Saturday, February 3, 2018

Americans are dreamers too

Donald Trump is teaching Republicans how to fight by Michael Goodwin, New York Post.

Goodwin says, an observation so true it makes you wonder why you didn't think of it earlier. He cites the tax cuts, its opposition, the polls against it, and scare tactics from the left, and then its roaring immediate success. Then government shutdown over Dreamers being a huge defeat for Democrats. Then the decision by House Intelligence panel to write and release its memo.
This is not George Bush’s or John Boehner’s Republican Party. This is Trump’s GOP, as he demonstrated in spades in his first State of the Union address.
Goodwin describes Democrats in the gallery as the unhappiest people on earth.

That's Goodwin. His article is very good. Recommended.

I've been thinking a lot about what Trump had done with issues owned by the left used to put Republicans on the defensive. He takes the issues away from them and claims ownership for himself. And he doesn't care who he alienates.

I originally wrote, doesn't care who he pisses off. Because the original social issue owners are permanently pissed off. That's who they are. That is the air that they breath. That is what defines them. So why bother trying to make them happy? Trump just takes their issue.

Recently he took the issue of Jerusalem away from Palestinian activists and made it his own. Now the argument is changed to having to argue against the reality of Jerusalem the capitol of Israel.

He took away the issue of Dreamers from Schumer. Snapped it right out of his hands. Trump relied on Schumer's predictable rejection of any offer that isn't straight amnesty and citizenship with no trade on wall or on chain immigration. Now Trump owns the issue having offered a solution for Dreamers.

Trump took the manipulative emotional language of Dreamers away from Democrats with his incredibly simple observation.

I find it very interesting observing how Trump works. He has a unique jujitsu of using his opponents force against them. Having their own weight and momentum flip them into a tumble freaks them out so bad they behave wildly as he remains steady. A few little animated gifs that Trump re-tweeted of defeating CNN and another of hitting a golfball striking Hillary stumbling into her campaign plane sent his opponents out of their minds in rabid response causing them to damage themselves irreparably, while he went on with his work unbothered by their noise.

Trump gets the same result with his remark that Americans are dreamers too. The very trait that makes America more attractive to political dreamers than their family's country of origin. The organized group of political dreamers went out of their minds and Trump doesn't care. They are unlikely voters anyway. Even if or when Trump does allow a way to citizenship, as a group, they will not automatically be so grateful as to vote for him or his party. No, they'll credit Democrats for making it possible.

Okay, that's done.

But speaking of dreams, the real ones where you do this rapid eye movement thing along with beta brainwaves, or whatever. I have been dreaming like crazy lately. A whole bunch of them in the day and the night. They're splendid. I'm having a great time. But one in particular had me thinking about it for three days.

I'll describe what happened in Dreamland.

I had something to do downstairs, something urgent, something immediate, so I shot out of my apartment and went straight downstairs. The whole place is different. Much larger than in real life, more splendid architecturally, divided into parts, and more active as urban center of activity, more people coming and going dressed professionally with business on their minds, and more glass.

I didn't put on any pants. I'm in black microfiber t-shirt and boxer briefs, that look like one thing, like a 1930's swimming trunks. I look rather hot, actually. And I walk normally. I drop off an envelop in the office, that is better than the real office. The women mention I'm inappropriately dressed for public, but I don't care. This was important. And I'm still home, after all. Then here's the thing that gets me for three days.

A woman enters though large glass doors, she addresses me and walks right up to me. She is stylishly dressed in her own fashion style, low key, muted light brown colors and pattern, a jacket and printed silk scarf, new shoes and bag. She is elegant as women get. When she speaks I know who she is in real life.

I haven't thought of this woman in ages. At least twenty-five years.

I know her very well but for the life of me I cannot place her. She has a unique speech pattern, there is something uniquely dental in her enunciation. In the past I talked to her a great deal, and intimately, with nobody else at our table. We have very many discussions. Her observations, her jokes, her level of intellect, at the end of it all, she really isn't all that bright.

When I woke up I absolutely could not place her. My brain dredged her up from the past for me and nailed the recall precisely while my mind let her drift from conscious recall. I wracked my brains trying to place her. She is real. I can see us sitting there talking. We enjoyed each other quite a lot, but she was not part of the usual people I had lunch with. Finally, based on her dress and on her conservative manner, I recalled she was at the Federal Reserve Bank but I cannot recall any more than that. Only the cafeteria scenes. I haven't a clue which department she worked, in fact, I cannot even visualize her working at all. I go through each department in my mind and I cannot place her. At last I settle on which department is must be, but not because I recall seeing her there in any of the physical departments. As if she just showed up for lunch.

And I am so pleased with this dream that takes me back to those elegant women and professional men. That really was a good place to work for so long. My one real job. Although I didn't fit in the way that they do, they were very good for me, and I was good for them. A round peg set into a square hole. It worked out very comfortably and very well. I'm saddened the likes of this woman slip from the memory of daily recall. While delighted that dreams bring them back so finely detailed. It didn't bother her one single bit that she was dressed to the nines and I am barefooted and near naked. She didn't even think it unusual and nothing was lost between us. We picked up right where we left off.

If Meat Eaters Acted Like Vegans -- Ultra Spiritual Life episode 35

Hetpet tomb

An item on Drudge points to an AP article about a 4,400 year-old tomb discovered in the expanded area of Cairo. With paintings in good shape. How exciting. mThis has my interest. But the A.P. article doesn't have any photos. And that's useless. The article at Live Science promotes their coverage by the title "In Photos, Tomb of a Royal Woman Found in Egypt."

I dislike being a complainer when offered something fantastic like this for free, but I cannot help it. It's my nature. A character flaw. My interest requires excellent photos. And it's not just me. While happy with the dribs and drabs, so much is left out. And here is where great equipment is essential. One photograph shows a Muslim woman using her cell phone taking pictures, and the pictures shown are cell phone quality. With one of my lenses, I could stand in the room and photograph each wall entirely, get all of it in. The whole wall, in close quarters, and in focus edge to edge. I could get the whole thing. But they cannot. One shot is taken from then entrance so all the walls except the short one at the far end are in sharp perspective. There is not that much there, only one room shown, so you can piece it together. And the paintings are only the top half of the walls, but still. They always do this; leave out the hieroglyphics. As if the writing is all afterthought. Not that important. While there are thousands of people worldwide who would really like to have a crack at reading them.

These are the fun kind of pictures that depict everyday life, or perhaps not everyday, but holidays, and feasts, and things happening on the estate. People shown at festival times. Men playing music, tending animals, blowing into a fire. So the texts might not necessarily be religious formula. It might be dialogue of the workers.

After all that work, they let the word out to the world with pocket cameras. I'm certain there are at least 10,000 people who would pay for the chance to take great photos and the thought of an excavator just pulling out their phone drives me nuts.

Having said all that, I do really like the pictures.




Live, from the Met

I read that today's broadcast will be "Il Trovatore", which immediately made me think of this:


Some days you just want to draw your sword and start fighting government officials, just sayin'.

unfair

A cop pulled me over. Recognized me and busted my taillight with his baton then cited me for driving with a broken taillight.

Then he took my driver's license and threw it into the river then cited me for driving without a license.

The grocery store clerk recognized me and added the amounts of my coupons instead of subtracting them. When I complained to the manager he added an "annoying bitching by a creep" fee of ten dollars.

I passed the mailman on the way in and he threw my mail at me.

The barber shaved "kick me" in the back of my head.

The manicurist painted my nails with arsenic.

I picked up my laundry and the guy said, "Got out the stains you talked about." I go, "Good." Then he said, "I added three more. Here's your shirts. Now get outta here."

I ordered eggs sunny side up and they cooked them hard and when I complained the waitress said, "Quit complaining you're lucky I didn't spit on 'em. Or didn't I? "

Then I go into my local watering hole and the bartenders says I need to leave because I'm making the other customers nervous. I go, "I'm the only one here." And he goes, 'You making me nervous. Now get outta here."

I can't catch a break in this town. Life is unfair.


Friday, February 2, 2018

Two American Originals



Why not, it's Friday night, might as well keep the Western theme going.
The hostler at the Two Forks Livery & Grain paused in his listless pitching of hay as he saw two riders move down from the crest of the limestone hill. Harley Mills rubbed a sleeve over his sweat-streaked face and speculated as to whether he was fixing to get some customers. Hot as it was, and seeing as the stable didn't belong to him, he had as soon not have business get out of hand. It hadn't lately. With this drought on, people were playing it close to their belts. They weren't coming to town when they didn't have to, because money was tight. He went back to his halfhearted efforts until one of the horses in the corral thrust its head over the top plank and nickered. An answer came from out on the road. Mills put the hayfork aside and stepped through the gate.
The two men were strangers to him. "Mornin'," he said. "From the looks of the dust on you, you've come a ways. I expect them horses could stand a feed."

No one replied. The hostler stared a moment at a rust-bearded man hunched on a streak-faced bay, then his reddish eyes were drawn to the taller rider, a gaunt, sallow-faced man who studied him in dark distrust. The hostler felt a sudden misgiving and wished they had passed him by.

Whose that girl about to get on her Hossaroni?


She was on a memorable episode of Bonanza but she is much better know for proving that no one is an island. Mainly because she is always paired with her friend who was more popular because everyone got it up to her crack. So to speak.

One of the sexiest cuties of the sixties she was on a lot of episodic TV shows as a femme fatale and is still remembered fondly for her coconuts.

Whose that girl about to get on her Hossaroni?


Instant Replay-The Unedited Edition



I will never forget our first Super Bowl. We were in the first two representing the NFL who were the established traditional league. But you always remember your first.

We were playing the upstart AFL which was full of losers and guys who couldn't make it in our league. The Chiefs were led by that constipated midget Hank Stram and featured losers like Lenny Dawson who is the second most retarded Lenny after that guy who squeezed the rabbits. You see Lenny squeezed the football just as hard which is why he couldn't win a game against us if his life depended on it.

We had to take it easy on them in the first half. Not run up the score or anything like that. Pete Rozelle sent down word not to run up the score so Coach Lombardi made sure we held it down. Bart went crazy in the second half when Coach took his leash off.

It all started to change when good old Willie Wood made an interception and made a great run back to get us all fired up. Willie had a tough year that season. You see during the off season his wife had stuck an axe in his head in their off season home of Brownsville, Brooklyn. So he was kind of off all year round. He didn't even want to rob a liquor store in Milwaukee with the other Negroes on the team. That interception made all the difference and let us all forget about what a mope he had been all season.

Max Magee managed to sober up enough to catch a couple of touchdowns. Coach was pissed at him all year. Max had been boozing it up all week before the game. He only got to play because Boyd Dowler was hurt so he had no idea what was up.  Of course he had spent the whole season drunk so it was no real problem for him.

Paul Hornung was even worse if that was possible. He didn’t even get into the game. He had an injury. I think it was a distended anus that he got the week before when he went out drinking with Dandy Don and Lance Rentzel before the NFL championship game. He didn’t even seem to care much about the game. He didn’t even come into the locker room during halftime as he stood listening to Al Hirt and admiring how his cheeks would puff out when he was blowing on that horn. That and chatting with those young boys who played the piccolo in the marching band. Coach didn't seem to care. It seems his friends back in New York had let him know that the Golden Boy had bet the game heavy and that he took the Chiefs.

You see the Coach always had a good idea of how the game was going to come out based on what the boys back in New York had to say. He would call one of his old buddies like Frankie Carbo and get the word. The Packers were the favorites so he knew we were going to win. It was just a matter of by how much. Frankie and Socks Lanza said it was in the bag.

So the Super Bowl was sort of an anti-climax. I hope that it not always be that way. I just know that the Packers will be in one most every year. Coach says its a lock.

(Instant Replay- The Unedited Edition, Jerry Kramer & Dick Schaap Random House 1968)

Mop - 1 Criminal - 0

going into the light of the day

This is trippy.

All of the people are so kind and formal. A woman who is not in any of the Yahoo translating groups popped in to ask questions and advice related to language translation. She said the copy of the scrolls in Ani's tomb, now chopped up and displayed in the British Museum, are all translated nicely but there is nothing about what ties them together. They're in different styles of speaking. She's writing an essay and hoping to discover an Ariandne's thread (I looked that up) that may be used as a tool.

Then the rudest guy shows up. Antagonistic in his first sentence. "Since you respect so much the texts as the ancient Egyptian people, I suggest that you consider 'prt m hrw' as meaning 'prt m imnt'."

That's go to the light" and "go to the west."

"You keep using the age old translation, 'Coming forth by day' which is entirely meaningless."

His email is disjointed. Copy/pasted from different sources. It's jolting. And in different fonts. He continues being offensive, "This is a language-oriented group, all right, but the entire Egyptology is but language-oriented.

They play around with grammar but they are unable to understand the ancient writer."

He makes very good points. They're cogent. He insists The book of the dead is derived from oral tradition. So what we see written by living people for living people did not make sense even to them. The oral traditions were ancient to the ancients. They didn't understand the phrases. The forms change in the various copies brought down to us.

He concludes his unfriendly challenging remarks, "Have you ever tried to understand the judgment mentioned in the “Merikare” text?

Your Jungian excuses cannot apply to a non-religious, non-philosophical text."

He provides a pdf file of his own work. It's a mess. He really needs an editor worse than I do. But trying to follow the positions he's taking, testily against other scholars, I kept thinking, man, this is great!

I found his PDF online. Here, look at it. Is that a beautiful mess, or what?

I have a copy of the papyrus of Ani and to my dismay it's written in hieratic, not hieroglyphics, and that short-cut handwriting is all Greek to me. The spells are confusing as heck. But Dimitrios' discussion is all in hieroglyphics and for the first time I can see portions in authentic hieroglyphs and it all becomes clear. I can see firsthand they do not write, "Going forth by day" rather, they write, "going to day."

And the variations say, "going to west."

Going to day
prt              m          hrw 

Going to west

prt              m          imnt 

Not from a tomb. Not from a cave, Not from the underworld, rather, from a boat. It's a man and his ba (portion of soul) going from a boat to the west, into the sunset, to join the purified ones.

And all these interpretations by top Egyptologists from various countries in various languages over various ages, that Dimitrios brings together in c/p when compared reach separate conclusions. They all add quite a lot of their own spin. Like turning American sign language into English each interpreter will provide their own English.  Dimitrios sticks with what he sees at hand for an idiosyncratic interpretation different from published scholars. And I like that a lot. Strange as it is, I really appreciate his presentation and his unique view of the various lines of text. And all that just shows you that some really super smart people have terrible personalities.

I can deal with that.

I'm going to study the rest of his papers  He is interesting. He's already changed my views significantly with this one paper. He has other papers where this pdf came from.

And right at the start Dimitrios caused me to think all the way through based on his initial challenge, his reinterpretation, and his examples that show the word "day" and the word "west" but do not show the word "light,"  hey, we have a very similar saying for someone who's dying. Similar advice from the living. It's almost a joke based on what people who've experienced death and returned related to us, "Go into the light, Sam, go into the light."

Disney Princess, pop-up book by Matthew Reinhart

The name Matthew Reinhart tells you right off the book is going to be huge and complicated with elaborate main pages and with smaller pages placed in the negative space that pop-up mechanisms create. Sometimes two or three pages themselves. Each one worthy of its own larger page. So when you count them all up there are scores of pop-up mechanisms in the book. Very much more content than in books like Welcome to the Neighborwood, Paper Blossoms for all Seasons, and The Raven, all worthy books, but simple by contrast and a little over half the cost. If you are comparison shopping and thinking in terms of mechanisms for dollar value then Reinhart wins hands down. Mechanism-wise his books are worth five times as much. Whereas the regular constructor uses the form to add interest for children, Reinhart creates pop-up mechanisms because he's quite mad and he cannot stop himself.

And that's why we love him so.

This book is gay.

It's for girls.

$43.55 on Amazon. Spanish version $348.00. Other sellers new for $78.00 to $270.00.

Russians gonna get me

Trump's Russians.



Thursday, February 1, 2018

Eric Holder

Holder communicating through Twitter. You can go to Twitter and then search "eric holder" and that will take you to his feed. If you care to see insanity. The search function is now tucked away neatly to discourage non-members. It is found under "settings" at the bottom of the opening page. Then at the top of settings page. The page shows his tweets. To read even more insane responses to his tweets then click on the tweet and a new page opens up where the loons can be seen in high dungeon and even higher righteous sanctimony. Real loons. This is how Holder knows his people are are so thick they'll believe anything their party spoon-feeds them. It's actually hilarious knowing how much flies right past them. Have a look. It's like looking at caged animals in a zoo. They're so exotic.That's what Twitter is.
People must understand what is at stake by release of the bogus, contrived Nunes memo. It uses normally protected material and puts at risk our intell capabilities in order to derail a legitimate criminal investigation. This is unheard of -- It is dangerous and it is irresponsible.
Oh? Por contrario, Mario. Au contraire, Pierre. Not so, Bozo. On the contrary, on the contrary, on the contrary. We're super serial. We understand very well. Better than you think. The release is authentic, and composed entirely of genuine historic captured communication. The compartmentalization protected criminal activity, not authentic intelligence. It puts corruption at risk and its perpetrators, it derails a coup in progress and by side effect an illegitimate investigation that resulted from it, and not any intelligence capabilities. It's heard of as "cleaning house" and "draining the swamp," "taking out the trash," and "kicking to the curb." It is only dangerous to criminals while salubrious to the body politic and indicative of outstanding responsible government.

Why are you not pleased with this fine auditing development and excellent process, government departments cleaning themselves, as all good citizens are pleased? Why are you so jittery and not calm as law-abiding citizens are calm? This edginess of yours is really getting on my nerves. You know what? You're gonna catch diarrhea. Stop it already before you break something. Stop it. Just look at you.


So I was talking on my phone...

...and when I hung up, the screen was blank. What the heck? When I got inside, you know, where it is kind of a perpetual twilight, I check and I can faintly see icons and gizmos and the like. I haven't dealt with that stuff in years, since the phone was new.

So off to the internet I go. How do you make the screen brighter on a Samsung. First up - well, that's not right, I have a different model phone. Next, some brit twit saying "Move tha slidah bah" - well, that's just annoying, finally I find a robot voice - mash the gear shaped icon "Hey, I can almost see that!" Find the brightness screen and move the slider bar - I like English, not what they speak in England.  Now my phone is all better, and soon I will be too.

Tomorrow, off to the hospital - because who doesn't need to be exposed to the flu as often as possible, amirite?


Because there is no such thing as too much Robert Palmer!

Adam Schiff grabs at straws as he sinks

Adam Schiff misleads his constituency. He's the man with nervous leg syndrome and the wild eyes and the apparent early onset Parkinson's syndrome. Schiff is Minority Chair of the House Intelligence Committee.

Congress created the FBI and the DOJ and put them under control of the Executive branch. Trump is chief executive over both FBI and DOJ. They are his departments. It is in his legal rights to reform both departments however he pleases.

The four-page Nunes memo is a Legislative product that consolidates and summarizes FISA court abuse by the FBI  has been turned over for executive review. President Trump is prepared to permit declassification of this intelligence so the public can know the mischief these departments inflicted upon us to invalidate a duly elected president and to destroy Trump.

Nunes (Legislative branch) shared the memo with FBI director Christopher Wray (Executive branch) adhering to process. Wray suggested small changes of grammar and tweaking specific wording, as they do. Two small edits were made by FBI.

Relying on people not knowing the FBI is under the executive branch, Schiff claims disingenuously that any changes made to the initial work make the process inappropriate because they have not been approved by Legislative branch.

Adam Schiff along with legacy media and other people such James Clapper along with legacy media are trying and failing to portray DOJ and FBI as a fourth branch of government. And High School level civic education is generally so poor in this country they're having some success with their believers. Where belief fills in for knowledge. Disabusing these believers of this desperate subterfuge, if that is possible, takes nothing short of reeducation. Partisan loyalty is a powerful thing, after all.

Adam Schiff tweet:
BREAKING: Discovered late tonight that Chairman Nunes made material changes to the memo he sent to White House – changes not approved by the Committee. White House therefore reviewing a document the Committee has not approved for release. pic.twitter.com/llhQK9L7l 
— Adam Schiff (@RepAdamSchiff) February 1, 2018
Desperate. Flailing. Grabbing at straws. Sinking. The link in the tweet works.  Follow it to see Schiff's nonsense working on some of his followers. Twitter is always so disheartening. But not entirely, this time. Hearteningly, most responses are sensibly better informed, although still very rude. Schiff takes American citizens to be stupid, and he probably has good reason to think that, but there are plenty of citizens ready to show him otherwise. Most Twitter responses are not having it.

From Sundance at the Last Refuge. The Conservative Treehouse. Frankly, the best place on the internet right now. The clearest most comprehensive you'll see. The post is titled "Today should be Memo Release Day."
The memo is classified legislative work product of the legislative branch.  The legislative branch is asking the executive branch to declassify the memo.  When Devin Nunes invited FBI Director Christopher Wray to review the memo on Sunday night he was inviting the executive branch to preview the work-product prior to submission. 
It would be ordinary for any minor executive-branch-requested adjustments to be made, prior to submission/approval for executive declassification.  That’s exactly what happened. 
Minor adjustments were made at the request of the FBI Director prior to submission for declassification approval.   Majority Chairman Devin Nunes shared those adjustments with Minority Chair Adam Schiff.
Thank you, Sundance, whoever you are.

Lou Dobbs with Chris Farrell, FBI is threatening Trump




Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Flu season tips from the nurse



Our pathetic television news

Because of Trump's State of the Union address, very much worth watching, I allowed a few moments of national and local news and they used those few moments to mislead, mischaracterize and misinform. So, off they go back to exile.

Trump wisely avoided mention of the Nunes memo because it contains intelligence that is incredibly damaging to Democrats and using that damage in his speech would interfere with his message of unity which Democrat leaders flatly rejected by their obnoxiously childish behavior during the speech.

Were Trump so impetuous and wildly unpredictable so mentally unstable as he is depicted by our news agencies then he would have lobbed that grenade directly at the Democrats as they sat there grimacing and sulking. But Trump didn't. So people who know the astoundingly damaging intelligence Trump is withholding as he delivers his message of unity that is flatly rejected, know also precisely how restrained and how stable and steady Trump actually is. 

NBC coverage of the speech includes a panel that poisoned Trump's speech before it was delivered by mischaracterizing the Nunes memo twice, that I heard, first a female panelist, then a male panelist hastily getting in his last words before shutting up for the speech.

Local news mentioned the memo twice today that I heard in the moments before shutting them off. They both described it as, "The memo about the Russian investigation." 

No, the memo is about FBI abuse of power. It's about high-level agents wrenching and distorting due process in support of Hillary Clinton and again against candidate Donald Trump and later against President Donald Trump. The memo is about creating a multi-tiered justice, about DOJ corruption about treason and about a failed coup. It's about political party and Fusion, a company that compiled a dossier using Russians against Trump and creating a narrative that's still used and funded by Democrats and by FBI and it's about Fusion paying media to spread this misinformation that news agencies are still doing right now. The news agencies narrative stinks up the whole country. The framing of their reporting discredits them each time they push it.  

And worse, they are too thick to know they're digging the grave for their credibility. Their viewers do not comprehend the Nunes memo lifted the separate elements out of the confinement of its separate compartmented ownership. Each of the four investigative groups does not know what the others possess and cannot know by law. This compartmentalization is what protected the corrupted principals at the FBI and the DOJ. Nunes and his group consolidated the intelligence for a much more complete comprehension. They had to find a way to show it, to make it public. But the memo is only summary. Shocking as the findings are in summation, rattling, shaking, and disturbing as they are such that agents have already been demoted, already reassigned, already retired, and already wild-eyed and trembling in their aggressive rebuttals, it's only the tip of the iceberg. 

When the memo is made public in a few days, process allows time for challenge, then it's out there and tremendous damage will be inflicted upon the Democrat party for behaving so despicably inside and outside of government. Damage will be inflicted upon the reputation of the Obama administration, himself, his departments, and upon Secretary of State. They will challenge along predictable lines. They will claim it is a Republican memo by Republicans for Republicans that omits important exculpatory information, that it exposes intelligence that should be kept secret, and that it outs agents doing important work, that it damages the United States in an effort to damage Democrats. They will project all that they do themselves onto Republicans, not just as psychological tell, rather, they must, it's how they think. They have no other means to process. It's not so much "This is what I would do so this must be what they do" rather, it's the only thing possible, the only thing they can think. It's not possible to think people are behaving honorably. Their neural channels do not flow that way. They don't know how that even goes. They cannot see it. They will claim the memo leaves out "material information" such as a regular prosecutor withholding exculpatory evidence. 

The Nunes memo that our news agency characterize as memo about the investigation into Trump/Russia collusion is only the tip of the iceberg with Democrat party, FBI, DOJ, and all American media the Titanic. 

Allowing Democrats to challenge the Nunes memo, allowing them to discredit the memo, then allows Nunes to offer, to insist, that all the information between various intelligence and investigative groups be made public, and that is the iceberg underneath that doesn't show and that rips them to shreds.

It's too much information to spring at once. The material that Nunes memo recaps is far too much information to spring at once. Too much to read in one sitting. This is nothing short of an actual coup. By our news providers a coup that is still in progress. As the Mueller investigation peters out to nothing, and soon to be discredited entirely, our news providers persist. 

The intelligence had to be freed from its compartmentalization. It had to be lifted out and above its compartments and consolidated. It had to be introduced. It has to be challenged. The media must be forced to face the contents correctly or perish. Citizens must be primed the right way to see the thing correctly, to understand they are being misled, and then the bulk can be revealed.

Recall the Watergate bluebook. I was not politically aware at the time. I had no interest in reading that book, but I understand people more serious than myself did have tremendous interest. I heard segments read over news and on the car radio. Personally, I was sick of hearing about Watergate, I wanted fun things instead, but that publication flew off the shelves. A very thick book of very dry material that held tremendous interest for the whole country except for young goofballs like me. It's where we learned Nixon swore like Andrew Jackson's parrot. None of us understood how base conversations were in the White House. We thought the Oval Office was some kind of temple and Quakers could never use such foul language. We were shocked. Readers wanted to know what was on the White House tapes that had to be torn from the White House as government property and not Nixon's private possession. Nixon had the recorder installed to protect himself and it turned out to be used against him.

The material that backs up the Nunes memo is much worse than that. And our news reporters behave as the thing in front of their nose is all that there is, that the memo is an extension of their year-long narrative that they have so much invested. Their credibility is on the line and they refuse to face it. They're not smart enough to see they are in danger by their own distorted narrative. When they are forced to acknowledge, as Nunes is forcing them to do, then their viewers will wonder why they trusted them the whole time before they were forced to perform a one-eighty. Their viewers will not be so vapidly flexible. 

And then, maybe they will be that flexible. After all, they've stuck with receiving news from them this far. Maybe their viewers are vapidly flexible as media will be forced into. I quit the Democrat party because I cannot be so skateboard-y flexible with ethical and moral values. I'm not that emotionally / intellectually / morally gymnastic. Maybe network news viewers, late-night comedian viewers are that flexible. 

The Nunes memo and bulk of intelligence behind it are only one tip and iceberg imperiling Washington establishment. Sally Yates, a lawyer for DOJ (also for FBI) did her best to prevent FBI and DOJ from being audited. Imagine that, "You cannot audit us." The stop was challenged in court and she lost. The departments were audited. Inspector General Horowitz's report on his findings is well over a million pages. This report is scheduled for release, the date keeps being moved back due its bulk and the difficulty of synthesis. You cannot just plunk 1,200, 000 pages on Congressmen and women's desks and expect their staffs to read it. It has to be organized. It was supposed to have been delivered January 15 but the date is moved back into February. 

And these two icebergs are only part of the investigations running currently. House and Senate have their own commissions and their own investigations into various aspects of nefarious activity. These investigations are exposing the coup against candidate and president Trump. They're exposing the illegal protection provided Hillary Clinton. They're looking at how Democrat party distorted government functioning, within government and by private companies, to wreck our political system and to benefit Democrat Party, to shield Hillary Clinton from due process and deny due process to Donald Trump, to lead to a one-party system where government departments call the shots and where elections are made useless, and this is the very real news story that our news agencies refuse to acknowledge and report. This is what Nunes is working with to get these depressing facts out to the public.

Japanese potato salad

Did you know Japanese make potato salad? This looks really good. They use Yukon gold potatoes, and lighten it with a near equal amount of pickled vegetables. Pickled with salt. To get the sting out of onions and the water out of cucumbers.

The mayonnaise they use is a brand called Kewpie. It's both sweeter and tangier than American style So, to compensate for this shortcoming additional rice vinegar and scant sugar is added. And right there you notice the sweet/sour quotient is kicked up a notch.

The cucumber they use is smaller than our favorite type and much similar next to English cucumber that can be used to substitute.

Onion and cucumber are sliced thinly. Salted then rinsed and the water squeezed out.

Boiled carrots are also added.

50% of the potatoes are smashed and the remaining cooked potato cubes left whole.

This woman smashes all of the potatoes and she salts her onion and cucumber separately unnecessarily.

She also adds corn (another American ingredient) but the others do not. And that tells you that you can add pretty much whatever you want. Like peas. Or bell pepper. Or jalapeño. I'm going to add celery. And herbs, what the heck. Tarragon has become one of my favorite herbs. Speaking of licorice, fennel would be good too. A whole world of possibilities opens up. Sake and mirin and wakame.

You can also use better ham. Or possibly chicken or fish.

I watched 4 videos and they are all fairly obedient to ingredients while they each have their own style.

This is cultural appropriation right here. They're a rice country not a potato country. But it's what we do. We blend into each other. They adapt our food like we adapt their food. We learn from each other. We end up making coleslaw out of their cabbage. And put raisins in it. It's all good. I'm going to make this. And as this boomerangs back to America there are no rules that we cannot ignore. They're not the emperor of us.

Trump, State of the Union speech 2018

This is an impressive speech. If you care to watch it, allow me to suggest Right Side Broadcasting on YouTube. They have a great deal of commentary, longer than the speech as they wait for it, that you can skip past. The other videos are from legacy networks with their own narrative to propound on top of their presentation. For example, NBC informs twice that Trump is under investigation for obstruction of justice with the investigation to his collusion with Russia to get elected. Misinforming, mal-informing their viewers right to the bitter end, even as all that is exposed for coordinated coup that it is, even as the other more important investigations about real corruption that they are part of boil over to public awareness behind these scenes. They are simply intolerable.

If you don't care to watch it and would rather read it instead here is the full text on Bloomberg.

If you don't care to watch it, nor read the full text, please allow me to describe what I saw. In no particular order.

First, whoever wrote this is a poet.
Over the last year, we have made incredible progress and achieved extraordinary success. We have faced challenges we expected, and others we could never have imagined. We have shared in the heights of victory and the pains of hardship. We endured floods and fires and storms. But through it all, we have seen the beauty of America’s soul, and the steel in America’s spine. 
Each test has forged new American heroes to remind us who we are, and show us what we can be.
My favorite parts of Trump's speech are the people Trump introduced to the nation. We met them before online and now we see them honored by being invited to Trump's speech. Just standing there with the eyes of the world upon them gives us insight into how these remarkable people behave, how they are. They are gorgeous.

For viewers accustomed to hearing "me, I, me, me, me, mine, myself, I, I, I, I, I, me, me, I, I, I, myself, me, me, me, mine, you didn't build that, it's a blast of fresh air having attention directed outward onto the country. To the people who make up our country, who do such amazing stupendous outstanding things. Oh, my God. I love this so much. My country is populated with the most amazing people. It's humbling. They make me feel small. Small, with more gratitude than my smallness can hold.

Immediately, Trump mentions the Cajun Navy. Strangers shielding strangers under gunfire in Las Vegas. Coast Guard Petty Officer Ashlee Leppart who braved live power lines arriving in Houston to help save forty lives. She stands up. Firefighter David Dahlberg who also stands up to applause, who rescued sixty children.

Trump acknowledges people are still recovering in Texas, Florida, Louisiana, Puerto Rico, Virgin Islands, California and assures them we'll pull through together.

Trump acknowledges the work of emergency responders in specific places and he expresses his gratitude.

* American exceptionalism
* 2.5 million new jobs, 200,000 in manufacturing. (And this, by contrast, after we were told otherwise fatalistically by previous administration, "Those jobs are gone. They're not coming back.")
* After years of stagnation, finally seeing pay raises.
* Unemployment at 45-year low.
* African American and Hispanic unemployment also at record low
* Small business confidence.
* Stock market smashing records, $8 trillion gain in value.
* As promised, biggest tax cuts and reform in American history
* Repealed the individual mandate.
* Slashed business tax rate.

I wondered, hey, where's Barron? That kid sitting up there standing near Melania is too short to be Barron. Turns out to be Preston Sharp, a twelve-year-old who organized to have forty thousand flags placed on Veterans grave.

I'm humbled all over again.

* Sought to restore bonds of trust between citizens and government
* Appoint judges who interpret the Constitution as written
* Defending Second Amendment
* Serving veterans with healthcare choice and decisions, landmark VA Accountability Act.
* Ended war on clean coal. Now we export energy.

Clean coal? I climbed around a coal bin onetime, and boy, was that ever filthy. I get it. But come on. Coal itself will never be clean.

* Something about car manufacturers building plants.
* Something about access to new generic drugs and medical devices

Oh! I meant to mention this. Last week I had to see the doctor for a stick (that's euphemism for sticking a needle into your elbow and drawing out five vials of blood. Just seeing it is enough to make you pass out. So I don't ever look.) I must do this every fourth order of bulk medication to guarantee I'm not running some sort of scam. I guess. My co-pay for ninety day supply has gone up steadily over the years. But this time, for the first time in history, my history, the cost went down by twenty dollars. Not much. But it's a first. And that's just the co-pay. The total cost went down a lot more. I'm not so sure Trump had anything to do with this. But it did overlap with his administration.
One of my greatest priorities is to reduce the price of prescription drugs. In many other countries, these drugs cost far less than what we pay in the United States. That is why I have directed my Administration to make fixing the injustice of high drug prices one of our top priorities. Prices will come down.
So, how 'bout them apples?

That is the biggest communist thing that our country does; prorate the cost of prescription drugs based on the numbers behind a nation's ability to pay for them. Naturally, we pay the most. So that drugs that cost my insurance company $2,500, cost an African country 5¢. I'm making a point, okay?

On to goals of this administration.

* Re-negotiate trade deals. For now on, we expect trade deals to be fair and to be reciprocal.
* Rebuild crumbling infrastructure.
* Reduce time fro permits.

Here's where the speech bogs down. The poetry evaporates. It's all this serious stuff about lifting citizens from welfare to work, independence, shifting from poverty to prosperity. Tax cuts, vocational schools, crafts, reaching full potential, support for families, extending opportunities, prison reform, struggling communities, immigration policies, borders, low-wage competition.

Trump introduces the parents of two teenage daughters killed by immigrant gang members. They're very sad. The women cry. The whole place is brought down.

And the whole time the Democrats sit like stones. Throughout the whole thing they're thinking, "God, I hate this guy. I'd impeach his ass in a New York second. He's tear-ing my world A-P-A-R-T !11!!11"

The vibes from the room are bizarre. Half the room people jump to their feet and clap after every sentence,  Metaphoric balloons float from the ceiling and confetti floats around in the air. Inspiration shines as light upon them and crisscrossing like Hollywood Kliegs. Their collective vibes radiate outward in pulsating bands carrying  joy, and love for all mankind, while the other half of the room has a pall cast over it edge to edge with clear boundaries. Their half is grumbling, they listen half-heartedly and for the wrong things, their facial expressions are pained, They groan among themselves in zombie intonations, their vibes are malevolent and dark and foreboding, their thoughts are in shade and poisoned. Their worrying and their disordered plans are like gears, mismatched and not oiled, not working smoothly and grinding down their psyches more as millstones. They are heavily weighted with foreboding and their hearts filled with revenge. They wear black to match their dispositions and their mourning. Their  looking-glass world is cracked, it's being exposed to their horror, they do not like the unreflected world that's not their creation. So much is lost to them in this speech. They ponder to themselves, as we all do, why are they even there?
Evelyn, Elizabeth, Freddy, and Robert: Tonight, everyone in this chamber is praying for you. Everyone in America is grieving for you. And 320 million hearts are breaking for you. We cannot imagine the depth of your sorrow, but we can make sure that other families never have to endure this pain.
No they're not. Over half the people in that room don't pray. And if they do pray it's for themselves and it's to a government god. Not everyone is grieving for them. More millions of hearts are hearing this for the first time than are breaking for them. Let's be real. Dislike being contrarian but that is simply not real. That is a political move.

* Trump wants loopholes closed that allow MS-13 and other criminals to break into our country. He wants specific legislation.

Trump introduces ICE agent  Celestino Martinez who has four hundred arrests.

Trump presents four pillars to his plan for immigration reform.

* committed to fighting drug epidemic.

Trump introduces Ryan Holets with Albuquerque police, and his wife, the couple who adopted the child of heroine addict.

Trump keeps showing these people and I keep being humbled. If this goes on any further there'll be nothing left of me. I can't take it. They're beautiful.

Trump continues with his plans

* He wants Congress to end the defense sequester.
* Rebuild nuclear aresenal
* Continue the fight with ISIS until they are exterminated

Trump introduces Army Staff Sergeant Justin Peck who did something unspeakably heroic. He went into a booby trapped hospital and rescued a fellow soldier by extraordinary means.

* Keep Guantánamo Bay open

Off of plans now, highlighting accomplisment

* Recognized Jerusalem as capital of Israel.
* Use vote against U.S. in the U.N. to re-appropriate U.S. aide away from countries who do not support us.
As we strengthen friendships around the world, we are also restoring clarity about our adversaries.
And right there is more clarity.

Trump rags on Iran and on North Korea.

Trump mentions Otto Warmbier the student who died shortly after his return from being tortured for stealing N.K. propaganda poster. Trump introduces his parents.

Trump introduces Seong-ho a North Korean citizen with the most gruesome story ever describe in a State of the Union address. (That I know of.)

The poetry returns. We sense the conclusion. It's a long conclusion that describes an idealized United States as a special place with unique history and extraordinary citizens that light up the world.
Atop the dome of this Capitol stands the Statue of Freedom. She stands tall and dignified among the monuments to our ancestors who fought and lived and died to protect her.
Michelle Obama would remind us that statue was put up by a slave.
Monuments to Washington and Jefferson -- to Lincoln and King.   
Memorials to the heroes of Yorktown and Saratoga -- to young Americans who shed their blood on the shores of Normandy, and the fields beyond. And others, who went down in the waters of the Pacific and the skies over Asia. 
And freedom stands tall over one more monument: this one. This Capitol. This living monument to the American people.
This received great applause from the gallery. Well, half the gallery.

Tremendous speech. Very well done. He left out all the stuff about to explode. Such tremendous restraint.

The speech is concluded.

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I understand the Democrats put on six of their own contrary State of the Union addresses. I suppose to fact check and to poke holes, and to contradict, and to offer their own points of view. As they do every minute of every hour of every day, year in and year out. There is no shortage of Democrat points of view.

Immediately after this speech ended the networks aired some guy named Joe Kennedy from some historic American family or other. A ginger with Irish genetics. I listened to him very carefully and concentrated on the things that he said. Here is Joe Kennedy's rebuttal. I took careful notes.




The guy looked exactly like this. And I mean exactly.


One congressman at the State of the Union: I love this guy, oh, wait. Wrong team


The congressman instincts, by the way, appear to be correct.

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Cockroach

Sefton writes this morning at Ace of Spades,
In any case, the Democrats are now scrambling like a gaggle of filthy cockroaches when the lights come on in the kitchen to try and come up with their own narrative that deflects the damage of the FISA memo and smears Devin Nunes and the rest of the GOP.
Ha ha ha. Gaggle of cockroaches. Like they're geese. That's funny. Everyone knows the collective noun for cockroaches is "an intrusion."

What else does everyone know about cockroaches? Let's see what children ask.

* What is a baby cockroach called?
Nymph.
* What is the study of cockroaches called?
Blattology.
* What does it mean when you call somebody a cockroach?
A disgusting creature I want to f***n step on. 
Come now. It means they can survive the apocalypse.

* What do you call fear of cockroaches?
Katsaridaphobia.
qa.answers.com 

Oh man, I just now transported mentally really hard. Wow, is that ever trippy. I just now relived it. I'm small. I don't even know where this is. I'm not geographically aware. It will be either Raleigh, or Winston-Salem, or Cape Charles. We just moved in. The neighbors moved out and now there are bugs. My mother is freaking out, disturbed by this unexpected intrusion. But why? They're not doing anything. I see one. It gets away. It's big. It climbs up the wall in a corner. I cannot reach it. I push a kitchen chair to the counter and climb up on the counter and reach for the bug in the corner near the ceiling but I still cannot reach it. It flutters right past my face at an angle to the floor and scampers off. I was not expecting that! I'm shocked.

Cockroaches can fly!

Sort of. And now I am really fascinated.

I've got to get my hands on one of these bugs and I'm not going to stop until I do.

Eventually I catch one and it's the most amazing thing in the world. I love the way it's legs wiggle around upside down. I like the way its underside looks, how everything is connected and compact like an airplane. I want to see its wings. They're tucked under its shell. I love everything about this bug, the way its legs spread out in different directions, its antenna, its little mouth clamps, its shell, its hidden secret wings under there, its eyes. You might say that I'm studying it but that's ridiculous, I'm playing with it. I'm seeing it. Like it is seeing us. I'm touching it, like it touches us. This is a relationship that I'm having.

I want to draw it. My crayons are right here on the table but blank paper is not, but at hand is a plate so I draw the cockroach on the plate best as I can. For I shall be true to this bug.  I discover that crayon on dinner plate works very well. Now, this right here is what you call a seminal moment. This moment is precious. This mental trip brought me here to re-live this precious cockroach related moment. The excitement of bugs, the disruption, the resolution, the art.



They saved the strangest things, move to move to move. If you were you to go into their basement and explore as my nephews do, open up boxes, box after box, you'd see the strangest things that were saved. I did that and wondered why they saved things inapplicable to anyone's future. Plates that came from soap boxes and collected as sets. Things saved from when my father's family was young. I saw a passport with all of us pictured together as small children and James a baby, wooden blocks depicting our family, each kid an Asian cartoon suspended by hooks that rattled whenever the door opened. Oversized carved wooden spoons once used as decoration. Fish that are like flags for Boy's day that never get flown anymore, art projects of children, decorations never put up anymore, toys that never get played with anymore, nicknacks, gewgaws, tchotchkes, salt and pepper shaker sets, waxed fruit, tools, vacuum tubes, old radios, clothing that nobody wears, dishes, service-ware, dolls, a kimono, musical instruments, Boy Scout memorabilia, an unbelievably large collection of H.O. scale train pieces that never get set up. Books. My books. How they ended up with my blown out Spanish textbook is beyond me. I haven't a clue how my books ended up in their basement.  I chewed up all my books. I devoured them. Nobody was interested in those, why they saved them is beyond me.  Mum and Dad's basement was strange as Dad's parent's basement was strange. Like a museum of strange things retained for remembrance more so than utility. A full cabinet of souvenir plastic cups. I wouldn't doubt that one of my sibs still has this plate. They retained the most bizarre useless things.

When my siblings cleared out the basement they re-packed everything into plain white storage boxes and stacked them along the wall farthest from the steps. James made a video of his last tour of the house and sent a copy to all of us. He is a natural comedian. He likes to fake us out best as he can, in return of us constantly faking out him. He was just so adorable you had to mess with him. He opened the coat closet near the front door. He said to the camera that he is holding, "This is where my brothers and sisters used to tie me up and stuff me."

I was horrified. I instantly became enraged at my three other siblings. I shot red with anger, I could knock all their heads together with one fierce smash. I am going to give them the dressing down of their lives! wanted to see blood, then just as fast I realized he's putting us on. The little bastard! He got me.

Before that, he showed us the yard. It too had never been so perfectly groomed and cleared up. He videoed from the farthest corner. His little spaniel was sniffing around the opposite corner. He called his dog. His dog perks up to attention and gleefully bounces toward him, like a cartoon, a bouncing mop getting bigger and bigger, up a hill, and bigger and bigger until it finally reaches James and licks and jumps and hops all around him in joyous reunion. It is simply the cutest recall that I've ever seen. That dog is cute! By contrast, my Belgian dog's recalls were Nazi-like, militaristically precise, but this is pure raw joy.

I had never seen the basement so clean and organized. A wall of white boxes stacked to the ceiling. My parents were never that tidy. In the video James approaches the stack of white storage boxes like approaching the Berlin wall, and zooms in on a label of one box.
"Books too Nerdy for Bo to Read"
How strange. Must be my dad's technical books. I cannot imagine what is inside. All of my books are sensible. All common down-to-earth interests. He pulls out the box and removes its lid. It's empty.

James deadpans without laughing, "There aren't any books too nerdy for Bo to read."

Son of bitch! He got me again.

That's what my siblings think of me. They were all in on this joke. They actually labeled an empty box. And they're just so funny. They joke about me.

Meanwhile, back in the camp...


I had a little bird, it's name was Enza
I opened up the window and in flew Enza.

So I got sick on Sunday, and given how bad the flu has been I went to Urgent Care yesterday. They now have a swab test that can quickly determine whether or not you have the flu. Who knew? Anyway, for as sick as I was, it was not the flu. 

I just cooked and ate my first meal since Sunday so I am well on the way to getting better. 

How about that super blue blood moon tomorrow? Anyone else psyched about seeing that? Speaking of Blue Bloods, I watched Quigley Down Under, mainly because I can't actually work. Laura San G - what a talent!




Tales of Amy's Garden


Hazel:  You are finally back Kehaar. Thank you for scouting over the heather. We need to know what is happening but it is too dangerous for us to send out the Owlsa. Some of them have gone back there never to return. Did you find out anything on your flight?
Kehaar: Nothing matey! Nuthing you would care about Mr. Hazel. There is nothing there for any good rabbit to think about. It is a bad place.
Hazel: Did you fly low over the old warren? Could you hear what they were saying? How are they doing over there?
Kehaar: Many rabbits. Too many rabbits. Ugly rabbits. Mean. Smelly. Gross. All of them fighting. But not like old days. Now they all fight with one rabbit who pretends to be a duck when everyone knows he is a rabbit. But you should not care even though they care too much about this warren. These rabbits talk about you. Even to this day. When have been gone for years.
Hazel: I am not surprised. They are so boring they have to reach back in time. It was always an evil place. It seems that whenever someone goes over there they change into something worse than what they are. They pretend to be something they are not. A rabbit pretends to be a duck. A gay blue jay pretends to be an executive. They are all false rabbits.
Bigwig: What do you mean Kehaar? They care too much about what?

Release the Kraken!

I meant to say, release the memo. Darn. I blew it again. Actually, I'm seeing that film clip all over the place. Oddly, I'm not seeing video of Patty Page singing, Please Release Me. Maybe everyone is too young for that. Here, have Patty Page

It's all so terribly complex. Not really. Nevertheless, partisans cannot see beyond their own nose. A past American president, who shall remain nameless but whose name rhymes with SnowBlama, politicized and weaponized two important American departments to use legal means obtained illegally to spy on American citizens, namely Trump, his family, and his associates, to frame a bogus narrative and to swing an election to their preferred candidate whom they protected illegally, and who would conceal their crimes when elected. In fairness, he didn't have to do much. They were eager to act on their own. Eager to use their positions within government to do what they thought was righteous. Just ask Samuel Wurzelbacher how that works, so obvious right at the start.

All commentary by Democrats scrambling to salvage honor from this straight up disaster for them describe everything in precise reverse. Everything. Everything must be reversed for their mirror-reality to work. So to listen is to step through the looking glass. For example, Trump is using this memo to distract from the investigation of his Russian collusion, where the entire Russian collusion investigation is bogus and intended to distract from this illegal interdepartmental collusion. And it works beautifully on Democrats. They still hang their hopes, hang all that they know, on the certain knowledge the investigation will nail Trump and he will certainly be impeached, refusing to accept there is nothing to find.

And so on, with every single detail. They all have a sudden concern for National security, even as they push for wide open borders and promote voter fraud, and distort FBI investigation into Hillary Clinton's secret private server located in a bathroom. Even as they conceal evidence that shows Obama communicating with Hillary over unsecured phones in compromised foreign territory after they were warned not to do that, and how communication must be handled. They're saying the memo that they didn't read is filled with lies, a strictly Republican memo for Republicans, while their own counter-memo is rushed and without proper process. They wanted Republicans to sign off for their own counter-memo while denying Republicans the opportunity to read it! Far less follow the process that Republicans so carefully achingly followed. Then blame Republicans for obstructing their message.

Twitter is an awful place populated by dummkopfs too arrogant too fierce in their shallowness to waste time reading. Not everyone. But so many, the place is ruined. Having said that, the following is lifted from Twittter #ReleaseTheMemo. Where you will find the most insanely ridiculous poorly informed rebuttals to this ever contrived in the history of politics. It's sad. Were it not so hilarious and schadenfreudelicious.

Eric Swalwell nerviously lying to Don Lemon. He's choking. He cannot control his eyes.


If someone with these crazy-looking eyes is saying the memo shouldn't be released, then that means the memo should be released. 

(Maybe I accidentally animated this photo a little bit.) 


A long time ago a friend of mine worked with mentally disturbed people and one day he went to work and a group of patients were gathered around the television watching a politician talking about something serious and they were cracking up laughing. He asked them what is so funny. They told him the man was lying ridiculously. He asked them how they knew. They all agreed that everything about him other than his words spoke very clearly that everything he said is untrue. Apparently, normal viewers take in the whole scene and consolidate all the parts before processing the message. Disturbed people see individual frames, so to speak. They skip the automatic consolidation that forms so much of our editing and that makes sense of vast amounts of input each hour. So then, pause the video wherever you like and behold the look of a liar. Disturbed people find this hilarious.

Don't mention this to anyone please, because come to think of it, so do I. The absence of eye contact as she contrives is telling.



That's enough. The hashtag is loaded, and I mean LOADED with a ton more of this. Along with very lame peeps of withered poorly thought through rebuttal not worth the effort of responding . 

Monday, January 29, 2018

Is the Pope Catholic?


As a conservative Catholic it seems that the only people who believe in the same thing as I do are in foreign countries. Especially the ones that are persecuted. Not the ones who are in comfortable places like the USA or Europe. Not the priests here in America. It seems the true faith resides in the ones who come from Africa or Asia or the Middle East. Especially the ones in China.

It seems that the Pope has asked two bishops who were serving the faith at great risk to their lives in China....well he is asking them to resign so he can consecrate the ones approved by the Communist Chinese government. The men who kept the flame of faith alive are thrown over for toadies of the government.

Whose that peach?




She said that the man in charge put his finger on it..... and it wasn't Harvey Weinstein. She was a child star and spent a lot of time in a bathing suit on TV but now all she does is accuse a conservative Hollywood type of sexual abuse when she was a child.

She has nothing left and is trying to recoup another five minutes but it is clear her time is up. If Joanie were still alive she would run her over with her trailer.

Whose that peach of a girl?

Netflix: A Futile and Stupid Gesture

I had no idea what this is. I looked at the Netflix promotion photo and imagined it'd be about millennials. The description is too small to read, and even if I did read it, the description does not mention National Lampoon. I had no idea the title is the same as a book written twenty-six years after Douglas Kenney died, one of the founders of National Lampoon.

The narrator is Martin Mull who always struck me as rather dull and flat. But I didn't recognize him at first and his opening to this film improved my poor attitude. He's discussing how to open the film. The opening sequence is a boy in the back seat of a 1950s automobile being driven to a graveyard. We learn later it's the funeral of his older brother and this element has an Ordinary People vibe to it. His parents were devastated, obviously, and Kenney cannot live up to their hopes for his brother.

Martin Mull cast as the older Kenney asks somebody off camera, "Is this really how we want to start this film?" The unseen person asks him how should it be started then. Mull answers, "Let's start at Harvard because that's where the fun begins."

They depict life in the party castle where Kenney meets his fellow writer and eventual business partner and where he also met his wife. Then after graduation Kenney convinces his pal from Harvard to abandon his idea of studying law to continue with Harvard Lampoon as National Lampoon. They show the frustration of publishers rejecting them with the line, "We don't want to waste any more of your time." Until there is only one publisher left. They b.s. him into accepting the idea through flattery and by lying to him.

They show all the key elements, the famous issues, the law suits, the books that were written, a radio show, the stress of overworking themslves and the films Animal House and Caddy Shack.

The film is interesting to me because I knew nothing of any of this. I was alive then, I lived through this period, and I heard of National Lampoon but I hadn't read a single issue. I was w-a-a-a-a-a-y too serious back then for any of this. I was aware of the cover of holding a pistol to a dog's head with the dog's expression of worry and questioning expressed beautifully with the caption, "Buy this magazine or the dog gets it." But I had no idea what the contents inside were like. I didn't see the issue about High School Yearbooks, nor understand that was based on a failed manuscript Teenage Commies From Outer Space.

Kenney is portrayed by Will Forte, another comedian I haven't heard of. Videos of him on YouTube are not interesting. He wears a deplorable wig throughout. Will Forte is about the age of Kenney when he died. I imagine a bit older. And Martin Mull is twice the age of Kenney when he died. So the ages of both comedian/actors do not make sense. But that's okay. I accept things not making sense.

Kenney dies too quickly. The abruptness is purposeful because he really did die too quickly. Drugs. It's hard to have sympathy when successful people die by the effects of outrageous drugs. Learning that Caddy Shack was written under the influence of cocaine is a bit of a bummer and now my opinion of a favorite movie is affected by knowing that.

I had no idea the creators of National Lampoon had such wild success. I did not know the effort made the creators millionaires. Douglas Kenney died at age thirty-four and that really is a bummer.

I learned Chevy Chase and Gilda Radner were involved with National Lampoon. The actors look similar and behave similarly but there is no attempt to copy them exactly. All the supporting actors do very nicely.

After Caddy Shack there is a funeral scene.

It took me awhile to realize this is the end, that Kenney had died. Because he's standing right there at the coffin. He's observing his own funeral. And Martin Mull appears and talks to Will Forte, Both Kenneys observing their own funeral. I had a moment. It brought me down. Way down. Way way down. My mind wandered away from the film. I thought about things developing unrelated to the film, but related to the subject being depicted. Things that are inevitable and on ineluctable course with one end, and I got so down my jaws jacked tightly. Then the film snapped me right back up and out of it.

The meaning of the title is resolved at the very end. It is the best ending for a film that I've seen in a very long time.

In real life Douglas Kenney fell off a cliff. Wikipedia entry for Douglass Kenney follows the script of the movie quite well. Wikipedia says Harold Ramos famously quipped that Kenney "probably fell while he was looking for a place to jump."

That's my kind of humor.

Man, did I ever miss a lot back then by being so impossibly serious.



There. If you watched this trailer you basically saw the whole thing right there. 

Sunday, January 28, 2018

California woman sues Walmart for racial profiling

A woman in California noticed that products marketed targeting a specific race are locked in glass cabinets at Walmart while similar products nearby marketed for other races are not locked up.

The story was seen on Moonbattery, a site with crazy political things, that links to Breitbart who did the original reporting.


Moonbattery suggests Walmart has three options:

1. Remove the locked cases and let thieves help themselves with law-abiding shoppers picking up the tab for theft through higher prices for everything.

2. Lock up the other products too, inconveniencing everyone because of the lawlessness of a minority.

3. Issue a statement that those who don't want to be treated like thieves should refrain from stealing lawn flamingos. 

Moonbattery concludes, since #3 is the only one that make sense it can be ruled out immediately.

Such nonsense. Those are not the only options. 

That doesn't address the law suit. Walmart can also go to court and prevail. Or lose. They can increase prices on lawn flamingos and leave all other products unaffected. That still affects innocent lawn flamingo purchasers but it goes with the territory of that particular product for its unique theft problem. 

The thing is, we have a word for this phenomenon and it's hurtful, "profiling." And it  is actual forensic profiling. The numbers indicate this specific item is most frequently shoplifted, so this specific item is protected specifically. By the numbers, not by bias and not by ill feelings, one type of person most often buys lawn flamingos and all marketing targets this type person, so easily identified by sight, really is genuine profiling. So what? It's how we make sense of the world. No apologies if by no fault of your own you find yourself in the profiled group. Fact: you are profiled in a group with a strong tendency to nick lawn flamingos. Perhaps out of embarrassment. Perhaps due to being short of cash. Perhaps because lawn flamingos are overly expensive due to constant theft. Whatever. Too bad for you. The world is not fair. 

One last thing, since the term profiling is used in its hot button political sense in the lawsuit, we can look at the political cause of the profiling. This group targeted and profiled for marketing and for protecting against theft is also targeted by a specific political party with their own marketing and with tremendous success over generations, to receive lagniappes from government so long as there is no man in the household. So long as a woman is straddled with raising children without the assistance of a husband for support. So this group, by the numbers, by the targeting, is well know to have adapted to take advantage of these benefits, so that over time they've become the most fatherless family of all the other groups so well tracked and studied, and that is straight up sensible professional profiling. Genuinely profiled. So there is a history through generations where there is no father to discipline and train and show how to exist without stealing. 

Maybe it's best to read the articles yourself. I have a tendency to mix up crucial elements. My reading comprehension is poor sometimes.