It’s Work From Home Friday! Here’s another episode of Quick Hits with Trint!

If this doesn’t tug at your heart, you should see a cardiologist right away; You probably have a cold heart of stone.

Here’s the back story.

According to this news article (which I admit is from a ring-wing-nut web site), recent data released from the Centers for Disease Control shows that, in 2008, sexually transmitted diseases infected more new people than college graduations and new jobs combined.

Frighteningly, there were six times as many new STD infections among 15-24 year-olds than the total number of college graduates that year. Six times!!

According to the CDC, there were more than 110 million Americans living with an STD in 2008. (And that’s five years ago! How many more since then?!) That’s basically one in three. Statistically, if you can ride in the car pool lane, someone in your car probably has crotch cooties.

So, at what point do the Liberal nut jobs concede that their “they’re going to do it anyway,” “free condoms for kids,” sex ed programs (that started before I was in junior high) don’t work?

If you want to guarantee that you won’t get an STD, you have one option and one option only: Be a virgin when you marry a virgin. Anything less, and you’re playing against the odds.

I’m trying something new! I’m hoping this will put a fire under my Work From Home Friday video productions.

[WARNING: Serious post]

Many of my chi’ren* are “missing” from social media today to recognize the multitudes who are missing because they have been stolen from their families and sold into slavery.

Yes, I’m being completely serious. Slavery. It’s real and it’s all around you.

Today, Drudge linked to this article on CNN Money: “Pimps hit social networks to recruit underage sex workers.”

Of course, to be clear, “recruit” here should actually be “abduct” and “sex workers” should be “sex slaves.” In case you have any doubt about that…

One 17-year-old solicited on Facebook allowed Strom to pick her up in his car at her home, but when he spelled out what he expected, she told Strom she wanted out. In response, he “slammed her head against the window of the vehicle,” forced her to ingest cocaine… That night, he took her to an apartment complex and rented her out to 14 men. The encounter netted Strom $1,000.

If you don’t think that’s “abduction” and “sex slavery”, you need a new dictionary.

I see to it that my chi’ren know that the internet is dangerous. They know that their Facebook profiles need to be private. Even then, they are never to post their phone number or address. They are never to talk to strangers online. And they know if (and I do) catch them doing any of these things, I will rage all over them (and inform their real parental units).

Do your chi’ren know these things? I know the list of things to “talk to your children” about is getting longer every day, but you can not let this one slide!

Set the rules and stick to them. Your child’s cell phone and computer are your property, not theirs. You can and should view their browser history, text messages, and contact lists often. Require that your child add you to all of their social networks (including Twitter and Instagram).

They may hate you for it now, but they’re teenagers. They’re supposed to hate you. That’s why there are folks like me in their youth group! They love me! And when they come to me crying about their horrible parents, I’ll pat them on the shoulder and give you a thumbs up behind their back.

* “My chi’ren” is how I refer to the young folks who have grown up in the Glenview Baptist Church youth program. I love them all as if they were my own and if you mess with them, I will find you and it will be a bad day.

I would really really really love to do a whole, in-depth, scathing blog post on this. Sadly, I just don’t have the time. So, check out this video and then spend a few minutes with your eyes closed imagining the brilliant and insightful Trint-rant that should accompany it.

…I would make a business of going from one Liberal-nut-job gun “buy back” to another. Next weekend, Niagara Falls, and Lockport, NY, will offer “$50 for working shotguns and rifles, $75 for handguns, and $100 for assault rifles.” At the same time, in a suburb of Palo Alto, CA, “a small-caliber handgun with a small magazine might fetch $100, for example, while a high-powered assault weapon with a large magazine would garner more, perhaps $200 or $250.”

There are similar events near Philadelphia, PA; San Jose, CA; Newburgh, NY; Conway, SC; and Santa Fe, NM in just the next two weeks!

Yessir, I’d park my truck across the street with a big banner: “Sell you gun here!”

At a gun show, depending on the caliber and condition, an AR or AK rifle is worth $800 to $2000. Even pistols are worth two to ten times more than these wackos are paying. Talk about a healthy margin! If I had the money to invest, I could turn a 100 to 1000% profit on each weapon. Meanwhile, my savings account is earning less than 2%.

Of course, I wouldn’t haul the weapons straight to a gun show. That’d be dishonest. In order to win over these brainless gun givers (Can’t really consider them “owners” can you?) I’d promise them the guns were for my private collection. They’d be “off the street” and locked up away from the bad guys… at least until the market stops climbing.

Actually… Sante Fe is not that far from here. Hmmm.

I have weird dreams. No, seriously. Really really weird. All the time. I probably have totally off the wall dreams every night, but I only remember them after I wake up about half the time.

This morning, I remembered.

In my dream I was doing database maintenance. This is part of my real-life job in which I am responsible for deleting unneeded data from our databases. So far, not weird. But in my dream, I messed up one of the database commands and deleted Ohio. Yes, the state. It instantly disappeared from all maps and history books. All the buildings, people, cars, everything in the state… poof-gone. Nothing left but trees, grass and an impressive river valley (but no river, because it was named the “O” word).

I felt pretty bad about it, but apparently, there were no backup files for Ohio, so now it’s gone for good. Sorry Bengals fans!

Recently released audio captured by Beyoncé’s hand microphone during her inaugural anthem proves that the song you* heard was, in fact, prerecorded. Here is what she actually sang live.

* I say “you” because I certainly didn’t watch the inauguration and don’t give a rip about Beyoncé (nor any other singer’s) ability sing live versus in a studio.

I’m afraid that I am becoming a “grumpy old man.” Well, maybe not so much “afraid” as “cautiously aware.” Basically, I complain too much. (Jeez, I hope my wife doesn’t read this. Talk about pouring fuel on the fire.)

It’s winter in DFW and, as per usual, the locals moan and grouse whenever the daily high temperature fails to crest 60 degrees. Generally, I tell them to shut their pie-holes, that I like the chill air, and point out the ignorance of saying, “it’s freezing,” when, in fact, it is a good 20 degrees above freezing. 50 is not “freezing.” THIS is “freezing”:

So, if you can’t throw boiling water and make snow, I don’t want to hear any complaining about your flip-flops and cheer shorts not keeping you toasty in January! Now, get off my lawn!

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That said, I have to admit, I’ve enjoyed the last couple of 70 degree days. And sunset is now late enough I’ve been able to ride Thumper to work. (Insert “glee” sound muffled under my old-grump-ness.)