Saturday, March 3, 2018


I bought the complete works of Mark Twain for my Kindle for $1.06, including tax. How and why I have a Kindle is a long story, suffice it to say, it was not my idea, but now that I have it I like it a lot. Imagine having the entire output of a writer as excellent at Mark Twain in a tiny little device. Ain't technology wonderful?

So far I have read Life on the Mississippi and Roughing It, the latter which I can highly recommend - his knowledge and stories about mining and the Comstock lode and life in Virginia City Nevada are funny and educational. The fact that the stories he wrote 150 years ago still make me laugh is amazing to me -- his insight into human nature and his ability to find humor in everyday situations is fascinating. He was truly a genius.

Now I am reading Tramps Abroad - he has just walked around Germany, including a walk through the Black Forest and the way he described the houses there made me do some research -- how about that -- he nailed it. What a guy -- he had a good eye and he could write about what he saw. Impressive.

I am currently up to his tramping through Switzerland -- he was in Lucerne and saw the lion that was carved into the living rock as a memorial to the Swiss Guards who died fighting in Paris. It is a very sad memorial, a very expressive piece of sculpture and his description, once again, is spot on.

However, being Twain, he uses that great art as a source of humor while describing the conversations he had and overheard on a steamer roaming around a Swiss lake. The American he describes sounds like a guy we have all encountered at one time or another. So from a very serious, somber subject to laughing with and at a boor -- Mark Twain proves once again that he was a true American Treasure.

I'll wrap this up now with one final story -- years ago I visited his house in Hartford Connecticut. It is a beautiful house in a town that is now so sketchy that I would probably not revisit that area on a bet.

Spin machine

Trapped sad little soaking wet kittens. Can't even lie well. 

We have another mass murder in a gun-free zone within a Democrat stronghold and immediately the surviving victims are activated against NRA and 2nd Amendment and gun owners in general so extremely even the thickest see right through the organized activism and deem it cynical.

We have Democrats in high positions in government who decide among themselves their candidate must prevail no matter how much proof of corruption they must protect the public from knowing, while conversely they must smear the opposing candidate and use their trusted positions to do it. While corrupted media gives them cover. NYT and Washington post mislead their readers to give cover to FISA leakers. 

I turn on the t.v. and local newsreaders, adorable in that precise way that makes you want to punch them in the face, are presenting material they only partially understand. Wall to wall whinging of global cast of characters blathering about Trump's damage to free trade that no longer exists by their own activities. Free trade would be well worth defending if it were actually free trade, but it's woefully imbalanced trade, so not worth defending. For the patsy nation that hasn't had surplus in trade for the last three decades, the present arrangement is well worth destroying. 

Here. I made another animated picture gif for you.

This is Liu Zhongtian, Chinese billionaire, who has amassed 6% of the world's aluminum in Mexico, with America his target market, to best exploit a loophole in NAFTA in conjunction with other global manufacturers. America already has tariff on Chinese steel and Chinese aluminum to counter their cheaper nationally subsidized production. Globalists massively moving production to both Mexico and Canada exploit this loophole in NAFTA that makes exporting to United States much less expensive to them. While their own tariffs on American production makes up the difference to their subsidized industries that undercut American production. 

At home I'll open a new box of aluminum foil and hold the roll in my hands and marvel at it precision. This roll is quite extraordinary. I'm amazed it's even legal for me to own. It has the same metallic gravitas as a gun and it's impressive that I can even own it. This came out of the earth and technology refined it and flattened it precisely onto this gorgeous roll, and international trade makes it available for my use in the kitchen! Such amazing cooperation and work and technology for something so prosaic. Then I look at the pictures of Liu Zhongtian's aluminum stockpile in industrial rolls and in blocks, and I think, "you're raping the earth." And side-raping the United States. But we do not hold this against you personally, you're simply exploiting the holes in our treaties. 

Trump has two reasonable choices that our newsreaders cannot allow to be explained. 

1) Convince Canada and Mexico to work with him to close the loopholes that make production in their countries unfair to United States, that drain or capacity for production and make our markets opened to theirs. A thing they cannot do because it is patently disadvantageous to themselves. And Trudeau is even worse by using re-negotiation to tag on his ridiculously unproductive silly ass progressive conceits. 

2) Exit from NAFTA and re-negotiate individually.

It was a good try. We made a block of trading partners to enhance our position with respect to each other. Third party countries respond to that block such as most advantageous to all, even to the United States with lower prices for third party production, while undermining the economy's production of essential commodities. It's not just American steel and aluminum. Canada hasn't produced any steel either. They too have been undercut. Justin Trudeau um caterwauls clumsily um about fairness to um Canadian um products, not about um Canadian steel and aluminum. Canada is using all cheaper Chinese steel. We love him. Even though he's a goofball. 

Friday, March 2, 2018

March is here...

It blew in like a lion. And that's the truth. I lost my internet connection all day. The horror!

But no whining here - many places have it far worse. But this still calls for some musical accompaniment:

Le Grande being squeezed

Friends ask for prayers for Mets icon Rusty Staub New York Post  by Mike Puma 

 PORT ST. LUCIE — Friends of Rusty Staub were requesting prayers for the Mets icon on Friday, as he battles kidney failure in a West Palm Beach hospital. Modal Trigger Staub in 1984AP

The 73-year-old Staub, a popular player in two stints with the Mets, has not been responding to dialysis, according to a friend. Staub usually attends the New York Baseball Writers’ dinner each January, but was absent from the event this year because of health. Staub suffered a heart attack in October 2015 on a flight home from Ireland and was revived by two doctors on board. The plane returned to Ireland, where Staub was hospitalized before he was transported home.

Staub played 23 seasons in the major leagues and is most remembered by Mets fans for his role on the 1973 NL pennant-winning team.

(I always disliked Rusty Staub. I thought he was the perfect embodiment of the Mets. Big Mouth. Overrated. Gay.

I met him a couple of times at his rib joint in Midtown. It was in a hole in the wall off of Fifth Avenue in a very narrow space. It was right next to a record store as I recall. Some big deal like Tower or J&R or something. I forget which one it was. It seems like it was a long time ago.

I remember when I was in there one lunchtime with this Chinese friend of mine. Rusty comes over and starts to hit on him. I had to laugh My other buddy who was there was a big time Mets fan and I always busted his balls about the Mets. I got a lot of mileage out of that one.

After lunch we went to the record store. There was this manager who was a cute blond who the Chinese guy had a crush on. But he was afraid to up to talk to her. He was fresh out of college and naive as fuck. So I go up to her on the sly and go "You should go question that guy" as I pointed to my friend. "He has a CD in his pants." He turned purple. "She goes Do you really have a CD in your pants?" I go "Yeah. A Chinese dick. Slow play." She started laughing her ass off. You see she was a bar babe I had met the night before  in the Quiet Man and she was in on the joke. I almost gave Hop Sing a heart attack. Good times.

Still I wish him well. I am astounded he lasted this long. I mean he navigated the AIDS crisis without missing a beat.

Anyhoo I wish him the best and I hope he beats this.

Trump's 'Ready, Fire, Aim" Tweets At Sessions Are Reckless And Ridiculous

Says Ron Hosko, writing for Daily Caller.

Is that so? Trump is reckless and ridiculous while you're stable and sensible with your silly mischaracterization of Trump's communication.

Hosko spends his first five paragraphs describing the history from Trump introducing Sessions during the campaign to Sessions being selected for DOJ. Then two paragraphs on Sessions recusing himself from the Democrat's bogus Russia investigation as if there was nothing unstable about that whole thing.

Trump talking gets on Ron Hosko's nerves. Good.

I thought I was the only one thinking why should I care that someone is irritated by Trump saying what he thinks, as Trump does in his well reasoned way that confounds his detractors and distracts them to non compos mentis, while reading Hosko's grievance, until I continued through comments. Nobody at Daily Caller is having it.


I woke up at 5:30, looked out and saw the full moon BLAM right in the middle of my chunk of sky and I thought, "Hey! You should make a time lapse of that."

Then I thought, "Eh. Why bother?" It was too late to set up anyway. I wouldn't get the start. And I already did this several times. And I see that this means Orion is in my bit of sky too at the same time. This was February 2016. 

Dreamers march 250 miles to rally in Washington DC then are arrested outside city limits

From NYC to Washington DC, is actually 226 miles, and marching has a specific definition, and the article at the Gateway Pundit does not support the suggestion they were all arrested. Only six were arrested for blocking traffic.
“I walked 250 miles to the Capitol and passed through many communities that opened their homes to us. And yet now that we are here, Congress has closed their door,” said Aldo Solano, a DACA recipient from Oregon and one of the arrested protesters. “The undocumented community cannot wait for Congress to catch up to our lives!”
How can I even talk to you?

It's not about you and your plight. It's not about citizens opening their doors to you but Congress not doing what you demand.

How old are you? Under thirty-one? Because that is the first large scale amnesty that I know about. And that means your parents slipped into this country and squatted here illegally and birthed you and your siblings who now claim citizenship after that sweeping amnesty and through the subsequent ones. They were aware of the problems they were creating and left it to the nation to resolve. They wanted to be part of a nation of laws by simply coming here and skipping the whole citizenship process. And then insist they are law-abiding citizens in all respects except for the entry that cannot even be mentioned. Democrats erased all that from their vocabulary and substituted other words to accommodate that very serious discrepancy such that the mayor of Oakland claims her "citizens" are law-abiding. How can I talk to you when we cannot even agree on this essential first principle?

You speak in emotional language while the solution is legal. Legality requires precise language and you cannot have that. Granting yet another amnesty invites more of the same that your parents did.  By being here you change the nature of the thing you wish to be a part, a nation of laws.

Finally, try reversing all this and see how far I'll get by squatting in Mexico so long that I have children there, and later my children claiming citizenship by virtue of them being born there, for them and their extended families.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Roman numerals

1... 9... 7... 5 

He was born 1994, so that must be his mother's birth year.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Don't they teach this in Canadian schools or in tattoo shops? 

One of my favorite lines in Revenge of the Nerds is a character being asked if he knows the meaning of hat printed with "Malcom X." He answers, "Sure. Malcom Ten." 

Toni was great at this. In crossword puzzles she delights whenever the clue involves Roman numerals.  The clue isn't just what some number is in roman numerals, it's a math problem that must be converted then solved,and converted back to Roman numerals. Her delight caused me to delight. They're gimmies. 

If you would say, "Hey Justin, your Roman numerals are wrong." He'd go, "I know. Shut up." 

CNN Gary Tuchman, AR-15

Know what's more interesting than a liberal journalist looking like Barney Fife patting his pockets looking for his bullet and misinforming the public about "full" semi automatic?  The comments by Americans who know what they're talking about made to the video on YouTube, that's what.

This reminds me of something more interesting than a liberal journalist shooting a semi automatic gun,  a jellyfish that floats into a ring air bubble.

As a kid Barney Fife annoyed the hell out of me. But then I realized what comic genius Don Knotts was. I saw an earlier version of him doing a nervous lawyer such that the audience knows the client's case is lost. YouTube has videos of him doing a nervous watchmaker, public speaker, weatherman, television director, baseball announcer plus another of Don, a very old man, describing how his nervous character was developed, mostly the names of people who owned nightclubs and early television shows. He saw a nervous public speaker and then dreamt how that could be put to an act. Barney Fife is all of that crystalized to brilliance. A much better act than this full semi-automatic guy bouncing around. 

Oprah runs

How Škodas are made

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Celebrate Black History Month......last to speak.

I think I am going to be a lawyer.....

Dr. Joe Gannon: Well let’s see what’s the matter. You seem very hot under the collar.
OJ: You would be too if you wife was a chalk faced whore.
Dr. Joe Gannon: Now that can’t be right.
OJ: It’s true she be fucking everything in sight. The pool boy. Her divorce lawyer. Even her doctor. You ain’t her doctor are you?
Dr. Joe Gannon: Who me? No, no OJ I think she goes to Marcus Welby. You know there is a vein throbbing in your neck. That can’t be good.
OJ: I just know one thing. If I ever catch her fucking a waiter I am gonna cut both their throats.
Dr. Joe Gannon: You know I always wanted to be a lawyer. Or at least a Law Professor. Or an adjunct. Or something. But I won’t be doing any more doctor stuff.
OJ: Ok Doc don’t lose your shit. Do you validate parking? I have the White Bronco.

The Benghazi Rules of Engagement.....

I haven't commented much about the latest school shooting. It appears that everyone is playing their assigned roles. The NRA and law abiding citizens are the bad guys. The media, the crisis actors, Hollywood and the looney left are all beating the drums to take away our guns. Of course in New York we don't have any guns. At least in NYC. At least as far as they know.

I read a tweet that the big uptick in the purchase of firearms is a manifestation of the low grade civil war that we are engaged in these days. I think that is very perceptive. The liberals want to disarm the populace to assert  control of the deplorables.

What is ridiculous is that this tragedy could have been prevented. Or at least ameliorated by law enforcement. The Sheriff's Department and the FBI were warned about this kid. The tragedy is how the Coward County Deputies stayed outside and let this kid shoot. Nobody went in. Nobody tried anything until the Coral Gable cops showed. Now the rumor is that these deputies were told to stand down. By the Democratic hack Sheriff.

What the fuck did he think? That these kids were Ambassadors or something.


I wonder if Robert Longo ever crossed paths with Trooper. Longo has done some music videos, album covers, and a mess of drawings. Actual drawings, using carbon-based drawing materials.

This is an example of his work. It is a drawing.

I only recently learned of Robert Longo, and then I saw the Brooklyn connection. Knowing Brooklyn as well as I do I assume that everyone who lives there knows everyone else who lives there. It's just like my home town, right? 

Speaking of which, my 50th high school reunion is coming up and I am undecided about whether I am going to attend. It's a long drive and the reality of an event like that is that the only outcome of such a lost weekend is that a picture is taken showing a bunch of broken down old farts who were once young. Me, being cheap and efficient thought "You know what, Gritster, all you really need to do is send a life size cardboard cutout picture of yourself and you will achieve the only concrete goal which is being in the group picture with minimal fuss and muss." Yep, that's what I thought. They can prop up my picture in the back and no one will be the wiser. Plus I get to stay home instead of going on a potentially depressing road trip. It might be nice to see a couple of the folks, but somehow I have made it this far without seeing them, and as the old song says:

I should have posted a Longo music video, but seriously, music from that era is not something I care for.


Brooklyn eatery with mob ties mysteriously shot up

Waiter, there’s a bullet in my bolognese.
A mob-linked Brooklyn restaurant may need to check its macaroni and gravy for shell casings after someone shot up the eatery’s facade early Sunday to send a “message” to its owners, according to a law-enforcement source.
An employee arriving for work at Carroll Gardens’ Marco Polo Ristorante just before 8 a.m. found the front window and door riddled with bullet holes, police said.
Co-owner Marco Chricio, whose dad opened the eatery, told The Post that the restaurant was caught in the crossfire between battling gangs from neighboring Gowanus and Red Hook housing projects, but cops said the restaurant itself was the target.
“It’s obviously some kind of message,” a law enforcement source said of the shooting.
Police recovered 10 shell casings across the street in front of the Body Elite gym.
A worker there said surveillance video captured by the fitness center shows a lone, hooded man on the stalking around outside around 6 a.m. when the bullets started flying.
The 35-year-old trattoria is a mainstay for players on both sides of the law — judges and attorneys regularly sup at the Court Street institution, but its mob ties run deep.

Mayor of Oakland warned of ICE operation on her Twitter account

Here is Libby Schaaf's twitter account.

I realized all my arguments about why this is so terrible can be used against me on my position on marijuana laws. And I don't have a dog in either fight.

people leaps

The dog leaping on the perp was impressive but no more so than what people do.

Got a few minutes to kill? Possibly a few hours. Your Daily Dose of Internet.  That's where I saw the first video. I cannot find the video now so I searched the individual clip independently and it came right up. 

I used to be able to jump very well. Not nearly good as this, though. And now I cannot even hop one inch. The muscles simply do not coordinate even for that. My brother thinks it's hilarious. I still can't get over him laughing at me.

It forces me to recall. 

My mind casts back to the beginning when the degradation started. I was surprised how immediate compensations developed automatically. I had balance then but at home I couldn't judge how high to lift my legs for the steps. I put my fingertips on my knees and that told me where my feet were, and I could continue to race up the steps. I brought that compensation to work. Then months later I was in hospital and saw a ballerina on t.v. and I thought, "I used to like to dance. Hey! What, do you just say goodbye to dancing just like that? Fine. No more dancing for me. Some things you just outgrow. I guess."

From age five, every relative I had told me directly face to face, holding my shoulders imparting something urgent, "enjoy your good health while you have it because it doesn't last forever." I know. I know. I know. I know. I KNOW! But that concern is so far away.

I feel no jealousy. Just joy watching natural athletes glory in extending their own physical feats. There is no Olympics for his dribbling two basketballs or jumping a stacked bin and box but he is no less impressive.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Greg Gutfeld: Trump is having a ball and maybe so should you


Throughout Egyptian art scale conveyed the relative importance of the subject's social position. The lord of property is drawn larger than the workers, the king is painted larger than the lords. Gods larger than kings. But not always.  Sometimes scale was a matter of composition, sometimes the people are children, but mostly difference in size connotes importance.

In Greg Gutfeld's case in relation with Trump the difference in size is real. And also means difference in importance.

It's funny listening to people speak as if their importance is equal.

President Donald Trump announced today his intention to run in 2020 and names Brad Parscale his campaign manager.

I read about this all day today all over the place. It's considered exceedingly early and provocative. Professor Jacobson writes about this on Insurrection and his take is the most thorough I've seen. He goes mathematical and keeps adding. He says "add it all up" a couple of times. Where I see a simple announcement of intention, Jacobson sees Trump addressing the resistance. Jacobson says Trump is telling them that thoughts of impeachment are a pipe-dream, he's not resigning. He's not done yet. He sees psychological warfare and Trump demoralizing his opposition. 

Chosing Parscale says, "the guy who beat you last time will beat you again." 

It a thumb in the eye because there were rumors of Parscale colluding with Russians. 

It's a message to Mueller, according to Jacobson. The message is that in trying to take down President Trump he will also be taking down candidate Trump who will fight to the bitter end.

The bitter end. That sounds great.

Lastly, it's a message to Republicans that this is Trump's party now. 

Again, Jacobson says, "add it all up." 

I had no idea there was so much to add. 

This is mere recap of what Jacobson says

Comments recommended. There is a real wad over there who likes to argue with smart people every day. Nothing more than annoyance. He never manages to change anyone's mind. He never brings anything insightful. And he's ossified so he's incapable of learning anything useful. He can be skipped without loss while return comments to him are interesting. 

Leap of joy

Gus Kenworthy

Something Olympics, something 12th place or something. Something kiss, something Ivanka, something Pence.  Puppy something. Something boyfriend. Something Trump. Something about P&G, whatever that is. Head and Shoulders something. Everyone's making a name for themselves, having a great time. Or something. Din't watch 'cause I was busy goofing around. Someone explain this to me.

And didn't you always sense Olympics are gay? It's like historic. They should just get real with themselves and do everything nude. Isn't that what this is really about? 

Hey! Wanna hear something that's more interesting to me than a losing skiers sex life and political views?

Total change of subject, right here.

I bought 4 of those Japanese knifes on sale at Amazon and gave one away already. To a woman whom I had a conversation with about cooking and about sharp knives. I said, "I bought you a gift based on a conversation we had, can you guess what it is?" I'm holding out a long thin black box that could be a necklace or a watch. Women think in terms of jewelry. I think. She was stumped. In that moment she racked her brains but couldn't imagine and those things compounded her surprise. She genuinely flipped out. Man, that was fun to watch. It's unimaginable. A dude bought her a very nice knife. Who even does that? I saw her later as she was leaving and she told me thank you again and she's eager to get home and try it.

I tried mine. It's balanced nicely. Well constructed. The blade goes almost to the end of the handle. Shortened so its weight is  balanced  right where the blade emerges from the handle, so if you threw it, it would flip nicely, and the handle curves up slightly so knuckles don't hit the cutting board. But it has a significant flaw. In my view. The blade is flat on one side and beveled on the other. It's sharpened on only one side. And that causes the blade to curve into whatever it is that's being sliced. It does not tend to slice straight downward. To slice straight downward you have to force it. It's like a Belgian sheepdog cannot run a straight line. Even a short recall, they cut a noticeable curve. Like a gyroscope in their head that forces them to curve. The blade's bevel does that. I didn't know that about knives. But it sure is sharp. It cut my cornbread very nicely. It's wicked sharp. 

Psychiatrist Bob's parrot

A friend goes by the name Bob. He has an acquaintance who is a psychiatrist also named Bob. I was named after Uncle Robert. Some few people call me Bob. This psychiatrist friend of a friend is a bit odd as you might guess by his trade. He is tall as he is old and he has a pet parrot.

The parrot has his own bedroom on the twenty-second floor of an apartment building off the mall on Larimer St. downtown Denver. His very large square cage dominates the center of the room. You can walk around the cage but that's about it. Psychiatrist Bob talks to his parrot in baby-talk. To witness very large six-foot six old man do this is creepy, to be honest. I don't like that parrot.

The psychiatrist knew that I painted Egyptian frescos but he wasn't interested in buying one. A downtown department store named Joslin's took down a window display that incorporated life size cutouts of Egyptian figures that were blank. Now, this is very odd because Joslin's was right next door to the Federal Reserve Bank where I worked and I did not see the window display. If I did, it would have appealed to me immediately. The store discarded the life-size cutouts and Psychiatrist Bob asked the people in charge if he could have them. So Bob ended up with these cutouts.

The window display coincided with the Denver Museum of Natural History exhibition of Ramses. It was a very big deal for the city. It was a large show with monolithic statues, even the Ramses mummy. I went to that show five times. I produced posters for the Federal Reserve employee's club that hosted a tour to the exhibition. Another individual named Dennis is a dentist who lives directly across from the museum on Colorado Boulevard. Dennis the dentist lives in a very large brick house by himself. He hosted a party for professional people to visit the Ramses exhibition. Through the original friend Bob, Psychiatrist Bob asked me to come to his downtown apartment to help him paint these two cutouts to contribute to Dennis the dentist's party. It was a very large party, all professional people.


I show up to Bob's downtown apartment and he's got that goddamn parrot chained to the balcony railing. So now the parrot is part of the deal. There are three doors that lead to the balcony. One from the living room, another from Bob's bedroom on the opposite side, and one from the parrot's bedroom, the main door in the middle, a large patio door. The cutouts are leaning against the glass to the parrot's bedroom door.

Bob had everything set up and ready to go. Acrylic paints, water, brushes, cloth, all set up on a small wooden table directly under the parrot.

The parrot kept grabbing brushes from the table and chewing them. It kept dropping brushes over the balcony until there weren't any left. Bob and I had to go down to the alley and collect the brushes that the parrot gnawed on and dropped. The parrot was a giant pain the butt. 

Then Bob pulled something that I did not appreciate. 

We were painting the cutouts side by side working together each to our own cutout. He invited me over so that I could show him what to do with these things, how to even approach it. What colors to use. How to get a face on it, how to make white silhouettes into cartoons, he ignored my advice and totally f'd up his cutout. He messed up the eye, messed up the color fields, messed up the necklace, messed up the bracelets, messed up the placement of the ear, the hair and the outline. He messed up everything. Then right in the middle of the project he said, "I have dentist appointment downtown here, just a few blocks away." (Not with Dennis the dentist) He said he'll be back in an hour. 

Now I'm at his apartment by myself. And I don't even know this guy. 

I set my mind to the task at hand. I'm painting the necklace and keeping it simple. The jewels will be simple primary colors, like rows of jelly beans. I get in real close. It's tedious. Goes like this: line line line line line line line line line line, at least a couple hundred times. Time stops as I draw rows of lines. As my mind stays focused at the tip of my brush the rest of my mind free-associates. My mind flies around the whole universe. It goes back into time. It goes forward ahead. It thinks about other things that aren't about painting a life-size cutout. I plan the rest of my day. I imagine my next meal. I think about work that is a few blocks way. I think about the party these cutouts are for. I don't think about Bob I don't think about the parrot, I don't think about being twenty-two floors up, I don't think about being on a balcony, or in somebody else's home. I just fly around the whole world and stay at the tip of my brush.

My mind is a million miles away from here, and it's right here at the same time. Suddenly, in a very clear voice, perfectly enunciated and loud, a definitive statement, "Hello Bob!"


It scared the living shit out of me! It sounded like a swat team flipping over the balcony. That bird had not said a single word until he called out my name. Twenty-two floors up! The bird had gone so quiet I had completely forgotten it was even there behind me. I didn't even know it could talk. 

And now I could kill that f'k'n bird. 

He wasn't even talking to me, he was just repeating what his owner taught him. 

Monday, February 26, 2018


Rive Talkin'

The Kevin de Leon/Dianne Feinstein schism in the California Democratic Party actually represents a chance for a Republicans to challenge the political status quo in California, particularly Senate politics. There are a couple names that come to mind.

Lien Of The Senate

So the Dems in California have backed out their support for Dianne Feinstein in favor of Kevin De Leon for US Senate. Leon you see is the future of California politics. And so goes California, goes the nation.

Just to remind you how far down the La Raza pathway de Leon is, recall this juicy quote:
Responding to President Trump’s suggestion of 'withholding federal funding' from California, de Leon said: 'Half of my family would be eligible for deportation under the executive order, because they got a false social security card, they got a false identification, they got a false driver’s license prior to us passing AB 60, they got a false green card, and anyone who has family members who are undocumented knows that almost entirely everybody has secured some sort of false identification.' link
If forged documents and ID's are as common as de Leon asserts then why not voter fraud? Gives credence to Trump's assertion.

If de Leon is elected to the US Senate, he will be far to left of Kamela Harris. He will be a lien on US sovereignty, asserting his "right" to keep possession of property belonging to another person until a debt owed by that person is discharged.  That debt being the US possession of California. This could easily happen with fraudulent, unchecked votes in California.

Trump Kids

I was talking to a woman a few days ago about how well small kids can read. She told me about her grandkids picking up things from YouTube unsupervised and appearing to be advanced about things that kids shouldn't even be thinking about. It's there. They see it. They imitate what they hear and see. She told me she watched kids do some surprisingly good imitations of Trump.

This video is dated July 22, 2017. Tons of stuff like this on YouTube.

Is The Godfather: Part III The Worst Movie Ever Made?

There are probably worse movies, but in terms of being a hackneyed, clichéd, poorly directed disappointment, it is certainly up there. Did I mention poorly acted? It was. Did it have horrible casting? Why yes, yes it did. Was the script good? Yep - good for wrapping fish. Speaking of fish, this movie should have slept with them.

I could go on, but I think you understand where I am coming from. I hadn't seen that movie since I saw it in a theater when it was released, then I watched it last night. It didn't magically improve when I wasn't looking. In fact, scenes like the shootout at the street festival were so poorly done that I was embarrassed for whoever directed that - hold it - what's this? It was Frankie Ford Coppola! I thought he knew how to direct those kind of things. This one was so clunky, so poorly blocked, so badly shot (I KNOW!) that he should go to his room and think about what he has done.

But that's not what I am here to talk about. What this post is about is much more topical. I read a lot about Russians and Civil War and other boogie men (no, not Dr. John) and this morning I saw a movie that mashes those themes into one neat package. But before we get there, because poetry is so beloved around here, first a poem by Ogden Nash:

To Barbara Frietchie
I bet she scratched
When she was itchy.
That is the proper setup for the following:

Nunes, Media is dead

Johnathan Chait, New York Magazine

Zach Beauchamp, VOX

Gabriel Schoenfeld, Daily News

Sunday, February 25, 2018

fried chicken and watermelon.

I'm reading the story on the Daily Wire about the sophomore who complained about the menu at NYU during Black History Month and got the two employees fired for planning the menu.

I'll bet $10.00 they conferred with their black friends.

A second year student at a school where tuition and fees and room and board cost $68,400 and most likely has exposure to some pretty good food gets people fired who probably earn about half that. I don't know. It's just what I'm thinking.

I love fried chicken and I love love LOVE watermelon and I'll sit on the porch and eat watermelon and spit out the seeds and drink Kool-Aid. And whoever made that a racial thing, I'd like to punch them right in the nose.

As I read, I thought it reminded me of a dream that made me wake up cross. But it wasn't a dream. It was the Netflix television show Ugly Delicious hosted by David Chang. I never heard of Chang. Apparently he's wicked successful. His cooking style has evolved from a kind of Korean fusion to doing his own thing. He's not interested in preparing precious plates with tweezers, nor having everything shine with gloss. He makes what he finds delicious. His show is enlightening. It's useful. It's very funny in spots. It has quite a lot of creative elements. His show takes viewers where they are unlikely to go.

He's also an incredibly shallow Democrat spewing every infuriatingly shallow trope. And he's racist as all hell. Every single episode is about his perception of race and everybody else's problem with race. Without the element of race his show would be diminished by 50%.

Once you realize what you are in for then his show is viewed like this: watch, skip, skip, skip, watch, skip, skip, skip, watch, skip, watch, skip, watch, watch, watch, skip, skip, skip, skip, skip.

He's second generation Korean and completely obsessed about being Korean.

He shows his politics immediately. In the first ten minutes someone says, "this is my reality" and Chang answers oh so very cleverly, "Like Trump. Trump's alternate reality." And by that you know right off that you're in for a slog.

Were it not for the good bits then I wouldn't bother at all. Chang is they type of person I'd like to learn from but never meet.

In another episode he goes to the home of other Korean immigrants. All the other actual immigrants, and 2nd generation immigrants are more balanced than he is. Chang is trying to get them to disagree with Trump's crackdown on Muslim immigration. Chang's heart is so open and pure and accepting. The other Koreans are trying to get Chang to understand that some immigrants don't come here to work. Their dialog was about work, not about assimilation as your dialog would be. As mine would be. Next scene on the street away from the family Chang is sad that he couldn't change their minds to be more open to heavy Muslim immigration so they can have the opportunity his parents had.

Then in another episode the discussion turns to fried chicken where we learn some very good techniques from southern cooks and Tokyo cooks and Indian cooks, and of course racism takes up 3/4 the episode, analyzing black comedians, stories about innocent people being snared by not understanding other people have this hangup about chicken and watermelon like one of Chang's friends and like the the two innocent menu planners at NYU. Someone's offense where none is intended. Someone's hangup where no hangup is valid. It's not even real, but still perceived, by the likes of the NYU sophomore and by Chang who imbue this imaginary racism with such destructive energy and taint glorious combinations like fried chicken and watermelon.

If you can stand all of that then I recommend his show. I have a very low tolerance for racially obsessed people and that makes this show difficult for me to watch. Nevertheless, I watch anyway to get the good bits. It really is good.

I want fried chicken and I want watermelon and I don't care who you are or what month it is or what the celebration is about. I don't even want to think about what race anybody is. I don't want to think about anyone being offended. I don't care about the history of it. I just want fried chicken and watermelon.

vocabulary, since the last time.

Words encountered online, used by smarty-pants writers showing off their superior vocabulary and worldly knowledge. Mostly lawyers who should know better. And in Yahoo group emails by linguistic experts who cannot help themselves. And YouTube videos about food. Heard on t.v. on such shows as The Last Kingdom and NCIS, two shows fond of bizarre words. And in books.

Speaking of books, care to hear something funny? Yesterday I showed Reinhart's pop-up book Disney Princesses to two new ladies working downstairs. I don't like the book because of its content and I think it's too complex mechanically for little girls. It's too clever by 500%. I told one woman that flipping through the book the Disney princesses seem awfully white. Without looking up from the book she said, "Oh, I don't know."  Then she rattled off Jasmine, Pocahontas, Tiana, Elsa, Mulan, Queen Kida, Moana. I was stunned that a grown woman, a grandmother, knows the names and races of Disney Princesses. "Boy, you sure know your Disney Princesses." They both laughed. In their world Disney princesses are common knowledge, and they both really like the book.

104 words follow, plus a few more within definitions.

* amerce: to punish by inflicting any discretionary or arbitrary penalty.

* anadem: A wreath or garland for the head.

* anhedonic: a psychological condition characterized by inability to experience pleasure in normally pleasurable acts

Like his Guardian colleague Oliver James - another anhedonic hypocrite stressed by the contradictions of being a well-heeled middle-class lefty – Mr Monbiot wants us to believe that “wealth causes misery.”

* ankled the agency: left the agency we all know, in advance of that vote, assistant FBI Director Andrew McCabe ankled the agency yesterday

ankled the talent agency, ankled the shop, ankled the company, ankled the standard route to success, ankled the show,

* anschluss: Union, especially the political union of Austria with Germany in 1938.

* apotropaic: designed to avert evil.

Greek, apotrepein "to ward off" from apo, "away and trepein "to turn" is a type of magic intended to turn away harm or evil influences, as in deflecting misfortune or averting the evil eye.

The lion combined all physical forces with which the deceased wanted to get equipped and played an important role as an apotropaic symbol for warding off evil.

* approbation: An expression of warm approval; praise. Official approval.

After all, they're the Respectable Ones who crave leftist approbation, and they're the ones the left likes to quote in reaction to any political development involving Trump

(I thought the word was negative)

* Ariadne's thread: named for the legend of Ariadne, is the solving of a problem with multiple apparent means of proceeding - such as a physical maze, a logic puzzle, or an ethical dilemma - through an exhaustive application of logic to all available routes.

The reason why I tried to find a hypothetical Ariadne's thread is
that it may be used as a tool
in filtering, in context, the various possible translations,
linguistic pathways of meanings,
so that one might see the forest, not just the trees.

* auteur theory: Theory of filmmaking in which the director is viewed as the major creative force in a motion picture.

* Autres temps, autres mœurs: other times, other customs.

Before there was Warren Buffett and his secretary, there was Rockefeller and his. Autres temps, autres mœurs.

That's it for the As.

Border wall project begins at Calexico, CA

The San Diego Union-Tribune reports.

Customs and Border Protection is replacing a little more than two miles in downtown Calexico, a sliver of the president's plan for a “big, beautiful wall” with Mexico. A barrier built in the 1990s from recycled metal scraps and landing mat will be torn down for bollard-style posts that are 30 feet high, significantly taller than existing walls.
Landing mat are the padded mats that gymnastic athletes land on. And they're also flat metal grating that be rolled up for airplanes to take off and land on when tarmac is damaged or nonexistent.

Bollards are structural phallic symbols. So, a row two miles long of 30 feet-high phallic symbols. Take that, Mexico.

More significant details at the link including legal challenges expected by one particular judge who Trump ridiculed during his campaign.

Comments at the San Diego newspaper are a lot more supportive than I expected considering San Diego is in California. They don't fit my comprehension of the state as a whole.

They're on par with the comments to the post made on Legal Insurrection. Except for one guy. Boy, lawyer types sure can get shrill when they feel themselves backed into a corner. The anti-Trumpite is triggered by the remark, "promise kept." That launches him in to litany of promises Trump promises unkept, while disallowing any extenuating circumstances such as his own resistance.


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Got to see another one - for that I am grateful.

House Intel Committee Releases Democrats’ Dossier Memo

Democrats say their document clarifies the FBI and DOJ's application for a warrant to spy on Carter Page who was President' Donald Trump's campaign advisor at the time. (Their real target was Trump)

They dispute Republican claims that FBI and DOJ relied on unverified Steele dossier to obtain the FISA warrant and also failed to disclose it was funded by Hillary Clinton's campaign and the DNC. (Without mentioning why FISA Judge Rudolph Contratas was forcefully recused, not self-recuised as we were told)

Democrats also claim the FISAs against Page allowed FBI to collect valuable intelligence, that portion of their evidence is largely redacted. They rebut Republican claim that FBI and DOJ omitted material facts about Steele in th eFISA applications. (Saying so doesn't make it so, they're lying again.)

Nobody sensible believes a single doodle.

House Republicans Release Rebuttal To Democratic Intel Memo

Republican rebuttal to Democrat rebuttal concentrates on ignored and omitted information notably Michael Isikoff's Yahoo News article, Christopher Steele's credibility, Hillary campaign and the DNC. They say the Democrat memo is unpersuasive and attempts to distract from the Committee's key findings. They say the heavily redacted details supposedly corroborating the Steele dossier leaves many questions. 

More interesting than all this Democrat hogwash that works only on Democrat dummkopfs is Devin Nunes speaking at CPAC who makes universal sense.  Well worth your time.