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.”
Apparently after the officers “chased down” the errant tractor driver, he required a few shots from the stun gun to be brought into submission, and here’s why:
Goober: “Looks like he’s still struggling, Ed Earl.”
Ed Earl: “Ummm. I think he may be having a seizure.”
Goober: “Whatever. I have this here new Taser on my belt, fresh out of its plastic wrap. I tell you, he’s struggling.”
ZAP.
Ed Earl, with awe in his voice: “Wouldya look at that? You got him good.”
Goober: “Yeah, all but that one foot. See it twitching?”
Ed Earl: “I think he’s just twitching from …”
ZAP.
Ed Earl: “He kinda looks like a bass flopping on the dock. Reckon what would happen if …”
ZAP, ZAP.
Ed Earl: “Heck, this is fun. Look at the way his eyes are rolling back in his head. My turn. My turn.”
Goober: “Okay, Ed Earl, but don’t change the settings. I’ve got them just the way I like …”
ZAP.
And that is why Tasers are truly dangerous weapons – to the public.
It’s a proven scientific fact that guys cannot have a gadget in their possession without using it.
Need another example?
Alrighty then. Here’s one from last week when police in a Mississippi town received call law officers everywhere live in fear of.
That’s right: Emus darting through traffic on Interstate 20.
I can’t be sure how officers wrangled SUV-dodging emus in pre-Taser days – rope, tranquilizer darts, ‘Here, emu, emu?’ – but modern officers have that handy dandy jolt of reality on their belts so, naturally … ZAP.
Bless his little emu heart. He had to be squawking in a language only his feathered brethren could understand: “Don’t Tase me, bro. Don’t Tase me.”
The Associated Press story continues with the tidbit that the emu also was restrained with hand—claw? – cuffs.
Goober: “Ed Earl, I’ve got these shiny handcuffs I’ve never even gotten to use.”
Ed Earl: “Hmm, that emu’s still a little twitchy, if you ask me. Might be he’s resistin’.
Goober: “Resisting. Yeah, resisting. I like the way you thing Ed Earl.”
CLINK.
Ed Earl: “Reckon what’s that smell?”
Goober: “I don’t know, Ed Earl, but I’m craving me some fried chicken.”
Ed Earl: “Sounds good, but I’m driving. I haven’t got a chance to run the new siren yet.”
Kelly Kazek
Emu to officer: 'Don't tase me, bro'
- Kelly Kazek
-
-
Each generation contends with struggles
This generation of young people thinks art appreciation is LOLing at Google Doodles. They don’t know dictionaries and encyclopedias were items you used to have to actually hold on your laptop, and they could be really heavy.
-
Whoever said it, it's still true
It’s a great feeling to have a daughter who holds a job, keeps her grades up, manages her own money and still takes time for fun with friends in a healthy balance. After she sat on the sofa during high school and watched two seasons of “The Jersey Shore,” I wasn’t so sure.
-
Biography of Kelly Kazek
Kelly Kazek was born in Warner Robins, Ga., in whichever year adds up to her being 35.
-
I was proud to be part of it
I am proud to serve on the committee that is helping make the memorial a reality and I wanted to thank everyone who was instrumental in the plan.
-
In Athens, Ala., grease is the word ...
I think the festival is a great idea. On that day, we can unabashedly show our love for all things Southern, as well as all things Greek. That means we can eat fried macaroni-and-cheese bites while wearing togas, which, if twisted just right, can be very slimming. At least, that’s what I’ve heard.
-
Most of us have no choice about work
I think our system has devolved to the point that all politicians, and by extension their families, are so wealthy they can’t truly have an understanding of the lives of ordinary people.
-
I won! I won! I won! I won!
I made a decision a long time ago that I do not wish to win mega-millions. Nope, I’ll earn mine the old fashioned way: One sweat-stained penny at a time. I should reach a million by the time I’m, say, 142.
-
If you’re stupid and you know it, clap your hands
And as the saying goes, “Ignorance of your own stupidity is probably a good thing,” or something like that.
-
Imagine bringing own toilet paper to work
Humor writers rarely have the occasion to hear four sweeter words than “great toilet paper debacle,” but in the case of Trenton, N.J., a recent incident is more of a cause for sadness and reflection than ridicule and laughter.
-
Machines don't understand Southern accents
... they are either not programmed to understand the subtleties of the Southern accent, or they’re programmed to drive us to therapy.
- More Kelly Kazek Headlines
-


