Note: If you are offended by blonde jokes, you should probably stop reading right now to save yourself a bit of annoyance...
Two guys from City Hall were sent out to measure a flag pole. They got to the flag pole and stood there looking up at it. They traded off ideas on how to measure it, but, really, none of the ideas seemed to be workable.
A blonde walked up to them.
"Whatcha doing, fellas?" the blonde asked.
"Oh, we have to find out the height of this flag pole," one of the guys said.
"OK," the blonde said. She reached in her purse and took out a wrench. She loosened a couple of bolts at the base of the flag pole and then tipped it over until it was laying on the ground. She reached in her purse and took out a tape measure. She measured the flag pole from end to end.
"Eighteen feet," the blonde said, and then she walked away.
"Isn't that just like a blonde?" one of the guys said. "We ask her for the height and she gives us the length!"
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