Wednesday, January 14, 2026

I'm Not Really Interested In Going On About The Death Of Scott Adams

Other than to say that his decision, reportedly early into his diagnosis with prostate cancer to try the Trump cult, internet doctor playing snake oil peddlers advice to use  ivermectin and fenbendazole is possibly what really doomed him.  It wasn't if he was one of the millions of Americans who couldn't afford routine medical check-ups or ever, most likely, to pay for actual treatment provided by scientific medicine.   I suspect it was his arrogance and choice to be a libertarian-right-winger that was the source of those decisions. 

Millions of Americans are being thrown out of health insurance, People who would follow sound medical advice if they could afford it and it was made available to them.   I'll worry about them instead of a dead cartoon scribbler whose strip I stopped reading sometime in the mid 1990s because I realized his about three jokes had been repeated way too many times by then.   The ultimately and similarly repugnant Johnny Hart was a fount of humor compared to him.* 

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Instead I'll tell you a joke I heard a priest tell the other day.

There were two fishermen (let's say they're Irish, he was Scottish so he made them Scottish) out to ocean in a boat when a storm came up.   They were terrified and sure they were about to be broken up in the ocean and drowned. 

Paddy:  We'd better get down on our knees and pray to be saved.

Eoin:  I haven't prayed in 40 years.

Paddy:  Well, unless you want to die you'd better start.

Eoin (kneeling):  God,  I haven't spoken to you for 40 years,  and if you save us from this storm I promise not to bother you for another 40.  

* Update,  what was it, about sixty years ago I saw this in the Boston Globe and it's one of the few cartoons I've remembered so vividly.   



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