You might recall that last year an international group of astronomers concluded that our solar system does not have nine planets as was previously thought, but eight, plus a whole bunch of sub-planetary detrius floating around. This was particularly bad news for the space-object-formerly-known-as-Pluto (SOFKAP), which was reclassified by this body of astronomers as nothing more than a big rock and is no longer considered a planet. My very educated mother just served us nine pizzas, indeed!
For concerned fans of the planet Pluto, it seemed that nothing could be done to save the little fellow from demotion. Science had spoken. All was lost.
Until now. The state of New Mexico, in a courageous assertion of state's rights, has decided to thwart scientific opinion by recognizing Pluto as a planet while SOFKAP is in its jurisdiction. Forget gay marriage-- if the New Mexican legislature has its way, the SOFKAP scandal will become the biggest issue in state's rights for a long time to come. As the Las Cruces Sun-News reports, "Under a measure approved by the House on Tuesday, Pluto will regain its status as a planet as it passes through New Mexico skies. The joint memorial also declared March 13 as "Pluto Planet Day."" That's right, whenever SOFKAP, the little planet that could, finds itself over the New Mexican skies, it can hold its head up high, a planet once again. And I, for one, am glad that New Mexico has taken a position on this issue. When will other states, or even the federal government, stop wasting time with absolutely pointless legislation and get on with the important work of governing? Thanks to New Mexico, planets of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth. Bravo!
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Well, you know what they say: you can't legislate astronomy.
If you were reading closely, I think you'd discover that you can.
And if YOU were reading closely, you'd discover... hrumph... [mumble, mumble] ahmm... so there!
Family Council Resolution 3467: Whereas, we are convinced that the moon is made of cheese; whereas the rocks brought back from the moon were probably fabricated by the US government (according to that documentary that Aeijtzsche and I watched sophomore year); whereas the opinions of astronomers and geologists counts for naught; be it resolved that when the moon passes through the jurisdiction of my home in the grand state of Indiana, it will be made of cheese. And a planet.
Wow, legislating science is fun. I need to pass more resolutions like this. By the way, running your household according to parlimentary rules is the only way to go. Wife wants to cook lima beans for dinner? Make her the secretary of the Interior (what does that guy do, anyway?). Husband wants to spend all the hard earned money on a research trip to the moon? Filabuster.
Sort of hegemonically stereotypical, don't you think?
Many voluptuous epicureans make jello salad unusually naughty.
Don't you mean
"Many voluptuous epicureans make jello salad unusually naughty, please"?
I want to be accepted in New Mexico.
A lull,
An ace UPS guy
unveils jello rum.
And say:
A dunk;
"No toy anathemas!"
Mary very enticingly made Jack say unrehearsed nothings.
or, for the Pluto lovers: Marx voiced economic-materialist jargon some university neophytes prefer.
ok, you lost me. what the heck are you doing?
Ha, ha! Dave doesn't get it! Ha!
so?
mercury venus earth mars jupiter saturn uranus neptune (pluto)
My always-anagramming thought insists every grammar-code, likening "entrap" as coded "parent"-- so (on and so forth)
meanwhile, very energetic memories just started uncovering new planets
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