Published September 26, 2009 08:23 pm - I know this kind of column makes my friends nervous (“What guy is gonna want to date her now?”) but I tell them not to worry: As a general rule, boneheads don’t know they’re boneheads and, thus, won’t know this column is about them.
Emu to officer: 'Don't tase me, bro'
By Kelly Kazek
kelly@athensnews-courier.com
Y’all know I try hard not to judge.
Really I do.
The problem with this lofty goal is that guys keep throwing up roadblocks.
Men are boneheads, and as a not so highly paid journalist, I feel I must call them on it.
OK, sorry, that was a blanket statement. Let’s try this: Men are boneheads when they come across a new toy, by which I mean anything that plugs in, uses batteries, has a remote, makes really cool zapping sounds, or is really, really shiny.
And if it leaves behind a slight burning smell, well, more’s the better.
I know this kind of column makes my friends nervous (“What guy is gonna want to date her now?”) but I tell them not to worry: As a general rule, boneheads don’t know they’re boneheads and, thus, won’t know this column is about them.
It’s one of those protective delusion-type things, sort of like how the governor of South Carolina Gov. Mark Sanford tells himself he has a “greater voice” in the government now that the scandal of his Argentinian lover gave him more press.
Anyhoo, I always like to back my claims of boneheadedness with evidence.
Exhibit One: Police officers Taser a 76-year-old man driving an antique tractor in the Deer Creek Days parade in Wyoming.
Here’s how this one likely went down:
Goober: “Did you see that, Ed Earl? That geezer on the tractor didn’t even heed my hand signal and he’s doing – what? – three, four miles per hour?”
Ed Earl: “What should we do, Goob?”
Goober, hitching up his gun belt and heading for the patrol car: “I’m goin’ after him.”
Ed Earl: “OK, but I don’t think you’ll need the car.”