Friday, January 29, 2021

The Babe Abides

"Here you go Babe. This is the new device that you use to stop your girlfriends from getting knocked up."

"It looks like a horse shoe keed."

"It is. Just insert it in your ladies cooter and it will block your man goo from giving her a baby.

"But it looks so big. Will it fit."

"Sure it will Babe. Everybody says Claire is the biggest cunt in New York."

"You got me there. Thanks kid. I owe you one,"
 

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

Panda Sex with Charles Bukowski plus sandwiches



 having the low down blues and going

into a restaurant to eat.
you sit at a table.
the waitress smiles at you.
she's dumpy. her ass is too big.
she radiates kindness and sympathy.
live with her 3 months and a man would no real agony.
o.k., you'll tip her 15 percent.
you order a turkey sandwich and a
beer.
the man at the table across from you
has watery blue eyes and
a head like an elephant.
at a table further down are 3 men
with very tiny heads
and long necks
like ostriches.
they talk loudly of land development.
why, you think, did I ever come
in here when I have the low-down
blues?
then the the waitress comes back with the sandwich
and she asks you if there will be anything
else?
and you tell her, no no, this will be
fine.
then somebody behind you laughs.
it's a cork laugh filled with sand and
broken glass.

you begin eating the sandwich.






it's something.
it's a minor, difficult,
sensible action
like composing a popular song
to make a 14-year old
weep.
you order another beer.
jesus, look at that guy
his hands hang down almost to his knees and he's
whistling.
well, time to get out.
pick up the bill.
tip.
go to the register.
pay.
pick up a toothpick.
go out the door.
your car is still there.
and there are 3 men with heads
and necks
like ostriches all getting into one
car.
they each have a toothpick and now
they are talking about women.
they drive away first
they drive away fast.
they're best i guess.
it's an unbearably hot day.
there's a first-stage smog alert.
all the birds and plants are dead
or dying.

you start the engine.

Feelin' Alright Take Two


That's right baby. Shake like a spastic retard.

You know he reminds me of Joe Biden.

And he has Kamala's hair.

Feelin' Alright : Take one


Hope youse guys are felling allright. Ah ha.

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

Road trip

 I have not driven further than 10 miles in years. Today I drove to the coast, 150 miles away, to an old town full of bears. It was a six hour round trip drive, I had to get a friend to let my dog out, I had to pack a lunch, had to purchase gasoline to complete the trip - and just why would I go to so much work just to drive over the fall line and down to the coastal plain? 

Well, I am frustrated by the direction this nation is taking and I am particularly disgusted by the number of communists in the county where I currently reside, so I decided to take a positive step and seek a nice place to live. What I found down along the cove was a town where people proudly drive around with Trump stickers on their cars and trucks, where nary a BLM sign could be seen (other than on the UU church where their religion is hatred of decency and goodness and they advertise their hatred outside their "church") and speaking of churches, the entire town was chock full of them - chock-a-block with churches all cheek on jowl with each other. Beautiful big old churches including the largest Christian Science church I have seen outside of Boston, and it's nice to see so many churches in such a small town.

This particular town is near many military installations, Marines, Air Force and so on, and to the extent that our military is still pro-American, so is this town. It is not a perfect town, far from it, but the political leanings of those who live there might suit me better. So I am thinking, planning, trying to figure out the logistics of a move, and will keep that on the back burner while I go about minding my business and living my life where I am.

Referring back to what Spinelli wrote earlier, my journey today took me through a town where my father was stationed during WWII, the big one. While his brother was killing Japs, island by island, my father was running a clap shack in Kinston, in the days when penicillin was brand new and scarce. How's that for a trip down memory lane, eh? "What did you do in the war, daddy?" "I looked up old girl friends!"

As you were...

After touring the town, seeing the sights, it was time to head home.


I saw this house. It is related to this bridge, which I used to visit when I lived in Maryland. Those who know, know.


Anyway, as I was driving home I saw a sign that read "Raleigh 72 Miles" and I thought "Hmm, that reminds me of a song." I turned on the radio, and as if by some sort of weird psychic connection, this song came on:


That was the song I was thinking of. That tickled me.

Panda Sex with Charles Bukowski

 



the words have come and gone,
I sit ill.
the phone rings, the cats sleep.
Linda vacuums up my soul.
I am wanting to live,
waiting to die.       

When, in the course of human events,

 it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume, among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That, to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That, whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government, laying its foundation on such principles, and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness.

But, when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object, evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security.

Back to breathe a little more fire. Check out HR-1, Pelosi Galore’s omnibus bill to legalize vote fraud

I love hearing all the “moderates” or whatever talking about ’22 and ’24.

Unless something is done, there is no ’22 and ’24. And the Rs that haven’t been bought (and probably a lot who have) are looking at political careers that end in 2, 4, or 6 years.

It’s either a fight, and, considering how the Demos treated the troops last week, we may be in better shape than anybody thinks or it’s a march on Rome type thing. I mean 5, 10 million people camped at the Capitol building with the National Guard (this time with loaded weapons) alongside them until we have truth and justice.

And that's just the good guys. Then there's all the "moderates" among the Demos who have been had. They voted for the doofus from Dover because they were told to, but were also told what a moderate he was (blacks remember '94). Now NM and the unions won't have all the Keystone jobs they were counting on, parents will have to worry about who's in the shower with their daughters, everybody will have higher taxes and the Lefties drooling over their 401(k)s. So some of them will start wanting to join forces. Just like the Reagan Democrats.

The lying dogfaced pony soldier started lower than Trump or the Mocha Messiah in the polls and has nowhere to go but down. He called a lid Saturday after 2 whole days on the job, so he's ready to fold already, but not after alienating a lot of the people who voted the way they were told and believed it was an honest count because Fake News said so. Which gives us Chlamydia (in more ways than one, although I don't think she'll last long, either).

They tried to turn some minor vandalism into the Reichstag fire (the murders are another issue). Now they want Hindenburg (the American people) to OK an emergency decree, but the panic just isn't there.

Pelosi Galore and Shi have grabbed the tail of the dragon with all this and I think they thought we’d all crawl away and cry like the Lefties did 4 years ago. We didn't. We got mad as Hell. We got mad enough to put a million people into DC twice in two months. And then the Antifa false flag blew up and 4 Trump supporters were murdered and now DC looks like Auschwitz.

Not what they thought would happen, I’m guessing.

I love what Troop said in one of his posts. 

Let's hope that our leader's return will be much more successful.

I suspect that it will.


The longer we go on with this farce, the worse it will get. While you may or may not believe the fiction only 87% of Rs believe the vote was stolen (try 99%), Fake News is saying even 43% of the Demos believe it, too (I'm betting a lot more than 43%, but they can't say most Demos), so we're looking at a window where people realize they've been under house arrest for a disease that's been hyped like the Black Death when even the CDC has admitted 6% of the deaths attributed were actually from it and WHO has admitted, yes, Vagina, 90% of those "cases" were in fact false positives for a fiull year, gas prices go up, jobs start disappearing, etc., and that is when people will start talking about rectifying the theft of their votes.

I don't think this country can survive without punishing those who stole our rights and our votes and, yes, I mean restoring Donald Trump to the Presidency.

In a riff on the insecurity of the last 2 Democrat vote thieves, he's started the Office of the Former President to go after the bad guys. 

I would have called it the Office of the Real President. 

Ashli Babbitt was murdered and so were the others. They all saw something and were eliminated.

The others who were murdered were Kevin Greeson, Rosanne Boyland, and Benjamin Phillips.

Monday, January 25, 2021

Say Her Name!


 Ashli Babbitt.

Say her name.

She was a vet. A small business owner. A protestor. Unarmed.

Shot down when she was peacefully protesting in the peoples house.

Where are the riots? The looted CVS? The district attorney suspending the cops who shot down an unarmed protestor?

I have been spending my free time posting her name in sites all over the internet.

Ashli Babbitt.

Say her name!

Whatever do you mean Miss Moneypenny

 


"Whatever do you mean Miss Moneypenny?"
"Well Commander Bond I said that this vast expanse of a desk is going to waste. Waste not want my old gaffer used to say."
"What ever would I want to do on this vast expanse Miss Moneypenny?"
"I could climb up on it and you could explore a much tighter space much more to your taste."
"Tighter Moneypenny? I think not."
"Unfortunately my old gaffer used to say that too."

They are always watching.....they are everywhere


 Everywhere I go the Karens and the informers are out trying to inform on us. To make us comply. To take away our basic human right to enjoy our lives.

Last week we had to get our car inspected. That is always an anxiety creating event as it is an old car and there are always something wrong with it that needs to be fixed. The joint we bring it to is about two miles from the house. There is only one silver lining. The coffee shop across the street.

This joint is tiny but was always packed It had three rows of tables in the small space where you basicly forced to share your lunch with someone else. It is always full of working men who come in from the garages or other businesses in the surrounding couple of blocks. 

With the new bullshit they only have three tables and four stools. We lucked out because it was between breakfast and lunch. As I sat down to enjoy my first cup of coffee....I looked over my shoulder...and saw Fredo in the Window.

I got a treat. My diet is very limited but the Boss let me have a Pastrami sandwich and fries. It was heaven.


Of course with any sin there is penance required. The Boss made me walk home to walk off the salt and nitrates. I thought I was gonna die. Luckily the chiropractor was on the way and I persuaded her to go in and get cracked so I had a short respite. Funny enough the guy knew the diner and wanted to meet us there for breakfast the next day when we picked up our car. Luckily it was ready that afternoon and we picked it up.

But we took a fucking Uber. No pastrami was involved.

Why do they have to put politics into everything?


 Politics has permeated every aspect of our lives. You can't even take the sun without some communist trying to tell you to stop and wear a mask.

What happened to America?

Friday, January 22, 2021

Whatever do you mean Miss Moneypenny?

 


"Take it out James."
"What do you mean Moneypenny?"
"Take it out and put it in my hand. I will show you what I can do with it."
"Why would I do that?"
"Well during the war I learned a lot of things."
"I bet you did."
"Yes quite. It was a hand to mouth existence. So to speak."
"I like how you think Moneypenny."

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

That reminded me

I watched "The Natural" years ago, barely remember it, that guy with the lumps on his face was in it, and the diabeetus oatmeal guy and so on, but as a woodturner and former bat maker I paid attention to "Wonderboy". A couple of years ago a coworker mentioned that a white oak in her back yard had been struck by lightning, and while talking to her I mentioned, jokingly, that perhaps a baseball bat should be turned out of that wood, as it contains magic.

What do you know, but she and daughter were big fans of "The Natural" and she said I could haul off all the white oak I wanted if, in return I made a child-sized bat like the one in the movie.

No problem, says I, I sawed a bunch of while oak bowl blanks, and after an appropriate amount of time I turned a baseball bat for her:


I borrowed a friend's pyrography tool and burned in the logo.


Baseball bats have been made out of ash for many years, but now that ash trees are going extinct due to the emerald ash borer, maple is become more common. The problem with hard maple is that it is brittle and the bats tend to shatter. Good thing baseball is going the way of horseracing and boxing, so that won't be an issue except in the DR.

On a side note, at the Baseball Hall of Fame one can see historic bats from the early days of the game and the variety of woods used when the players provided their own bats was impressive - oak, hickory, and, I think, elm and chestnut, and the style and weight of those bats are very different than modern bats.

But this is my favorite kind of bat - I saw one when I was in Australia:


Egad's you're back Moneypenny!

 


"Why once again you're back Moneypenny! After such a long absence. And I am glad to see it!"
"Yes I imagine you are Commander Bond. But there is one thing that you would like even more."
"And what would that be my dear?"
"Why my front of course!"
"Indeed Miss Moneypenny, indeed."

Et tu Mitch


You can never trust a Senator.

I just wish that the God Emperor had pardoned himself, his family and his closet aides. The enemy will take no prisoners. Once again he made a mistake listening to his advisors. 

Tuesday, January 19, 2021

Farewell my soldiers....France has fallen


Let's hope that our leaders return will be much more successful.

I suspect that it will.

WKRLEM: The Natural


In this scene from the film Roy Hobbs strikes out the Whammer who is an obvious stand in for the Babe. There are many legends of the Babe being struck out by this guy or that guy when he barnstormed across America to make money between baseball seasons. They are all bullshit. Don't get me wrong. They might have struck out the Babe buy he might have been drunk or hung over or his penis might have been burning because of his ninety seventh case of the clap that year. So they might have got him here or there but there is one thing that you can't ever forget.

There was only one Babe.

The story of the Natural was based on an actual case of the Eddie Waitkus who was shot by a deranged female fan on June 14, 1949. She lured him up to her hotel room by leaving a note pretending to be a high school girlfriend. He survived and played again for the Phillies and Orioles but he never was what he once was before he got shot. He later died of throat cancer from all the cigarettes he had smoked.

Bernard Malamud stole his life for the story behind the Natural. He never got a dime for it.

The Babe Abides


 "Hiya Keed. You got a good grip on the ball there. There is nothing I like more than a woman that likes to play with balls."

"Oh Mr. Ruth I am not that kind of girl."

"Common Keed. You are all the kind of girl. After you finish filming why don't you come up to my room. I will order a couple of dozen hot dogs and a gallon of gin and we can see what you can do with two balls instead of one. You look like a Natural."

Friday, January 15, 2021

On Real Beyond Imagination & Fifteen Shoes that Fit


Did you see this posted at Insty two days ago?   It was presented with this intro: 

JUST A LITTLE TOO MUCH ON THE NOSE TO BE FUNNY. Seen around the internet – it’s real, from a workplace mental health organization. I checked, because it was so on the nose that I thought it might be a clever fake. Save it before it’s inevitably purged, or definitions conveniently change.

On the nose indeed.  I received it as an explanation for the tiredness and overwhelm I've been feeling recently along with the growing sense of resolve that's been forming.  I grew up in this.  And I survived it, living long enough to figure out the game and find my way through and out.  With help I was able to enter into healthier ways of relating, and am now able to support and encourage others in their efforts to do the same.  

This is where we are at.   Or at least where I am, recalling what was, seeing what is, and committing once again to doing what's needed to come out on the other side, one more time.  I wish us all well on our journey through whatever lies ahead.

Thursday, January 14, 2021

What have I been doing?

Working, organizing, getting my finances straightened out, lightening my load, selling things, donating things, preparing, you know, the usual stuff.

I have been going through all my email accounts, deleting emails from folks I will never interact with again, going through all my social media accounts, deleting or greatly reducing them as there is no reason to have too much exposure online these days.

Also, I have been watching too much television. Saw Trooper's doppelganger in "Once Upon a Time in the West". I thought I had seen that movie before, but hoowee - I must have fallen asleep. That thing is nearly three hours long and being a Sergio Leone movie, it takes its time. There were parts of which I had no recollection. Anyway, I sort of made it through this time. Sure, I went running while it was on, fed the animals, cooked, cleaned, the usual, but when Claudia Cardinale's theme song came around I paid attention. I also rewatched all six seasons of Bosch and I remembered the banter between Crate and Barrel regarding her beauty. 

I also watched "The State of Music" which is a David Holt show that showcases acoustic musicians, and on one of them I saw a fellow named Jerron "Blind Boy" Paxton, a talented multi-instrumentalist from South Central who not only can play the heck out of a number of instruments, but he has a devilish sense of humor.

While talking to Holt he mentioned that while he went to a school for the blind, and can read braille, he is not totally blind. Asked about his nickname he said that "People ask why I use "Blind Boy" as that is offensive, so I tell them that "Legally Blind Boy" just doesn't have the same kind of ring to it". In any case, check out his work, he is something else.

I mentioned his name to a musician friend of mine and he said "I met him at a show!" My friend and his wife sell their products at various craft and music shows and at a bluegrass show a while back my friend was standing in his booth, Jerron walked in, they talked, and at one point, Mr. Paxton took out a harmonica, placed it in his mouth, and without using his hands, played "Dixie". My friend was amazed, and at the same time thought "What just happened here?"


I skip the talking parts of that video.

Whose that girl

We haven't heard from her for a while but for a while there she was America's sweetheart. Or at least the conservative worlds sweetheart.

She spent her college days eating rice but she didn't want see commies even if they were at her front door. Unfortunately she went full retard and it drove some homosexuals mad. 

Still she might be in line for a comeback.

Whose that girl
 

Small Businesses that didn't quite cut it

 


In 1947 traveling ice cream machine salesman came up with an idea. A coffee pot that could severve multiple cups at a time. He tried to market it but the American Diner owner was too conservative. He sold his pattern to some guy in Seattle who wanted to open a shop selling burned coffee, shitty muffins and Josh Groban CD's/.

This is the second big investment that old Tom lost out on. His fellow traveling salesman Ray Kroc tried to get him to invest in this little corporation called McDonalds.

He decided to stick with ice cream.

Trooper York's Word of the Day: Schroder's Cat


Schrö·ding·er's cat

/SHrōdiNGərz ˈkat,SHrā-/
noun
PHYSICS
  1. a cat imagined as being enclosed in a box with a radioactive source and a poison that will be released when the source (unpredictably) emits radiation, the cat being considered (according to quantum mechanics) to be simultaneously both dead and alive until the box is opened and the cat observed.
    "the talk promises to demystify all the secrets of quantum physics, including Schrödinger's cat, Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle, and parallel universe



Schroder's cat

Ann Romano's pussy

Wednesday, January 13, 2021

Let's all get in the car.....


We can get away.

The match is lit. The gasoline is around the bed.

It's gonna happen.

Look at what you made me do.......


When I was a kid most of us lived in apartments. You rented or you lived in grandma's house. We were just squeaking by on my Dad's paycheck. So we had to shut up and not make any noise and not get the landlord mad. You see we were paying $25 a month and we couldn't get tossed out. We might end up paying $50 a month or some shit like that there..

So I had to sit on my bed and not make any noise. No friends could come over. No loud TV or music. No loud arguments or running around the house. Sal the Plumber was a well know hot head and asshole. He was just looking for an excuse to bounce us.

It wasn't all bad. I started to read a lot. So much so that my parents got worried. I made my model planes and cars. Collected comic books and baseball cards. I was out all day with my friends on the streets were I learned a bunch about what life is all about.

But the anxiety and fear marked me. As it marks all of us. 

Now the government and big tech is acting like Sal the Plumber. They are evicting us. Throwing us off Twitter and Facebook and Instagram. Impeaching our President. Again.  They keep beating on us. Telling us it is all our fault.

Don't they know how this is going to turn out.

Haven't they ever seen a Farrah Fawcett movie?

America is Cobra Kai



I have been enjoying this little TV series called Cobra Kai. It is a sequal to the Karate Kid Movies. They had the bright idea to have the actual stars of the eighties classic movie reprise their roles. You remember. Cobra Kai were the bullies and little Karate Kid with the aid of a mysterious Jap gardener beat them down.  

Why do I say America is Cobra Kai. Well you see this show flips the script from the movie. The bad guy in the movie Johnny is the conservative figure. He calls his kids pussies and has no tolerance for the current fads and bullshit of political correctness. The Karate Kid guy is the liberal who is all about  kumbaya bullshit and was a hero in the first movie. This show makes Johnny the hero. He is the guy we  root for. A blue collar rough around the edges Trump deplorable. That's why I am enjoying this show.

The new series is pretty cool. Lots of eighties references that I love. Check it out

Nowhere to run to baby!



Mama M asked where everyone was in the comments the past few days. I know where I was.

I was copying most of my posts. I am not confident that they will not be wiped out by the Internet companies who are destroying free speech in America. They will hunt you down and report you to have your content banned. I advise anyone who posted something that told the truth to copy it before it is erased.

The patriots in America are like the Warriors from Coney. We are traveling and all the gangs are against us and trying to hunt us down. Not the Baseball Furies or the Lizzies. Instead it is the Fake news media, the professors in the colleges, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter. The animals in BLM. The communists in the Democratic party. Right now they are drunk with power and spiking the ball.

I share ed's optimism that we will win out in the end. Or at least secede from the government in a meaningful way. But it will take time.

In the meantime we have no where to run to. No where to hide. They are coming.

Sunday, January 10, 2021

It's started.

Like it or not, it's already begun.

Kyle Rittenhouse killed 2 men and wounded one more, albeit in self defense, after being set upon during a Lefty riot.

Fake News tells us 6 died during the whatever at the Capitol; this includes one cop who committed suicide yesterday. Supposedly, one of the other cops died at the station house, which brings it down to 4. 

We know Ashli Babbitt was murdered, but the circumstances of the other 2 civilians are still murky.

That civil war people are going on about has started. I think the more Pelosi Galore takes the bit in her teeth, the worse things get. Right now, she's running the government and it doesn't matter what happens next Wednesday, she'll still be calling the shots.

The lying dogfaced pony soldier and the Ho were no more than window dressing and will be for the near future.

One party rule and a looney, vindictive, alcoholic, corrupt old hag is the Red (literally) Queen.

Scott Rasmussen says 40% think the election was stolen. More like 80% and that probably doesn't include the Democrats, Whigs, and assorted Libertarians, NeverTrumpers and other salon Socialists and closet Communists who see themselves as running the country for the next 1000 years because of it.

Don't know how this all turns out, but I think it's gonna be a very bad scene. If the Left was scared to death Wednesday, they ain't seen nothin' yet.


There's something happening here
But what it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?
There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?
What a field day for the heat
A million people in the street
Singing songs and they carrying signs 
Mostly say, "Hooray for our side" 
It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
Step out of line, the men come and take you away
We better stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?

Thursday, January 7, 2021

Burn this whole town down



I don't care about momma's house.

One More Point

(Oh, no, not another lost lunch hour)

The Lefties are crowing that, if they hound Trump to his grave, the ideas he espoused will die with him.

This is what they never get. If you look at all the Commie totalitarians, they all had to develop a cult of the personality. "L'etat, c'est moi", as Louis XIV put it. The Fascisti had to do it , too - Fuhrer, Duce, Caudillo. As I said yesterday, they've been doing it for 2000 years.

As one Hollyweirdo once put it, "We're just waiting for someone we can fall in love with".

Donald Trump is a colorful character and knew how to expose the enemies of this country, but it was his message and the fact he kept his promises that made us love him.

The idea is the same, from Ronald Reagan to Sarah Palin to Donald Trump, America. Freedom. The idea Americans bend their knee to no man.

It's why we get stronger all the time. The Lefties think it's all in the packaging and finding the next celebrity politician. Apparently, they know the ideas don't work.

We know the American idea does. We saw them work for 4 years and, if you're old enough, we saw them work under a guy named Reagan, and earlier, Eisenhower.

That's why, I think, we will win. Their ideas don't work. Ours do.

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

Well, here we are.

This will offend some and please others, I'm sure. I held off saying anything until we heard and saw more.

The complete betrayal of the American people, it's Constitution, its laws, and the freedoms for which so many sacrificed so much is obvious. The people can only trust only themselves.

The courts are dead. Congress is dead. Many states are under tyrannical rule in violation of the Constitution and its inalienable rights. This will get worse before it gets better.

Even some on Trump's cabinet, it's rumored, are planning a 25th Amendment presentation to Congress. We'll see about that one. Some say there were a million people in DC today. The idiots want 5 million by the weekend, I can't think of a better way to do it (after all, we're all sick of lockdown, right?). As many have noted, Trump always showed the world his enemies' true colors.

The Left got where it is by violence since 1966, not to mention vote fraud, corruption, blackmail, defamation, and every other low ruse imaginable.

The Bowser responsible for the shooting death of the young woman doubtless wants to be a wheel in her party. I think she'll go nowhere because she created a martyr and martyrs are always bad news for tyrants since somebody thought it would be a swell idea to hang one from a cross because it would kill his movement.

To quote Winnie Churchill at the conclusion of the North African campaign, "Now this was not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning". I don't think it ends here any more than it did when they ran Sarah Palin from public life or when they belittled Ronald Reagan.

This where we resist in every way we can. Don't refer to Joe and the Ho as anything having to do with the Presidency. Show no respect for Congress or the Judiciary. Show no respect and resist in every way you can the harassments visited on us by the Feds. Do anything you can to fight the arbitrary breach of our rights in your state, even if it's refusing to wear a mask (only 2 people in my world wear a mask - the Lone Ranger and Zorro) when you go to the bathroom in a restaurant. 

The Lefties are talking political re-education camps and I don't doubt they mean it. Frankly, I think the young woman killed today is only the first. Kyle Rittenhouse shot in self-defense. Capitol cops shot a woman because she was wrapped in an American flag on the floor of the Senate (and remind people of all the Code Pink and other Lefties invading the Senate).

We have a demented fool who has a grudge against all the smart guys who looked down on him all his life coming into the White House unless there's a miracle. And, after him, a fake everything who's a bigger fool than he is, so it's going to get ugly, I think.

Not exactly Edmund Burke or Heinrich Heine. As you can tell, I've had a lot to chew today. 

A couple of things to remember. Those people inside the Capitol (our guys) had every right to be there. That whole or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances thingy. The Bowser who runs DC wanted trouble. She got it. I think the Reds will find a quiet place for her like they did for Philby (if she's lucky).

This happened because, at every turn, corrupt politicians and equally corrupt others who support them denied the people their right to redress of grievances. I saw an old political cartoon about how the Southern Pacific Railroad dictated the economies of the southwestern states along their route (next time they run the pilot for The Big Valley, give it a watch; it's a lot more real than you think) and was captioned, "When Will This Ass Kick?". You saw the first one today. I think more will be coming.

The Lefties tried to bury the story of a stolen election. Now they can't avoid it. The pollsters tell us 40% think the election was stolen. That's going to go way up, assuming it's true (do you?).

It took 800 years for Spain to rid itself of the Moslems. This may not be as long, but it will surely try men's souls.

The NeverTrumpers aren't as happy as you'd think tonight. The trolls are out, but it's mostly trying to convince Trumplicans they lost today. We didn't. They did.

And, hey, that vid where Trump was asked if he'd leave if he lost has not been disowned by him. Be cool if he stayed.

There's a great piece by the Eminent Mr Surber on the day's doings that may give you a lift.

I've done a lot of commenting today, which I'm sure puts me right at the top of somebody's re-education camp list, and, if I disappear into the night and fog, think well of me.

People will do what people do.


What's the problem
'
They have insurance.

Burn Baby Burn

It’s time to burn it all down!

Turn out the lights, the party's over

Tuesday, January 5, 2021

The Love Boat


 "Why won't you come up with me to the Lido Deck? We can play a game. I am the foremost game show host in America. We can play the Match Genitals Game or Win Lose or Suck. It will be groovy baby."

"I am sorry Bert but I am in love with Ricardo and he is going to whip my later with his riding crop made of rich Corinthian leather."

"Oh yeah well later for you bitch. You were the sixth best Charlie's Angel and the fiftieth best Bond Girl. You are so stupid you probably won't even known when you are dead. I am going to look for Betty White. She always puts out."

Stop staring at my tits

 

"Look stop staring at my tits!"
"My eyes are up here!"
"Cut that shit out."
"Screw it. I am taking my mattress and I am leaving. Asshole!"

Sunday, January 3, 2021

On Clearing Out, Holding On, and Moving Ahead

 Last night I opened one of the last of the unpacked boxes from our move in 2018. It was filled with books previously boxed and stored in the basement of the old house since the late 90's.  At that time, I hadn’t known what to do with them; and I still don’t, which is why they and the U-Haul box containing the Minolta slide projector with carousel trays and cartons of slides from my mom's house are among the last of the moved items to be addressed. 

Truth be told, I’ve been feeling the proverbial ball in my own life dropping and have recently taken to watching episodes of “Hoarders” for the motivation needed to focus on the release of more unused and unneeded items from our life and home.  Just after the election, we received the sad news of the death of a 62 year old sister of a sister-in-law after learning she'd been two weeks on a ventilator in ICU fighting Covid.  Since then, my awareness of the deep loss her family is experiencing has been running alongside my own fear of departing in a similar manner.  And that's started me down the track of considering what else I might want or need to address before slowly shuffling off or suddenly taking leave.

The opened box held my collection of the twenty-one Travis McGee mystery-suspense novels (mostly in paperback) written by J.D MacDonald, along with other favorite books from that era.  With them was the black-edged January 1987 Memorial edition of JDM Bibliophile Number 39, and an attached clipping from the Dec 30,1986, Detroit Free Press entitled, “Gumshoe McGee Made Millions for MacDonald”, in which the death of MacDonald on Dec 28,1986, was announced in print.  The books, the magazine and the clipping had all yellowed with age.  The magazine content appeared to have been put together on a manual typewriter and copied.  And the following, on page 5, submitted by Jim Fuller, from an article in the Jan 25,1987 edition of the Minneapolis STAR and TRIBUNE, revealed an style of writing and thought that’s also changed over the years to the point of passing away.   

It is, truth to tell, a rather selfish thing that I and the rest of the MacDonald fans feel.  His death means we won’t be able to lose ourselves in new Travis McGee adventures; we won’t have the pleasure of seeing ourselves in a new Travis McGee adventure; we won’t have the pleasure of seeing how advancing age and maturity changes McGee, even as it changes us.  Worse, we won’t have the pleasure of anticipating the next book.  It is saddening to think that we can’t pause every now and then and count the months since the last McGee appeared, calculate the probable time until the next is available. 

We read the other books--there were 77 of them by the most common count--but it is McGee and his brilliant, sympathetic friend Meyer who commanded our attention and loyalty. There are 21 McGee books.

McGee:  A man who took his “retirement” in pieces, who lived on a houseboat won in a poker game, who got involved in wild and dangerous situations and frequently got hurt but was never put down for the count.  He got involved with women, but he was not a rake; the women he bedded were women he respected and cared for, and they were as intelligent, and most were as strong at the core, as McGee.  He was a profoundly loyal man.  He also felt and accepted the sadness that comes to people who care deeply about nature and good people and odd concepts such as honor and honesty and trust.  He watched the world go awry and did what he could about it, knowing that what he could do was too little to make much difference.  The sadness grew as he aged and matured, and he did both. 

There was much in McGee with which a man could identify--and a woman too, judging by the number of women fans I know.  But, of course, he was better than we are, as heroes must be.  He was stronger, always in better physical shape (though admitting it got harder and harder to stay that way), always tougher and more clever without being too tough or too clever to be liked.  He, too,, was bewildered sometimes, and he had the good sense to envy truly successful marriages and some aspects of the stable family life.  Better yet, he took on the real bastards of this world--the ones we really all detest.  He cut down the arrogant and pompous men of power, the men who perpetrate crimes against nature and humanity under the cover of legitimate business and economic “progress”. 

MacDonald attended three of the country’s most highly reputed business schools and acquired a Harvard MBA.  He spoke through McGee and Meyer, with great authority about the scams created by icy people in grey pinstriped suits.  

We could identify with his concerns and his feelings, his loves and his hatreds.  We could for the hours we spent with his books, live his adventures--adventures we’ll not have ourselves.  And we could take pleasure in the pure craftsmanship with which the stories were told. 

John D. MacDonald was not just a writer of good yarns.  He was not just a spokesman for those of us who are angered and saddened by the way the world is run.  He was just one fine writer. 

I may just hang onto them a while longer.  And let someone else decide their next move. 

Saturday, January 2, 2021

I heard a different version of this...

... while rewatching a television series. I recognized the tune, which was written by Antonin Dvorak, one of my favorite composers:


I hope everyone's new year is going well so far.

Friday, January 1, 2021

Happy New Year's Day


Yeah
All is quiet on New Year's Day
A world in white gets underway
I want to be with you
Be with you, night and day
Nothing changes on New Year's Day
On New Year's Day
I will be with you again
I will be with you again
Under a blood red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white
Arms entwined, the chosen few
The newspapers says, says
Say it's true, it's true
And we can break through
Though torn in two
We can be one
I, I will begin again
I, I will begin again

A movie to watch tonight......Feast Of The Seven Fishes


A little late but the perfect holiday movie. It was a real nostalgia trip for me. It's all about an Italian family preparing the Feast of the Seven Fishes. They were workers in the coal mines in Penns but it is just like the longshoreman in Brooklyn. It hits all the right notes.

Check it out I know you will like it.