I didn’t get a quiz posted yesterday because I ran out of steam.

This one is stacked but humorous nonetheless.

Do You Want the Terrorists to Win?

Since I can’t think clearly due to this cold, let me offer a word I learned in my first journalism class in high school.  It’s significant because it’s the longest word in the English language created by agglutinative construction.

antidisestablishmentarianism (an·ti·dis·es·tab·lish·men&m iddot;tar·i·an·ism): / an tahy dis uh stab lish muhn TAIR ee uh niz uhm /
noun

(1) opposition to the withdrawal of recognition or state support for a religion or church, especially with regards to the Church of England (Anglican Church)

[Formed from ‘anti-‘ + ‘dis-‘ + ‘establish’ + ‘-ment’ + ‘-arian’ + ‘-ism.’]

Usage: Members of the antidisestablishmentarianism movement in the nineteenth century successfully obstructed proposals to remove the Anglican Church’s status as the official religion of England.

All that is necessary, as it seems to me, to convince any reasonable person that the Bible is simply and purely of human invention — of barbarian invention — is to read it. Read it as you would any other book; think of it as you would of any other; get the bandage of reverence from your eyes; drive from your heart the phantom of fear; push from the throne of your brain the coiled form of superstition — then read the Holy Bible, and you will be amazed that you ever, for one moment, supposed a being of infinite wisdom, goodness and purity, to be the author of such ignorance and of such atrocity.

— Robert G. Ingersoll

I’m just now getting online.  I’m sick as a dog.  I’ve spent the day sleeping or curled up on the couch wishing I could pass out.

Whatever plague I have is about as bad as it can be.  I’d like to say I feel better.  I’d be lying.

It’s probable I’ve rubbed my nose down to the cartilage.  Okay, that’s not true, but it sure feels like it.  What I can claim is that I’ve made it bleed profusely.  Yummy!  NOT!

This is the kind of disgusting illness that makes everything taste like rotted flesh.  No, I don’t have a frame of reference for that comparison, but it’s hard for me to think of any other way to describe it.  Even a glass of water tastes as though I just ladled a drink from the local sewage plant.  It’s nasty.  Breathing takes much effort because it’s worthy of a significant gag.  Yes, the air tastes gross.

Speaking of which, why is it that in the midst of a cold like this, it’s near impossible to smell or taste anything—except for the foul touch of illness that permeates everything?  Ugh.

Anyway, I’ll get a few things posted as long as my strength doesn’t fail me.  Since there’s not much of it to utilize…