Take a look, at Fell and Stanyan:
The big round ball of vegetation on the left is our actual “holiday tree” whilst the Chritmassy-looking tree on the right is a big nothingburger.
The news of the day:
“Banning assault rifles only scratches the surface.”
Fair enough, except:
Which is also fair enough, as I’m sure Malia Cohen et al are aware of all that. Except:
2. A handgun connected to a 10-round magazine isn’t an assault rifle (of course) and it’s not even an “assault weapon.”
And here’s a test. Would you, gentle reader, call the guns that most of the SFPD strap on every day assault weapons? I don’t think so. So like for instance, “the sergeant drew her assault weapon and pointed it at the suspect.” If you said something like that, I wouldn’t know what you were talking about. Most likely, you’d use the term pistol or handgun or revolver or something like that, right?
So that’s why calling an everyday, run-of-the-mill handgun an “assault weapon” isn’t the right thing to do.
You’ve gone beyond George Lakoff-style “framing” all the way to Orwellian.
In my day, this residence was white. And that was the way we liked it.
All the deets:
The Flintstone House is a free-form, single-family residence in Hillsborough, California overlooking, and best seen from the Eugene A. Doran Memorial Bridge on Interstate 280. It was designed by architect William Nicholson and built in 1976 as an experiment in new building materials, in the form of a series of domes. It was constructed by spraying shotcrete onto steel rebar and wire mesh frames over inflated balloons. Originally off-white in color, it was repainted a deep orange in the mid-2000s. The house contains three bedrooms and two bathrooms.