Thursday, July 30, 2020

WKRLEM: Summertime and your mother is easy!



One of my favorite Janis songs.

What if Harrry Potter were written by Ta-Nehisi Coates?




“Look—” he murmured, holding out his arm to stop Malfoy. Something bright white was gleaming on the ground. They inched closer.

It was the unicorn all right, and it was dead.

Harry had never seen anything so beautiful and sad. Its long, slender legs were stuck out at odd angles where it had fallen and its mane was spread pearly-white on the dark leaves. Harry had taken one step toward it when a slithering sound made him freeze where he stood.

 A bush on the edge of the clearing quivered. . . . Then, out of the shadows, a black hooded figure came crawling across the ground like some stalking beast. Harry, Malfoy, and Fang stood transfixed.
The cloaked figure reached the unicorn, lowered its head over the wound in the animal’s side, and began to drink its blood. “AAAAAAAAAAARGH!” Malfoy let out a terrible scream and bolted—so did Fang.

The hooded figure raised its head and looked right at Harry—unicorn blood was dribbling down its front. It got to its feet and came swiftly toward Harry—he couldn’t move for fear.
It was a black face. Covered in gore. Bits of flesh mixed with spittle on his chin. Dead soulless eyes looked at Harry.

“All that is white must die. They are the evil that will destroy this realm. Now is the time for the true Kings and Queens to claim their rightful place!”

Harry shuddered in fear but he still had to ask “Why did you have to kill such a beautiful creature?”

“Only black lives matter you cretin. Soon you will all feel our wrath.”

Harry couldn’t face such evil alone. He turned and fled after the others.

I was told there would be no Dylan

There are many who say that a dog has its day,
And a cat  has a number of lives;
There are others who think that a lobster is pink,
And that bees never work in their hives.
There are fewer, of course, who insist that a horse
Has a horn and two humps on its head,
And a fellow who jests that a teen can have breasts
Is as rare as a donkey that's red.
Yet in spite of all this, I have moments of bliss,
For I cherish a passion for youth,
And though doubtful of biscuit, I'm willing to risk it,
And I love to chase rabbits and chicks.
But my greatest delight is to take a good bite
At a calf that is plump and delicious;
And if I indulge and grow quite a bulge,
Let's hope you won't find me victorious.

WKRLEM: Summertime and the farting is easy!



I bet you like the Cock a two.

Amirite or what?

The Boss used to do this all the time too......



President Trump offered to pay for the funeral of Army soldier Vanessa Guillen who was murdered by another soldier who was sexually attacking her. This is typical of President Trump as he does this kind of thing all the time. Something the Boss George Steinbrenner also would do all the time. Pay for a funeral. Give a college scholarship. Help out people who needed it. Without a lot of fanfare. 

This was unusual because it is usually covered up by the mainstream media. The family wanted it out there so they could say how appreciative they are.

The family didn't want a military funeral. Who could blame them.The Army failed them. How could they allow this kind of bullshit to happen. This wasn't a simple case of sexual harassment. This was murder. Heads should roll. Starting with the Chief of Staff who is a shit head anyway.

From the New York Post:

"Trump made the offer while hosting the family of Vanessa Guillen, who was 20, in the Oval Office. A male soldier suspected of killing Guillen near the Texas base committed suicide, the Army has said.
In response to a reporter’s question, Trump said he’s paid for other soldiers’ funerals.
“I have, I have. I have to do it personally, I can’t do it through government,” Trump said. “I have because some families need help. They need help.”
Guillen’s family declined a military funeral, and are awaiting the return of her remains, which Trump said he would help expedite.
“I don’t even know if you need help, maybe you don’t need help from a financial standpoint. I have no idea. I just think it’s a horrific thing that happened and if you did need help, I’ll be there to help you,” Trump said."
I never realized just how much I missed the Boss until recently. I know I will feel the same when President Trump is gone as well.

Summer's Here



Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing cuccu!
Groweþ sed and bloweþ med
And springþ þe wde nu,
Sing cuccu!

Awe bleteþ after lomb,
Lhouþ after calue cu.
Bulluc sterteþ, bucke uerteþ,
Murie sing cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu, wel singes þu cuccu;
Ne swik þu nauer nu.

Sing cuccu nu. Sing cuccu.
Sing cuccu. Sing cuccu nu!

þ is "thorn," same as modern th.

Modern English:

Summer has arrived,
Loudly sing, Cuckoo!
The seed grows and the meadow blooms
And the wood springs anew,
Sing, Cuckoo!

The ewe bleats after the lamb
The cow lows after the calf.
The bullock stirs, the stag farts,
Merrily sing, Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, well you sing, cuckoo;
Don't you ever stop now,

Sing cuckoo now. Sing, Cuckoo.
Sing Cuckoo. Sing cuckoo now!

This video shows the medieval and modern musical notation in parallel.

And here's a medieval stag, possibly farting:





Tuesday, July 28, 2020

WKRLEM: The Goddess Baudo, Adrienne Baubo





I never actually saw her head.

We never think about the person on the other side of the meme


It was very unfair to Fredo.

They wrote several additions to the Godfather saga to continue and flesh out the story. They go into the murder of Tessio and Michaels activities in the period between Godfather 1 and 2.

One of these books really goes into Fredo's backstory. They make him gay. Of course. I am surprised that it hasn't been filmed. Since everyone has to be gay or in an interracial relationship in the movies these days.

Still even being accused of being a cocksucker is not as bad as be compared to Chris Cuomo.

Poor bastard.

Getting unstuck

George Thorogood has a good sense of humor. And plays a mean guitar.


After five months of solitary confinement I got seriously stuck. Not to the point of considering the consumption of any intoxicants, but what the hey - this lockdown stuff is really getting stupid. I certainly have the alone part figured out. For now I will eschew the drinking part.

I will persevere. I got unstuck and I have some new ideas.

Today I finished this piece - July has been completely unproductive for me for a variety of reasons.


This piece is made out of silver maple from a tree in my backyard. The design is based on an old weathervane, with my own twist. It is good have a new product. Also, I am reconsidering how I do business and why I do business, but first things first. Must make things.

Might as well stick with the established theme, eh?


Melanistic Squirrels with Golden-Brown Tails


I had never seen a squirrel like this anywhere until last year, when one started hanging around our neighborhood. Except for the color, they are standard Eastern Gray Squirrels. We've always had a few solid black ones (melanistic, in science-speak), but these were new. This year we have two, or maybe three.

A quick dive into the internet reveals that these guys are uncommon, but do show up here and there. There are even weirder variants, with striped tails or patchwork colors. And there are solid white ones, of course; I've seen a few of those myself, and there's a town in Illinois that's famous for them.

Wikipedia says that "Urban populations of the species were found to have a higher frequency of black morphs." I'm just going to leave that alone.

The picture above, by the way, is one I swiped from a website. The little buggers are never around when I have a camera. But that's what they look like.

Monday, July 27, 2020

On Non-fatal Surprises and The Art of Getting Unstuck


This week, I happened to open the book, Painting Your Way Out of a Corner, The Art of Getting Unstuck, to find the following story and picture, which seemed fitting given all that goes on around here, including recent attention paid to Hermish penectomies and recent mention made of the humor-pain release connect, with laughter described as our response to a non-fatal surprise:

 A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the River Styx.

Once upon a time, when winter was as yet unknown to humans, two goddesses, Demeter and Persephone, watched over the crops.  Although plants followed a natural life-death cycle, no field had ever lay barren. 

One day, as Persephone roamed the field picking flowers, the earth suddenly opened up, and the dark god Hades appeared in his golden chariot.  Ignoring Persephone’s pleas for help, Hades carried her off to his kingdom below and made her queen of the underworld, home of the dead.  Meanwhile, Persephone’s mother, Demeter, having heard her daughter’s desperate cries, searched for her everywhere for nine days and nights. Beside herself with grief, Demeter could no longer eat nor drink.  In her sorrow, all the crops withered and the fields lay barren, as she no longer took care of the life around her.

As she wandered lost and despondent, not knowing which way to turn, Demeter came at last to a well.  While she sat there, inconsolable, unable to figure out what to do next, people from the village came forward to comfort her.  All was for naught until a strange little creature appeared before the great goddess.   Old Baubo, herself a goddess, was small and headless.  As she began to dance about, she lifted her skirts to reveal her naked body underneath.  Her nipples were her eyes and her vulva was her mouth.  In that moment of bizarre revelation, Demeter laughed aloud and her laughter broke the spell of grief that held her immobile.  She “awakened” to a course of action--she would go to the sun god Helios, who sees everything.  From him she learned where Persephone was and that Zeus had been involved in the plot.  Only then was she able to negotiate a compromise with Zeus and Hades.  Her daughter would spend three months of the year with Hades and the remaining nine with her. 

The author and artist, Barbara Diane Barry, who included this story* in her book goes on to say, “Baubo is an ancient goddess of obscenity, and her dance serves an important function.  The sight of Baubo’s lewd movements catches Demeter unaware and presents an unlooked-for point of view. This view is so out of the ordinary that before Demeter can think about it , she reacts with laughter, which spontaneously releases grief’s paralyzing grip. I love this motif and hold it as a model for when I take myself too seriously.  We, too, can move through emotional blocks via some unforeseen and amusing image.” 

And when I turned the page to find her drawing of Baubo, I too laughed at the sight she presented.

Sunday, July 26, 2020

Walking through life with you, madam, has been a very gracious thing





The last class act of Hollywood is gone.

PS Forgive me, it's my favorite scene of her and it's what made the movies so special.



And she is just so beautiful.

I know, I'm a sentimental slob.

Deja Vu: Joan's Apartment


I was re-watching Mad Men recently, when I saw something that made me sit up and hit Pause: a piece of kitsch art on the wall of Joan Holloway's apartment. It was a fake Chinese scroll painting of a red bridge over a deep gorge, and I had grown up, during the Mad Men era, with its identical twin.

It's from a paint-by-number kit. My father had painted it, with his usual care and patience -- if it's worth doing, it's worth doing right -- and it hung on the wall of our kitchen for a number of years. I dredged the Internet for a picture of that scene, so I could email it to my siblings; the best I could find was the one you see above.

I liked Mad Men when it first aired, and still do. When I found out that Matthew Weiner, the show's honcho, had been a writer/producer for The Sopranos, I figured: well, OK, it'll have one or two good seasons, then it'll get all Hollywoodish and up its own butt. But, no. It was very good from start to finish.

And, as a bonus for us Boomers, it did a very nice job picturing the world of the 60s. Some of the cultural stuff was contorted by modern wokeness (no, the average American didn't smoke three packs a day, and no, women's lives were not a relentless hell of misery and oppression), but the details were right on the money.

Kudos to the anonymous set-dresser or prop-buyer who found that paint-by-number scroll and put it on the apartment wall.

Saturday, July 25, 2020

Friday, July 24, 2020

Light Flight


I first heard this song in 1970 or so, on the wonderful, and madly eclectic, WHFS-FM. That led me to buy the album, and that led me into one of the enduring loves, or at least likes, of my life: the English Electric Folky groups of the 60s and 70s.

Light Flight is not electric though, and it's not even all that folky, except for Jacqui McShee's soprano, and John Renbourn's guitar. It's more jazzy than anything else; but there's also Swingle-Singers-style scatting, and dreamy, hippy-dippy lyrics, and a mix of time signatures including 5/8, 7/8 and 6/4. (Or so says Wikipedia; I tried to figure out the time signatures myself, and couldn't.)

Wiki also says, oddly enough, that Light Flight was used as theme music for a 1969-71 BBC drama series, Take Three Girls, about three young ladies sharing a flat in Swinging London.

Thursday, July 23, 2020

WKRLEM Iv'e seen the lights go down on Broadway





"The ruins at my feet."

"They burned all the churches up in Harlem."

"The flames were everywhere but no one really cared."

It all came true.

Contest

The former Redskins say they will be known as the Washington Football Team for 2020.

So are they the Washington Nothings?

This is like the New Coke. There has to be something better to call them.

And, if the "name" sticks (they're either the Redskins next year or no franchise), does the rest of pro sports follow suit?

What does Chiraq, with 2 baseball teams do?
I like to go for a jog as the sun comes up:


We had a nice sunrise this morning.

Since the lawn is wet with dew my shoes and socks get wet. I take off my shoes afterwards and set them on my back porch and after a few hours in the sunlight they are nice and dry.

However, today, the weather had other plans. I was busy working on stuff and the next thing you know we had a torrential downpour. My shoes were not only soaking wet, they were full of water. That is the opposite of what I was going for.


Well, as it is sometimes said, the sun will come out tomorrow.

The good news is I didn't have to water my purple sweet potatoes or my leopard lilies:

  

Statue-Bashing: The Early Years

In the 5th century BC, at the height of its power, Athens had a lot of Herms.

A Herm was a representation of the god Hermes: a square stone pillar, man-height, with a head on top and genitals, with erect phallus, partway down.


The Herms were guardians, giving divine protection to the city and its people, and warding off infertility. They lined the streets and markets and public spaces; they stood watch at the entrances to houses and temples. They were posted at gates and intersections, and even served as mile-markers on the roads.

One night in 415 BC, a gang of vandals stormed through the city and smashed the stiffies off all the Herms. Who were they? Some blamed the hetaireiai, societies of upper-class Athenian frat-boy types; supposedly devoted to wine, poetry and philosophy, they were apparently equally devoted to strippers, courtesans and hell-raising.

Others, including Thucydides, thought it was a political psy-op meant, by creating "omens," to prevent the launching of a military expedition against Syracuse. The instigators would have been agents of Sparta, Athens' enemy in the ongoing Peloponnesian War, or perhaps political opponents of the expedition's commander, Alcibiades. As it happened, the expedition went forward, but ended in disaster.

Whatever their goal, the rioters intended to raise Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt in the populace, and they succeeded. We can be thankful that our own public statues don't have genitals.

Well, except for the Wall Street Bull.


Come to think of it, I'm surprised the statue-bashers haven't yet tried to castrate this guy.


We need to post our own messages!


The idiocy of Democratic mayors is hard to countenance anymore. That black lesbian in Chicago, the beta douche in Portland, the incompetent bint in Atlanta and the supreme douchenozzle in New York.

All of them are promoting and abetting the animals and rioters of Black Lives Matter and Antifa. Any rioter arrested is released without charges and the cops are arrested for trying to stop the rioters. Homeowners who stand off the Mob at their homes are arrested and the evidence tampered with to convict them.

Now President Trump is sending federal officers to protect federal property and take proactive measures to arrest rioters. Some of the Mayors are losing their shit. DeBlasio says he is going to sue to keep the Feds out. What a tool.

I honestly don't think New York can recover. Or most of the major cities that have ceded their streets to the animals. You see companies are realizing that they can get the same production from some people working at home. You don't need to pay rent. You don't need to risk sexual harassment or racism suits. You can eliminate the need for the city. It is estimated that New York City real estate has lost 35% of its value. People are leaving in droves.

I hate to say it but Billy Joel was a fucking prophet.

Eat your meat!


How do you like your steak?

I have a problem because I like number one and the wife likes number five. So I have to cook everything differently. The big problem is the cut of meat we pick. Sure if you have small steaks each can be cooked to order. Well done or properly rare. But if you get a big T-bone or a porterhouse you are cooking one piece of meat that you are sharing. So unless you cut it up it is almost impossible to cook it to everyone's taste.

Right now we are in prime grilling time which is the best for steak. I grill even in the snow but now it is very pleasant. I can sit on the porch and enjoy a beverage while cooking and enjoying the sunset. In the winter I use a grill pan to sear it and then put in the oven to cook to taste.

Red meat is great and much preferable to most other meats. It has a flavor all it's own. When you eat chicken you talk about the sauce. Not the taste. That is why everything is compared to chicken as to taste. Which means it has not taste.

Rare is the way I like it. Bloody red and flavorful. That is the only way for me.

Just add some salt and pepper to a properly grilled steak and we have a party.

How do you like your meat!

Wednesday, July 22, 2020

This is the Democrat kristallnacht

...according to the Eminent Mr Surber.

Twat has banned the Star of David as "Hateful Imagery".

We've all seen the movie. "Where they burn books, they will in the end also burn people". They're already burning Catholic churches.

Add to that, the body count surrounding Jeffery Epstein (including Judge Salas' husband and son and her would-be assassin) and I'd say we're living in historic times.

As Insty noted, it's not the ideas of Western Civ that are failing, it's the ideas of the Left. It's why Trump is so feared by the Left. He challenges all that.

I have a feeling the crash is going to be noisy.

Tuesday, July 21, 2020

WKRLEM: Send in the Clowns.....

a



It makes as much sense as anything happening these days.

I wish I could drink Red Bull but I my heart can't take it.


To continue with a theme let's praise the management of Red Bull. The CEO fired two executives who tried to install a Black Lives Mater forced ideology on the Brand. From the Daily Maiil:

"Red Bull has fired two top executives in the US who had lobbied for more diversity in the company and were blamed for the leak of a letter that criticized its 'public silence' on Black Lives Matter. 
North America chief executive Stefan Kozak and North America president and chief marketing officer Amy Taylor were let go, the energy drink company said Tuesday. 
While Red Bull employees in the US have been pressing for the company to be more vocal about racism, Red Bull's billionaire CEO Dietrich Mateschitz is a Donald Trump admirer who has spoken out against 'political correctness'."
This is perfect. Instead of bowing dow and taking a knee which everyone from the NFL to the NYPD has done this Kraut just fired the social justice warriors and said no racial discrimination is alllowed. That includes discrimination against white people.
Revolutionary! Epic! Unheard of in this day and age!
When Red Bull first came out the wife put it in the bar she was managing. They were one of the first bars in NYC to stock it and sell cocktails like Red Bull and Vodka! So they were very lloyal to us.. When we opened the store they did a big promotion on our opening with free Red Bull and gave us fifty cases.
They are great company. I know most of us are too old and sick to drink it but buy a case for your grandkids. That's what I am going to do!

Backdoor Censorship?


It seems that google is doing some "Backdoor censorship."

When I went on my phone this morning to check out some of my favorite blogs the address for the Don Surber Blog did not come up. This is one of ed's favorites and he is an excellent Pro Trump true conservative site that I check every morning. I had to go back door. So to speak.

I clicked on his Amazon page that had some his blog posts and got on the site that way. It appears to ok on the computer because I already had it cached but it was impossible to directly access on my phone where I do most of my reading these days.

I think google is deliberately hiding and blocking sites that are Pro Trump. This really sucks because I don't want to waste time searching them out.

I really really hope they don't start doing that to Instagram because I can't have them blocking my all time favorite site "Babes for Trump."

Then I will really have to go back door.


Added: It looks like they changed it this afternoon after a bunch of protest from many conservative sites. But I will keep an eye on it. So to speak.

Monday, July 20, 2020

I was told there would be no Dylan

There are many who say that a dog has its day,
And a cat  has a number of lives;
There are others who think that everyone is pink,
As we all know they are in the inside.
There are fewer, of course, who insist that a  white man
Has a horn and two humps on its head,
And a fellow who jests that a mare can build nests
Is as rare as a monkey that's well read.
Yet in spite of all this, I have moments of bliss,
For I cherish a passion for tomes,
And though doubtful of biscuit, I'm willing to risk it
Even though our Aunt is bereft. 

The first instance of social distancing on Florida beaches


"Hey Jeanie Tony is off on a mission and he told me to take care of you. So I have this big bottle of sun tan lotion to spread on you so you don't burn."
"Back off Captain Healy. I don't burn. I am a Genie. Why don't you go rub up on Emily your next door neighbor. I bet she will like that."
"That's the seventies Jeanie. You are getting ahead of yourself."
"Nobody is getting any head so fuck off why don't you!"

NASA takes photos of the Sun

The sun

We don't talk about NASA much these days. I remember when I was a kid we were all about the astronauts and the research that NASA was doing and going to the moon and stuff.

NASA has released photo's of the Suns surface that are really interesting. From the press release:

“These unprecedented pictures of the Sun are the closest we have ever obtained,” said Holly Gilbert, NASA project scientist for the mission at NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland. “These amazing images will help scientists piece together the Sun’s atmospheric layers, which is important for understanding how it drives space weather near the Earth and throughout the solar system.”
“We didn’t expect such great results so early,” said Daniel Müller, ESA’s Solar Orbiter project scientist. “These images show that Solar Orbiter is off to an excellent start.”
They issued photo's of little "campfires" that are mini solar flares that must have a significant effect on the earth. It is all very interesting.

When I was a kid I wanted to be an astronaut. Not for the ticker tape parades. Not for finding new things. Not to go where no man had gone before. I wanted to be an astronaut for one reason and one reason only:

Links


Sixty asked me to delete the links on the sidebar that lets you access any posts that relate to a particulate subject. So if you want to follow those threads just click on the link at the bottom of a particular post.

If anyone has any other suggestions as to layout or format please let me know.

Fun With Language: Uncleftish Beholding

Poul Anderson was a popular journeyman science fiction writer whose career ran from the Age of the Thirty-Five Cent Paperback until his death in 2001. One day he decided to write a short essay about atomic physics without using any words derived from Greek, Latin or Romance languages, but using only words with Germanic/Anglo-Saxon/Old English roots.

Why? Because he liked language, liked playing with it, it hadn't been tried before, and he wanted to show off. A word-lover's version of the mountain-climber's "because it was there." Same reason a guy named Ernest Vincent Wright wrote and published an entire novel that did not use the letter "e."

Of course, Anderson had to make up a lot of words for concepts the Anglo-Saxons didn't possess, like anything that didn't involve farming, fighting and drinking. So an atom is an "uncleft," scientists are "worldken folk," etc. Here's a sample:
For although light oftenest behaves as a wave, it can be looked on as a mote, the “lightbit”. We have already said by the way that a mote of stuff can behave not only as a chunk, but as a wave. Down among the unclefts, things do not happen in steady flowings, but in leaps between bestandings that are forbidden. The knowledge-hunt of this is called “lump beholding”.

Here's how it ends:
Today we wield both kind of uncleftish doings in weapons, and kernelish splitting gives us heat and bernstoneness. We hope to do likewise with togethermelting, which would yield an unhemmed wellspring of work for mankindish goodgain.
Soothly we live in mighty years!

You can read the whole thing here.



Sunday, July 19, 2020

Music for a Sunday night


We can't spare this man. He fights

I'll make it quick. If you remember how many times people said the Mocha Messiah would find a way to cheat and stay in office, this may have a tinge of irony, but, in an age of ballot harvesting and mail-in votes, the Left is truly afraid of Trump not going gently into that good night

This, when he says in an  interview, "You don’t know until you see. It depends”, has given the Left  the vapors.

And they should feel that way.

Nixon knew he'd been cheated, but allowed Jack Kennedy to steal the election.

Would there have been a Cuban Missile Crisis if Nixon was Prez?

Would we have gotten into 'Nam as deeply as we did?

Would we have been involved in all the foolish adventurism we were?

YMMV, but I don't think so.

Romney gave in although there was every reason to believe he'd been cheated and we got 4 more years of race hate, stagnation, Deep State, and scandal.

Dubya didn't and we lucked out Albert Gore, the Living Redwood, wasn't in charge on 9/11.

Trump says he mightn't quit if something's hokey.

I say Mr Lincoln would smile

A rare case where Victor Davis Hanson is wrong!






Did you read the latest from Victor Davis Hanson the superb commentator?  He states that "The NFL is on the Brink."


"Racial issues are often virtue-signaled in the NFL — but almost never in an honest way. New Orleans Saints quarterback Drew Brees recently objected to players not honoring the flag. But he quickly caved when a media mob damned him. In contrast, Philadelphia Eagles wide receiver DeSean Jackson posted a series of anti-Semitic tweets last week, even falsely attributing a quote to Adolf Hitler. That disconnect posed a bizarre question for the NFL: Is it worse for a player to be pro–American flag or anti-Semitic?
NFL owners and head coaches are almost all white. But nearly three-quarters of the players are black. Those who play the game obviously want to see more diversity in coaching and ownership.
In a culture so obsessed with identity politics, is it the players or the owners and coaches (or both) who do not “look like America”?

Given that about 13 percent of the U.S. population is black, and given that the Black Lives Matter movement embraces concepts such as proportional representation, today’s NFL teams hardly qualify as diverse. Social activists might argue that the league should mentor and recruit more Latinos, Asian Americans, and Native Americans to better reflect their percentages of our diverse national population.
Perhaps an NFL compromise could ensure that 30 percent of coaches and owners are nonwhite, thus reflecting current U.S. demography. But then, in reciprocity, the players would match such mandatory demographic diversity — leading to Native Americans, Latinos, Asians, whites, and those of mixed ancestry accounting for 87 percent of the player population. The NBA might also take note.'
I think that the estimable Dr. Hanson is incorrect. The NFL has Thelma and Lousied it over the cliff. They are long past the point of no return. They are not just Anti-American they are Anti-white. They have spit in the face of the majority of their fans. The league is full of felons and criminals who are indulged because of their animal athletic ability. The top New York Giant player was just arrested for armed robbery. Domestic violence is on the rap sheets of half of the league. Instead of weeding out the criminals the leauge endorses and encoruages them. 
I have given up on them long ago when the kneeling started. More and more Americans are waking up to their bias and hatred of us the majority of their fans. The momentum of what had gone before might carry on for a while still. But many of their former fans will no longer bring their kids into the realm of fandom.
This has happened before. At one time boxing, baseball and horse racing were the three biggest sports in America. When boxing became a black sport followed by a white fandom it declined a great deal and only certain spectacular champions brought a modicum of popularity. Now it is as dead as Murphy's dick. They make some money here and there but nothing like it used to be. This is footballs future.
Victor Davis Hanson is wrong. Football has already fallen into the abyss.

Saturday, July 18, 2020

Don't sit under the apple tree...

..., no seriously, apples are dropping like a Sir Isaac bonanza. This is my tenth summer here and by far this is the largest crop of apples this tree has ever produced.


This is the third yard cart load I have hauled out to the front yard. As an experiment I hauled out the first load a couple of days ago to see if the deer or groundhogs or whatever lives out there but stays out of my fenced in backyard would eat them. What do you know - they did. Now the first two loads are nearly gone. Well done, wildlife - enjoy the bounty.

Now we are having a thunderstorm. Work is done for the day.


Edit:

One of the things I have really disliked about this six month lockdown is the knowledge that there are people in my life I may never see again. One guy in particular was born in 1923, fought in WWII, and he and his wife have been great customers over the years. I have met their children and grandchildren and given the fact that he is 97 I figured the odds were good that I might not interact with him ever again. Then what do you know - I got an email from him this morning - he is doing great - having fun, enjoying life and still sharp as a tack. That is a ray of sunshine in what might otherwise be thought of as a dark time.


The storm moved on and we had a nice sunset.

Trust no one, trust no man, trust no woman, trust only steel

I know everybody is sick of Flu Manchu and my harping on it (Troop, if you're reconsidering your invite, I understand), but we've seen some interesting things happen the last week or so and it's time for a necessary recap.

OK, we all know deaths from this farce are dropping steadily, but states in the Occupied Zone are still locked down.

And now we have a spurt of "new" cases. Although the world still has to wear masks, unless you're a Lefty rioter in which case you have special dispensation from your state gauleiter or city commissar, none of this is not blamed on said rioters.

That would be racist, sexist, uninclusive, homophobic, and scary to all snowflakes.

TX has removed 3500 cases from its count because they counted anyone who had contact with someone who had tested positive as also positive. This cuts TX' number of new cases by 25 - 50%.

There's also those counted as positive simply because they test positive for the antibody, but not the disease.

Then, too, we have labs reporting 100% positive, a statistical impossibility much like the Philly precinct that reported 140% turnout.

And then there are the people IDed as positive simply because they signed up for the test, but didn't take it (line too long, etc.).

Now you know why The God Emperor of the Cherry Blossom Throne is rerouting data away from the CDC to one central source.

Also why they're finally (FINALLY!!!!) beginning to question Dr Fauci's ability and trustworthiness.

Now, if he'll just federalize the ARNG and let them go all Curtis LeMay on the rioters, I'll be happy.

A Rod must go...err...don't let him back in baseball


Noted schmuck and loser A Rod is in the news these trying to buy the Mets with that whore JLo. 

The players are not going to stand for it. You see now that A Rod is trying to be an owner he wants to institute a salary cap. Here is a guy who ripped off teams for over $400 million and was a loser through and through. He could never win a championship until he came to the Yankees and ride on Jeter's coattails Lots of players see through his bullshit. From the New York Post:

“I hope to god he’s shouted out of every clubhouse he attempts to enter in this and future seasons,” former 13-year pitcher Brandon McCarthy tweeted Thursday. “Call him a self-serving liar and make him explain himself to a room full of his former peers if he wants broadcast content.”

Everybody hates A Rod. The Mets deserve him because they are also an overrated disaster waiting to happen. A Rod is shopping for big money guys to front him to take over the team the way that Jeter did with the Marlins. He has a couple of fools but not enough scratch to get it done. It looks like the loser Mets are going for about two billion. That's right. Billion. So it is out of reach for him. 

Everybody should rejoice at that. Who needs to listen to his bullshit on a daily basis. 

Friday, July 17, 2020

Well done jokes, or παράπροσδοκία

I like thoughtful humor. Intelligent humor. Jokes that make you think.

When I was a youth I watched every Marx Brothers movie I could. I found Groucho's humor intelligent, irreverent and funny.

"I never forget a face, but in your case, I'll be glad to make an exception."

"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it."

"I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury."

"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside a dog it's too dark to read."

That last one is sometimes cited as a paraprosdokian, a joke that starts out one way and ends up another. Contrary to expectation or sometimes called "garden path" jokes - they use language that takes you one direction then suddenly reverses course. Once again, another Groucho example "Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana."

Stephen Wright tells jokes like that.

"It's a small world, but I wouldn't want to paint it."

"I hate when my foot falls asleep during the day because I know it will be up all night."

He also wrote a lot of absurdist jokes, which I like too.

"One day my girlfriend asked me, 'If you could know how and when you are going to die, would you want to know?' I said 'No." She said 'Okay, forget it'."

"I like to skate on the other side of the ice."

I have no idea what that one even means.

"I've written several children's books... not on purpose."

"I went to a place to eat. It said 'Breakfast any time.' So I ordered French toast during the Renaissance."

"I stayed up one night playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died."

There are also well known classics, the grandfather of which is probably Henny Youngman's "Take my wife, please." I understand that towards the end of his career he forgot the punchline and said "Take my wife, for example."

As I read over these again I sense there is a mean streak in many of these jokes. I guess that says something about me.

"Well, that covers a lot of ground. Say, you cover a lot of ground yourself. You better beat it - I hear they're going to tear you down and put up an office building where you're standing. If you can't get a taxi you can leave in a huff. If that's too soon, you can leave in a minute and a huff. You know you haven't stopped talking since I came here? You must have been vaccinated with a phonograph needle."

Mrs. Teasdale didn't stand a chance.

I have liked this song since I saw it in A Night at the Opera.

Never forget what Stephen Wright said, "If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving is not for you."

WKRLEM: Almost Cut My Hair





We all think we sound like the original but this is what we actually are in reality.

Reality sucks.

Phase Four my balls


I was really looking forward to a professional haircut. The wife did a pretty good job with the clippers but she constantly complained that my beard is scraggly. I started growing it during this bullshit quarantine and it goes all over the place. She likes the way the barber would trim my goatee so I was looking forward to him grooming my beard in the same way.

I get to the barbershop and he is sitting outside smoking a cigarette with no mask on. Now this asshole is a Russian and you think he would not kowtow to authority being a Russian Jew who fled oppression. Instead he puts on a mask and tells me that he can't trim my beard because it is against regulations.  I mean what the fuck. Who is going to see that inside his joint when there are no passerby's or anyone in the store. It was completely empty the whole time I was there. He had no business. The whole reason I went to him was to get my beard trimmed. Plus he raised his prices because he was sucking wind for money. Fuck you dude. I can get the same haircut at home for free.

The wife keeps complaining because she says I should be in the Civil War or something because of how my beard is growing out. That kind of scares me.


I figure if I stand around at Trader Joe's some moolie will try and tip me over.

WKRLEM: If you use my Goya Beans recipe just take my advice........Let One Go



I like to think I bring a certain level of sophistication to these proceedings.

Medium Rare Jokes



A bus full of Nuns falls of a cliff and they all die. They arrive at the gates of heaven and meet St. Peter. St. Peter says to them "Sisters, welcome to Heaven. In a moment I will let you all though the pearly gates, but before I may do that, I must ask each of you a single question. Please form a single-file line." And they do so. St. Peter turns to the first Nun in the line and asks her "Sister, have you ever touched a penis?" The Sister Responds "Well... there was this one time... that I kinda sorta... touched one with the tip of my pinky finger..." St. Peter says "Alright Sister, now dip the tip of your pinky finger in the Holy Water, and you may be admitted." and she did so. St. Peter now turns to the second nun and says "Sister, have you ever touched a penis?" "Well.... There was this one time... that I held one for a moment..." "Alright Sister, now just wash your hands in the Holy Water, and you may be admitted" and she does so. Now at this, there is a noise, a jostling in the line. It seems that one nun is trying to cut in front of another! St. Peter sees this and asks the Nun "Sister Susan, what is this? There is no rush!" Sister Susan responds "Well if I'm going to have to gargle this stuff, I'd rather do it before Sister Mary sticks her ass in it!"

If it's Goya it's got to be good.


I have used Goya products my entire life. Even the guineas knew that they had the best beans. Well except for the cannoli beans that Progresso made but otherwise Goya beans were the best and the cheapest. I also got on a kick for a while preparing their flavored rice packages which I had to stop because they weren't certified gluten free and organic. Still they are well worth you trying.

Here is a black bean dish I recently made. I sauteed minced garlic, diced onions and peppers. Then I added the contents of two cans of beans including the liquid in the cans which is very important. Add a cup of chicken stock and cook it down a little at least a half an hour while continuelly stirring.

Then severe over rice with a side protein. Here I served a fried chicken cutlet with melted mozzarella.

This is the perfect case of an elitist group of politically correct assholes trying to destroy a minority owned business because the owner doesn't want to stay on their plantation. It is very indicative of the change that is happening that the organization of bodegas in New York condemned this attack as Goya is the mainstay of the Hispanic table. Every beaner I know loves Goya and their houses are stuffed with their products. These morons are making a big mistake.

You know who is laughing all the way to the polls?

The God Emperor of the Cherry Blossom Throne.



Thursday, July 16, 2020

Rare Jokes 2: If You Want to Know What It's Like

Again, I've only ever heard two jokes of this type:

          If you want to know what it's like to be married, find a woman you
          don't like and buy her a house.
          (variant: "find a woman who doesn't like you.")
If you want to know what it's like to own a sailboat, stand in a cold
          shower with your clothes on, ripping up hundred-dollar bills.

There must be more of these -- the premise is so open-ended. But I haven't seen any.


Wednesday, July 15, 2020

As my mother told me...

Got the headline off Insty. He uses it for occasions like this.

I WAS TOLD THIS WAS ABOUT CONFEDERATE GENERALS: Vandals behead statue at Chattanooga Catholic church before Saturday Mass services.

My mother was born in late 1909 and saw the rise and fall of the resurgent KKK. She used to say there was a joke that the letters stood for Kikes, Katholics, and Koloreds.

And so it is again. By exactly the same crowd. They'll say it's about oppression, but who gets oppressed?

And, you'll be interested to know, the city of Asheville NC has voted "reparations" in the form of investments in housing, health care and career growth. Why does the face of Jessuh Jackson appear before me as I consider this?

For those who dare question this appropriation of their tax money, the answer is, "[Slavery] is this institution that serves as the starting point for the building of the strong economic floor for white America, while attempting to keep Blacks subordinate forever to its progress".

And my reading of history was the slave-holding South was stagnating while the industrial North and free West were growing.

It's going to be interesting to follow the money.

People have lost their damn minds

Talkin' to a guy. He was talking to his mother who said that she bought his dad one of those hooks you use to open doors.

"But aren't you just transferring the germs from the doorknob to the hook which you then put in your pocket?"

"The virus can't live on inanimate objects!"

"Like doorknobs?"

*silence*

Yesterday our governor announced that schools will be open, schools will be closed, schools will run on split schedules and schools will enforce social distancing.

Obligatory photo:


Tuesday, July 14, 2020

I think I am going to do a grilled cheese instead.

What do we make on a hot day in July?





My favorite soup of all time.



I make it every week in the winter.

I could eat.....


Have you ever been sitting around and someone says "You hungry?" You reply "I could eat."

Man could I eat. I love to eat. Piizza. Donuts. Streaks. Pasta. Meatball hero. Liverwurst and onions on a kasier roll. Pastrami on rye. Meat loaf. Sausage and peppers. Panale sandwiches. Roast beef sandwichs dipped in au juis. Veal parmigiana. Calzones. Burritos. Tacos. Perogies in sour cream. Tuna salad on a roll. Grilled cheese. Bacon. Scrambled eggs. Fritattas. Potatoes and eggs.  Veal stew. Irish stew.. Shepards pie. Bangers and mash. Irish breakfast. Rueben sandwichs. Egg rolls. Spring rolls. Kaiser rolls with butter. Pork fried dumplings. Low Mein. Beef with Broccoli. Phad Thai. Spam on toast with pineapple.  Dirty water dog with the works. Cheeseburger, cheeseburger, chips, Pepsi.

I can eat.

The problem is that with my dietary restrictions I have to watch every freaking thing I eat. I can't just go to the corner and have four slices and a couple of beers. Go to the pub for a corn beef sandwich and a pint. Even to the hot dog stand for a dirty water dog. Everything is limited. Constricted. Taboo.

Still and all it was fun while it lasted. If you don't have those restrictions please pig out and tell me about it. Tell me about what you love to eat. Or what you used to love to eat but can't eat anymore.

Because you know one thing.

 I could eat.

Vicariously.

Rare and Endangered Jokes

There's a peculiar sub-species of joke, of which I've only ever heard two examples. Its distinguishing characteristic is that the punchline must be sung, and to a particular tune. Here are the two:

1. Q: Where do the Lone Ranger and Tonto take their trash?
    A: To the dump, to the dump, to the dump dump dump!
    Tune: William Tell Overture

2. Q: What does the Pink Panther say when he steps on an ant?
    A: Dead ant . . . dead ant . . . dead ant, dead ant, dead ant . . .
    Tune: Pink Panther Theme

Are there any more like these?

Sadly, to get either of these requires knowledge of baby-boom-era popular culture, and early baby-boom-era at that. When the last boomers are gone, these jokes will be preserved in the Internet Museum; but they'll never be told in the wild again.


Monday, July 13, 2020

There they were, five parsecs out of Rigel 12


Today's sunset.

But all this talk about Star Trek reminded me of this:

Looks like the Fauci line is blocked

Fake news is wringing its hands over Dr Fauci. The man Fake News calls one of America's most respected public servants is finally being called out by the God Emperor of the Cherry Blossom Throne.

Let's think about the word respected. By whom? Not by the bulk of the American public.

By the Democrats, who've used this Deep Stater's word to keep 14 states under lockdown. By Fake News, who use his opinions to scare people possibly at risk. WHO loves him, so do the Red Chinese.

He's one of the heavy hitters pushing the lie we, not Red China going into its third (or is it fourth?) lockdown, have the worst body count and caseload in the world.

His Reign of Error has lasted 4 decades and, once the facts have caught up with him, he always backpedals. Consider his stance on masks, which he initially said weren't proven to be beneficial in everyday life and should be reserved for health care workers..

Fauci has contradicted Trump's false claims that the United States is leading the world in the coronavirus fight. He's also refuted the President's statement that 99% of Covid-19 cases are "totally harmless"

And Fake News justifies all this saying Fauci's positions have evolved with the science -- kind of like Lurch and his, "I voted for it before I voted against it".

Correlate the spike in cases with areas and most have come where the same Democrats still imposing lockdowns have allowed rioters to run wild.

No masks.

No social distancing.

Wotta coinkydink.

I have a feeling if Trump wanted to double the vote count he gets behind enemy lines, he'd retire the little schmuck.

The God Emperor knows best.

PS Rumor has it both Alito and Thomas may ask to be retied from SCUS so younger men can be put in their places.

Maybe we'll see 4 or 5 replacements on the Court in the next 4 years. Drive the Lefties nuts.

WKRLEM TV: Captain Oh My Captain!





You know what was weird?

He didn't drown any of them.

WRKLEM TV: Where are they ed? They are right here



These are the original babes of Star Trek.

It is missing a few of the newer hot ones like Troi and Seven of Nine but I like the originals.

They must all be about eighty now.

Sunday, July 12, 2020

Where are Kirk and Spock (not to mention Dr Mulhall, Lt Troi, Maj Kira, and all the other space babes) when you really need them?

This was inspired by Sixty's post and link to a piece in the Gray Lady about hidden galaxies. If I read the thing another 50 times, I may actually understand it.

I heard once in my undergrad days about how the universe was expanding and I wondered into what (one of my buds admired my "deep thoughts").

This is one of those intellectual toys where you just fool around with an idea to see where it goes.

I mean is there a void beyond the universe? Is that where Heaven is?

Stuff like that.

And where's Kelowitz? Or Riley?

We got us a comet goin' on

A friend took this picture this morning. It is comet Neowise, which I have not seen yet - missed it yesterday, slept in until after sunrise this morning, but at least someone was on the job:


For those of you who believe in celestial portents, make of that what you will.

War Stories

Back in the 80s, as a favor for a co-worker, I retyped a bunch of excerpts from the diary of an ancestor of his, who had been a private in a Pennsylvania regiment during the Civil War. I wasn't working from the original, but from some old typed transcriptions. These were fragile and falling apart, and he was worried about preserving the accounts. (Ironically, I retyped them onto 8-inch floppies, which would soon become more useless than the yellowed typescripts.)

It was fascinating, more fun than work. A grunt's-eye rather than a historian's-eye view of the war. One thing he was greatly concerned with was fortifications; apparently everywhere they stopped, even if only for a night, they spent hours putting up “breastworks." Julius Caesar would have been proud. Another big thing was water. Many, many entries about water. The water at So-And-So Creek was bad, and nine of the boys took sick. We're to bivouac at So-And-So Town tomorrow; they say the water there is good. And so on. A military maxim says: amateurs talk tactics, professionals talk logistics. Lower-ranked professionals, apparently, talked a lot about digging, and good water.

Anyway, two stories from the diary amused me so much that I still remember them.