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As much as I wold LIKE to embed this video to our blog, WordPress is being a bitch.  So. Here is the incomparable Paul F. Tompkins, on Daylight Savings Time:

http://tinyurl.com/pftdst

So, there you go.  Spring your clocks forward, and all that jazz…

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I’d like to urge Mr. Tompkins, if he’s reading this, not to use that bit in Indiana, where, thanks to the high-handed imposition of DST by Mitch “I May Be Unnaturally Petite, But My Brain Must Be Bigger Than Everyone’s Combined Or I Couldn’t Have Wrecked The US Economy In Just Eighteen Months” Daniels, the summer sun in Indianapolis sets at the exact same time as in Oslo, and children wait for school buses in the dark year ’round.

However, it looks like Paul would enjoy our doughnut-based cuisine.

It’s 1620 here.

I’ve never met anyone who found Daylight Savings Time “confusing.” It’s just mildly annoying when you suddenly realize you have one less hour to play around with.

I’m sorry, I missed this post because I overslept.

If I pretend that I spent the lost/wasted hour downloading the clip, can somebody give me the Cliff’s Notes? It’s late, I gotta get up early, and I don’t wanna miss out on ALL of it…

I fucking hate DST, it serves NO actual purpose, saves NO actual money or labor, and I still have no idea why any non-agrarian society would even contemplate this giant clusterfuck.

In the winter, we walked that long gravel driveway out to the highway to catch the bus in the dark, in the spring-summer-fall, the sun beat us to it. DST didn’t change any of it.

And why can’t they skip that hour in the middle of the day, rather than the middle of the night? Gotta be a capitalist-swine conspiracy theory in there somewhere, about robbing people of our most precious commodity: sleep.

It used to be called Daylight Slavings Time until the Thirteenth Amendment was passed.

I’m confused by ST, but not for the reasons Tompkins suggests.

I just don’t see the point in cutting one end off a blanket and sewing it on the other end.

(Most of (it gets a little confusing)) Arizona doesn’t change. We have enough daylight. We don’t need to save any.

Annti: I still have no idea why any non-agrarian society would even contemplate this giant clusterfuck

It pisses off the farmers too, you know. Dairy cattle don’t give a shit (and you know all about it when a cow gives a shit) about Daylight Saving, and they tend to be creatures of distended-udder habit, so they start making their way to the milking shed with no regard for what the clock says.

Result: five months of the year, farmers have to get up an hour earlier.

Well I spent most of Sunday morning verbally abusing my iPhone for being too stupid to realize there’d been a time change and update itself automatically, and was it trying to make me late for screenings, or engineer a series of wacky sitcom misunderstandings and do I have to report you to Apple or AT&T or what is your DEAL man?!

About 6 hours later I realized Hawaii doesn’t go on Daylight Savings Time.

Why is Word Press assumed to be a woman? I mean, if somebody said “Bill,” (or George or Sue), “I’d like to introduce you to my friend Word Press”, wouldn’t you expect a man?

Antichrist C: You are a genius! an extra hour in the middle of the day! *And* it would probably generate revenue. Or fun.

Kathy: And for daysleepers/night workers like me, it’d be an extra hour of sleep when we NEED it. But all of the daylighters would be stuck at work/school an extra hour, so they might bitch…

Mentis: Well, I didn’t say that it might benefit RANCHERS or dairies. We were always told as kids (back in the olden days, when they made this shit mandatory) that it was because of the FARMERS, who needed that extra hour to grow & harvest plant crops. Made no friggin’ sense that way, either. If the sun’s already up when you’re getting up at 4 or 5A (farm hours), then where’s the benefit??? Of course, in Klan Central where I grew up, there were some kids who’d start school later in the year or leave early in the year, because of autumnal harvests and the spring strawberry harvests. That went on well into the 1990s, before Bill Clinton signed NAFTA & CAFTA.

And I know whatcha mean about full udders. My dumbassed uncle on the Dick’s side used to have a few head of Holsteins, his own little toy-sized dairy (before the corporations took THAT over, too), and believe me, those cows went straight into the milking stalls every damned day, and if he wasn’t there first, they’d start kicking shit. Nobody wants to argue with a pissed-off, full-up cow. He had a two-headed calf born one time, but it was a stillbirth. Made for a helluva polaroid, though.

In Wisconsin in the seventies, where I whiled away my college years drinking, I was surprised to learn that although clocks were dutifully reset on the appointed days twice a year, bar closing time was unaffected.

So, bars closed at one ayem for half the year and two ayem for the other half. Or was it two ayem and three ayem– it’s all a little hazy in retrospect.

The increase of accidents related to people being whacked out by the time change has been documented. But that only shows it would make fucking sense to stop this silly practice, so spring ahead/fall over.

They changed the time? Hmmm, that explains it.

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