Tomorrow I expect to see Scott Adams retweet his “Republicans will be hunted” post from a couple years ago.

Oh No…

…anyway.

“Come, come, you wasp; i’ faith, you are too angry.

Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

Petruchio: My remedy is then, to pluck it out.

Katherine: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies.

Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.

Katherine: In his tongue.

Petruchio: Whose tongue?

Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.

Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.”

Spider-cat, Spider-cat

Doing things where the spider’s at

Spins a web, lands on feet

Catches thieves, he’s really neat

Look out, here comes the Spider-cat

When I was a kid my parents had The Best of Bill Cosby on record. I wore that vinyl out playing it over and over. I memorized the bits. I bought all the cassettes I could find. I have vague memories of Fat Albert on Saturday morning. And some movie where he played the devil. And The Cosby Show. I wanted to be Bill Cosby when I grew up.

Has any other beloved celebrity fallen as far as Cosby? I mean he was universally considered to be a genuinely nice guy. He was America’s Dad.

While this is a good first step, let me know when we start applying this standard to US companies.