hearing…
Little Kitty has big ears.
Catian has Sonar Lock on offensive twit!
Thank you Petercat! You DO have a heart. Kathy has joined the living!
Of course I have a heart!
I have the heart of a small child.
In a jar.
On my desk.
🙂 okay Mary Shelly.. o.0
Did you at least cast it in acrylic? Or are you preserving it in formaldehyde?
Nutrient solution.
It’s still beating.
We did that with a frog in Biology in ’66. First we pithed the thing (didn’t have to worry about PITA back then 😉 ) then we dissected it. My lab group’s frog’s heart was still beating when we finished so, at the teacher’s suggestion, we plopped it in a beaker full of ringer’s lactate and some glucose and left it to it’s own devices. IMS the thing kept going for another 3 days. We were starting to worry that we might have started our very own version of the chicken heart that ate Chicago!
Very glad for Kathy and Phil. Like you said Kitty has big ears.