Sunday, January 30, 2022

On a Sense of Anger & the World Wound Up Like a Huge Spring

 From Richard Fernandez, On the Post Pandemic World:

 "In the aftermath of the pandemic, hard questions will be asked about the origins of the virus, the integrity of the social media censors, the ‘snail speed’ at which the administration pursued anti-COVID therapies, and the future of all the controls promulgated in the name of necessity. And what people learn may not exactly please them. David Brooks, writing in the NYT, notices a sour mood abroad in the land and wonders why the public is so surly." 

(Fernandez quoting Brooks from the NYT article) “I couldn’t figure it out. Why would Americans be driving so much more recklessly during the pandemic? ...a Substack article from Matthew Yglesias hit my inbox this week. It was titled, “All Kinds of Bad Behavior Is on the Rise.” Not only is reckless driving on the rise, Yglesias pointed out, but the number of altercations on airplanes has exploded, the murder rate is surging in cities, drug overdoses are increasing, Americans are drinking more, nurses say patients are getting more abusive, and so on and so on. … Teachers are facing a rising tide of disruptive behavior. … What the hell is going on? The short answer: I don’t know. I also don’t know what’s causing the high rates of depression, suicide and loneliness that dogged Americans even before the pandemic and that are the sad flip side of all the hostility and recklessness I’ve just described." (end of Brook's quote)

"Maybe David Brooks doesn’t know the cause of the anger he senses, but we’re about to find out. The pandemic wound up the world like a huge spring and it threatens to snap back with as yet incalculable results. The next few years will be full of surprises, not more of the same."


Wassily Kandinsky - Free Curve to the Point - Sound of Geometric Curves (1925)

Saturday, January 29, 2022

On Shift Happening, Truth, Other Sources & Pointed Observations on Digging In and Digging Out


From Walter Kirn's July 16, 2021 article entitled, "The Bullshit--Digging out" on his substack, Unbound, accompanied by the yellow digging illustration above:

"Every morning, there it is, waiting for me on my phone. The bullshit. It resembles, in its use of phrases such as “knowledgeable sources” and “experts differ,” what I used to think of as the news, but it isn’t the news and it hasn’t been for ages. It consists of its decomposed remains in a news-shaped coffin. It does impart information, strictly speaking, but not always information about our world. Or not good information, because it’s so often wrong, particularly on matters of great import and invariably to the advantage of the same interests, which suggests it should be presumed wrong as a rule...

One option, more popular each day, is to retreat to the anti-bullshit universe of alternative media sources. These are the podcasts, videos, Twitter threads, newsletters, and Facebook pages that regularly vanish from circulation for violating “community standards” and other ineffable codes of conduct, oft-times after failing “fact-checks” by the friendly people at Good Thoughtkeeping. Some of these rebel outfits are engrossing, some dull and churchy, many quite bizarre, and some, despite small staffs and tiny budgets, remarkably good and getting better. Some are Substack pages owned by writers who severed ties with established publications, drawing charges of being Russian agents, crypto-anarchists, or free-speech “absolutists.” I won’t bother to give a list. Readers who hunt and choose among such sources have their own lists, which they fiercely curate, loudly pushing their favorites on the world while accusing those they disagree with of being “controlled opposition” and running cons. It resembles the old punk-rock scene, but after it was discovered, not early on. Some of the upstart outlets earn serious money, garnering higher ratings and more page-views than the regime-approved brands Apple features on the News screen of my iPhone. (A screen I’ve disabled and don’t miss.) This wilderness of “contrarianism” – a designation easily earned these days; you merely have to mention Orwell or reside in Florida -- requires a measure of vigilance and effort from those who seek the truth there. As opposed to those who go there to relax, because they prefer alt-bullshit to mainstream bullshit. They can just kick their shoes off and wade in. "

He ends the article recalling a conversation he had with his dying dad about who might have killed JFK, with his dad concluding "All I know is we didn’t get the truth.”  Kirn follows that up with, "I’m fairly sure we often don’t. Still, it’s hard to give up hope, and today I blew half an hour on the bullshit, under which the truth lies buried. Maybe. Maybe it’s bullshit the whole way down. How much time do you have for finding out?

Less than you had this morning.


An American man don’t need you around anyhow!


Let It Snow!

Because  what the hell can you do about it?

Friday, January 28, 2022

Funny How the Deep State Isn't

This will probably win me no friends, but I think it's worth airing.

Mama has taken note of Substack, so I think at least one pair of eyes will taker a gander.

Here's the story, including a lot of stuff that's only previously come to light, of how 4 Americans were murdered by their own government. Included is how Ashli Babbitt tried to stop some Lefty from breaking windows inside the Capitol, including giving him a well-deserved, doubtless long overdue smack in the head.

This was our Bloody Sunday. There's a lot of Satyagraha going on here, in Canada, Australia, and across Europe. We're getting close to the edge.

Thursday, January 27, 2022

On Sometimes Feeling Like a Nut, and Knowing It When You See it; More on Craziness and MFP

With today designated by The Other McCain as “Blog About MFP Day”, here’s a link to the clearest description I’ve found online to date, an opinion piece written by Heidi Wetzler entitled, How Have We Gotten Here? Mass Formation Psychosis Explained”.

I join her in acknowledging the sense of craziness that’s come up for me in my attempts to determine what is real and reconcile the convoluted information, dishonest explanations, and nonsensical gov't dictates surrounding our national response to the Covid threat, and even further out, the global response to it. 

 Wetzler says, I drive myself crazy trying to find logical reasons why the masses whole-heartedly accept everything that Dr Fauci or other national and global health officials proclaim.  The announcements can change with the wind, lack data to support, openly contradict what was said the day before, or include outright lies, but as long as they are echoed and supported in the mainstream media, they are believed as truth.  This is the result of mass formation psychosis."

She lists the four contributing factors as:

Lack of societal bonding

Majority of people viewing their lives as being without purpose or meaning

Free floating anxiety

High levels of frustration and aggression

With the fears, beliefs and controversies surrounding the virus, the vaccinations, and the mandates, “society has been given somewhere to place their anxiety, community has been formed around a seemingly heroic struggle against a common goal” and fighting the virus has given purpose to rudderless lives, providing a focus and a global connection “where there once was a void”.

This psychological phenomenon explains why so many have bought into a clearly illogical narrative, and why they are willing to participate in the prescribed strategy--”even when it’s utterly absurd,  The reason they buy into the narrative is because it leads to this new social bond, Desmet explains, Science, logic and correctness have nothing to do with it.  Humans crave community and long for social bonds…This group of people is deathly concerned with living outside the fold…It is absolutely stunning to me, the lack of questions being asked.

What will break this trance?  The answer at this point is personal loss.  Each one will need to be personally affected by a vaccine/booster injury, or a loss of freedom they care about, or a loss of livelihood, in order to begin to turn the tide. "

 Can this country be saved from the destruction that awaits those who give in to a totalitarian approach?  I hope so.  As long as we don’t keep turning to bread and circuses to comfort, entertain, and numb ourselves into overlooking or accepting falsehoods and manipulations designed to control rather than empower. 

The scene I most appreciate in the movie Apollo 13, shows Gene Krantz, cutting through the BS, confusion, personal opinions, corporate concerns and defenses swirling about in the room around him, to bluntly lay out the reality of the situation with the statement, Well, unfortunately we’re not landing on the moon are we?  I don’t care what anything was designed to do. I care about what it can do.  Let’s get to work. Let’s lay it out Ok?"  With that he proceeds to invite a divided crew to come together, focus,  look for and come up with real, life saving information and solutions.   I continue to hope for and believe someone committed to Common Sense and willing to speak with the Voice of Reason will eventually rise up and be heard as we figure out the path forward.  In the meantime, personally engaging in an ongoing commitment to reality at all costs seems like a good place to start.  


Wednesday, January 26, 2022

Tuesday, January 25, 2022

On Banana Republics, and Flickers of Truth & Levity



As flicked by ampersand

On a Girl and her Dad; a Woman and a Man She Loves

From a link at another blog, the video below, showcasing a woman and a man she loves singing together, reflecting balance and the ability of an adult woman to retain and reveal girlish essence.  Beautifully and invitingly done.  Whether she's milk-fed or Pink matters not a wink.  What comes through is a lovely vitality and bond that's a wonder to see and hear, regardless of the political opinions held or expressed.  

On The Right to Bear Memes

 Welcome to Opposite World. 

Monday, January 24, 2022

The Babe Abides!


“Hey Fadda long time no see.”
“I have been reading about your exploits George. I am very disappointed.”
“See! Nothings changed.”

I was told there would be no Dylan, poetry


In my craft or sullen art 

Exercised in the still night 
When only the moon rages 
And the lovers lie abed 
With all their griefs in their arms 
I labour by singing light 
Not for ambition or bread 
Or the strut and trade of charms 
On the ivory stages 
But for the common wages 
Of their most milk fed heart. 

Not for the proud man apart 
From the raging moon I write 
On these spindrift pages 
Nor for the towering dead 
With their nightingales and psalms 
But for the morons, their arms 
Round the griefs of the ages, 
Who pay no praise or wages 
Nor heed my craft as art

On Dictation and More Dylan

Straight from the old horse's mouth, or the other end, depending on point of view, covering whinnying, whining, exaggerations, differing opinions, and fresh steaming piles of manure.  With the manure coming through as smelly but useful for the fertilization and enhancement of fruitfulness and creative growth.  Everyone's got something to offer, from good old boys to good old Bob, Cleopatra to Michael Yon. 

"...When that steamboat whistle blows

I'm gonna give you all I got to give

And I do hope you receive it well
Depending on the way you feel that you live
Dear Landlord
Please, heed these words that I speak
I know you've suffered much
But in this you are not so unique
All of us, at times, we might work too hard
To have it too fast and too much
And anyone can fill his life up
With things he can see but he just cannot touch
Dear Landlord
Please, don't dismiss my case
I'm not about to argue
I'm not about to move to no other place
Now, each of us has his own special gift
And you know this was meant to be true
And if you don't underestimate me
I won't underestimate you"

PS.  About  making Thursday "Everybody Blog About Mass Formation Psychosis Day", this blog is way ahead of the curve, thanks to Michael Yon's link presented here back at the end of November.   Yon also continues to predict famine down the road, with what's showing up now in regard to supply and production, here in the US and world wide, being the tip of the iceberg.  He may be prescient there too, who knows?

Take A Letter Maria

Sunday, January 23, 2022

On Stacks and Stacks of Letters

While blog posts and their accompanying comments are where I’ve been finding the links that have been taking me to Substack,  Substack’s the place where I’ve recently been finding the information and honesty I’ve longed for and needed to make my own health decisions and process the incoherent Covid narrative pushed by the MSM.  A place where Common Sense breaks through and the Voice of Reason has the freedom to stand and speak. Those who chose to go there to write and read are accorded an opportunity to regard a subject from multiple angles.

Today my attention was brought to an extensive compilation of reader reports involving Covid-19 posted at Eugyppius: A Plague Chronical, on Substack under the heading, What convinced you containment was a scam.  Reading through them brought on a sense of relief and release, in the form of a felt, thought and spoken, “Yes and AMEN!”   Followed by a wave of gratitude for the forum and the connections that linked me to a place where Stacks and Stacks of Letters, Observations, Questions, Doubts, Concerns, Data, and Personal Stories about the Virus and the Vaccine were still allowed to be openly and honestly expressed and received.    

The link:

And this eugyppius tweet: 

"Note that the mandates and the coercion are not accompanied by a greater transparency, a new eagerness for responsibility, a deeper commitment to honesty and openness.

Rather the opposite: A relentless opacity, a refusal to accept liability, lies and dissimulations everywhere."

With a 1958 nostalgic tip of the hat to Perry, recalling the stacks and stacks of letters that fluttered into his studio back then, delivered by...wait for it...Mailgirls!    How fun is that!!


Saturday, January 22, 2022

On a Pair of Old Boys, a Helping of Meatloaf, Circles in a Circle, and Other Points of Intersection

This week, the book, Concerning the Spiritual in Art, written by artist Wassily Kandinsky and translated by another from German into English in 1914, turned up at my door. As did an opportunity to view and listen to, through my online door, the current video making the rounds of another artist, Jordan Peterson, delivering an impassioned and forthright resignation speech, after deciding to leave a job he loved and the position of influence he held at the University of Toronto since 1998.    . 

While Kandinsky’s skill with the use of line and color comes through as sharper and clearer than his handling of the written word, due (as his translator noted) to his “tendency to verbosity” with that medium; Peterson’s skill with words, his written and verbal delivery, along with his ability to integrate and hold structure and strong emotion in balance, came through as clear, succinct and sincere.  In the two very different styles of expression presented (with 100 years in between) what showed up were two distinct pictures for the observer to see and consider.  Who knew what both had to share would also fit together and accompany what’s been turning up with regard to Meatloaf, who walked through and out a different door this week?  Shared perceptions regarding his life, his music, his ability to express emotion, and musically and poetically convey and  invite connection, unexpectedly added another picture to this week’s wall of work created and attended to by Old Boys.  

From Kandinsky, this take on things in all his translated verbosity, with the fun of "one of the mightiest elements" referred to as a “she”, no feminist leanings or political correctness attached:  

"…The other art, that which is capable of educating further, springs equally from contemporary feeling, but is at the same time not only echo and mirror of it, but also has a deep and powerful prophetic strength.

The spiritual life, to which art belongs and of which she is one of the mightiest elements is a complicated but definite and easily definable movement forwards and upwards.  This movement is the movement of experience.  It may take different form, but it holds at bottom to the same inner thought and purpose. 

Veiled in obscurity are the causes of this need to move ever upwards and forwards, by sweat of the brow, through sufferings and fears.  When one stage has been accomplished, and many evil stones cleared from the road, some unseen and wicked hand scatters new obstacles in the way, so that the path often seems blocked and totally obliterated.  But there never fails to come to the rescue some human being, like ourselves in everything except that he has in him a secret power of vision. 

He sees and points the way. The power to do this he would sometimes fain lay aside, for it is a bitter cross to bear.  But he cannot do so.  Scorned and hated, he drags after him over the stones the heavy chariot of a divided humanity, ever forward and upwards. 

Often, many years after his body has vanished from the earth, men try by every means to recreate this body in marble, iron, bronze or stone, on an enormous scale.  As if there were any intrinsic value to the bodily existence of such divine martyrs and servants of humanity, who despised the flesh and lived only for the spirit!  But at least such setting up of marble is proof that a great number of men have reached the point where once the being they would now honour, stood alone." 

And from Peterson’s close, with his own body of work and extensive influence already standing in place, this admonition and prophecy:

"Musicians, artists, writers: stop bending your sacred and meritorious art to the demands of the propagandists before you fatally betray the spirit of your own intuition. Stop censoring your thought. Stop saying you will hire for your orchestral and theatrical productions for any reason other than talent and excellence. That’s all you have. That’s all any of us have.

He who sows the wind will reap the whirlwind. And the wind is rising."

Followed by this observation on Meatloaf, as referenced in the previous post:

"No other experience is like listening to Bat Out of Hell. Every comparison of Meat Loaf to other artists is lacking. Nobody does what he does. The closest comparison is probably to a Broadway musical (and indeed, there is now a musical based on this album), but that doesn’t do justice to Meat Loaf’s earnestness; actors in a musical are acting, and Meat Loaf is proselytizing. Listening to Bat Out of Hell means sitting in the front pew and absorbing the spirit with every inhalation."

What do all three of these Old Boys share in common and what makes them stand out as distinct? Worth listening to? Regarding? Taking into consideration? Valuing? What appears to have moved or motivated them to engage as they did within the circle of life?  What moves or motivates you in the chaos or order of things?  

*Painting pictured by Kandinsky, entitled Circles in a Circle, 1923  

Friday, January 21, 2022

Meat Loaf - I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That) (Official Mus...

RIP Big Guy!

I have his “Bat Out of Hell” in every format. Vinyl, cassette and CD.

One of the greatest albums of all time.

introducing Yvonne Craig as Batgirl

This is how you do it!

Thursday, January 20, 2022

Holy wokeness Batgirl!

Do you remember Batgirl? The delightful milk fed Yvonne Craig.  A nubile and sweet example of the American woman circa 1965. She was a part time player on the Batman TV show which as you were a camped-up version of the DC Comic. A corny as it was it is still a big part of the cultural zeitgeist to this very day.

Now it is 2022 and this is the new Batgirl. Actually, Batwoman since you are not allowed to call anyone a girl anymore for some fucking reason:

She is a Black lesbian as part of the continuing movement to replace all white superheroes with women. Or gays. Or gay women. Or trans theys or thems or whatever the fuck. This CW TV show is famous for two things. The hatred of the comic book fans and the extremely low ratings. The worst ratings for all of the Superhero shows on the CW by far. This is endemic in the comic book and movie industry. They are constantly swapping the race and gender of characters to empower women or the poor discriminated against POC's that are suffering like they were still on a plantation somewhere. The net result of which is lower ratings and diminishing box office. As the saying goes "Get woke go broke." Except that really isn't true. The momentum of these giant corporations like Disney and Amazon and Netflicks and the NFL are such that they can shove these knats off and continue on their politically correct way while destroying our memory of the source material be it books or comic books or even older movies and TV shows.

I know Mama M thinks I should get over it. That complaining about it is not useful and it seems like it is the only thing I do these days. I don't care. I don't want to try to amuse myself with something else. Too many of us do that. I try to not support these venal corporations as best I can. In the meantime, I can at least point out things for us to avoid if it is all possible.

Which brings me to the point of this diatribe. 

You have heard me talk about Robert B. Parker and his greatest creation Spenser. The subject of 51 books, several TV movies, a feature film and a couple of TV series, this series was the epitome of hardboiled detective fiction. It put Parker on the Mount Rushmore of mystery writers with Elmore Leonard and Lawrence Block. When Parker passed away, they brought this guy Ace Atkins on to continue the series. 

The first couple of books were Ok. Nothing to write home about but somewhat enjoyable. A workman like effort that many writers could have done. He simply copied Parker's style. Hell, even a talentless hack like me can cobble together some halfway decent pastiches of his work. However, with the last book that was issued yesterday he screwed the Pooch. 

The plot of the story is that Spenser is hired to guard a congresswoman who is a doppelganger of AOC. Ultra-liberal communist bitch who is being threatened by the nonexistent white supremacist right wing gangs that are the staple of every movie, book and TV show these days. It is the worst kind of virtue signaling bullshit that ever polluted the memory of a great writer. I mean I bet Elmore Leonard was a lot more liberal than me, but I never knew it from reading his books. If this ass wipe wrote a new Raylan Givens novel, he would be joining Antifa and putting away his six shooter for a bowl of tofu.

It is a betrayal of Parker's vision. Spenser was a cynical wiseass, and he would have recognized the hypocritical excess of the socialist sensibility that is AOC. Not turn into a fan boy. This is typical of the new style of insulting your core audience. Who reads these books? Not women or soy boys. Most of his audience is hard boiled crime fiction fans like me. Atkins is directly insulting me and using the source material of a classic detective to push his liberal agenda. 

There are several reviews on Amazon that point this out. I am going to put one up too. In fact, I am going to spread the word everywhere I can to warn people about this shit. It is too late for me because I have already purchased the book the minute it came out. In fact, I preordered it, so I am fucked. I wish I could get my money back, but it doesn't work that way. 

Still and all give this crap a pass.

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

On Fire and Ice

We too experienced a fire in town Christmas night.  MrM and I were enjoying quiet peace along with the last of the tartufos we’d made for our family’s Christmas Eve dinner (courtesy of a tartufo mention here at Levity by Trooper York several years ago–only with peppermint in place of the chocolate called for ) when a call came in from SonM.  He said there was a fire underway in town at a manufacturing facility located a half a block down the hill from him.  He’d left our house to go to the 150 year old wood frame building he’s in the process of restoring in town, to fill the Christmas bowl for the cat who keeps the place mouse-free, when he noticed a flickering of light outside the window. After realizing the flickering was actually flames of fire on the roof of a building on the street below him, he called 911 to learn the alert had just come in and help was on the way.  By the time the fire trucks and volunteer firefighters arrived, the entire roof was ablaze, lighting up the night sky with flames high enough to be seen from a mile away. It took six hours and use of another town’s ladder truck to finally bring it under control and put it out.  Though the damage was severe, they’d thankfully managed to keep it contained to the one building and stopped it from spreading to any of the surrounding structures.  

Two weeks prior to that (just after the tornadoes had torn through KY) another major fire on the outskirts of our small town had taken out a large farm barn.  Both fires required firefighters and equipment from nearby towns and/counties (with multiple pumpers for the barn traveling back and forth to the city hydrants to refill)), along with numerous volunteers, and hours of time and effort to finally quench the flames.  Both fires, though small compared to the national disasters wrought by twisting winds and roaring fires that took place in KY and CO, left the people who owned and worked at those facilities with unexpected loss and devastation to handle.  Both required police presence to corral and handle the crowds of onlookers on foot and in cars who’d gathered to watch and managed to either clogged up the roads or park in the way of incoming equipment.

While the curiosity and the draw of something so unusual and life affecting is easy to understand (with myself as part of the crowd that gathered), the cluelessness that also showed up on the part of some of the lookers whose attention was diverted from their driving and apparently disconnected from the reality of more pressing needs on the part of others was something to behold.   In the overall, however, I was once again reminded of how frail, needy, self centered, and single focused humans can be, as well as how determined, strong, courageous, loyal, giving, and self-sacrificing they can also be   Most of the firefighters I saw appeared to be men, attending to difficult tasks that required endurance, strength, fortitude and dogged commitment, working together as a team to bring two devastating and relentless fires under control.  Unfortunately, there was a third fire yet to come.  Somehow, even though the one that started Christmas night was finally and thoroughly drenched and quenched in the wee hours of the morning of the 26th, with service crews working there all that day, it somehow managed to come roaring back to life again that night.   Same place, same time, with flames once again shooting through the roof and the whole scene a redo of what had taken place the night before.  As real and surreal  as it all was, what stood out most was hard work required and delivered by those committed to the task of putting out the fire and bringing things back under control.  At that point, pronouns and politics were not the main issue: safety, survival and working together were what mattered most.  

It’s my sense what we saw unfold in our small community, and what takes place elsewhere when even greater damage and devastation happens, is what will eventually come through for the people of this country when push finally comes to shove, and the unexpected fire that’s been building finally breaks out.  Despite the cluelessness and self centeredness that inevitably shows up in the face of disaster, there will also be the strength and fortitude of those committed to doing their best to address reality when it breaks through and the lies and the spin are no longer enough to our protect our lives, loved ones and livelihoods in the streets and neighborhoods where we live and work.  

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

by Robert Frost

Monday, January 17, 2022

The fall of West and the ultimate destruction of Western Civilization


I do not watch football anymore. The National Felons League has forfeited the regard of normal Americans in my eyes. They have normalized criminal behavior and celebrate "Urban" culture while having these criminals kneel to celebrate other petty criminals and disrespect our nation and it's sacred symbols.

Once upon a time I was a big time Giants fan. I had season tickets. I followed every minute of every game. I even went to training camp every year to see the new draft picks. But when the National Felons League descended into the abyss, I gave up my hard earned allegiance to Big Blue.

I do read some blogs about sports though to keep abreast of the sports world that I have divorced myself from because of its utter depravity. One of the best sires is Clay Travis's "Out Kick." He just posted something that made me want to puke.

Supposedly they want to bring ex-Miami coach Brian Flores to coach. Nothing good comes from the Dolphins. I remember when they imported Larry Csonka and he sucked balls. People move to Florida from New York. Not the other way around.

The kicker is that they want to import serial rapist Deshaun Watson. Twenty-two women say he raped them. That doesn't seem to bother the Mara's. Or the sick degenerate remnants of that once proud family. 

I remember when the Giants represented class. The hard work and values of the white working class. Kyle Rote. Andy Robustelli. Sam Huff. Tucker Fredrickson. 

Slowly but surely the values changed. Superior athletes who embraced the criminal lifestyle were incorporated into the team. Lawrence Taylor. The asshole who shot himself. Paxlico was his name. This latest move would be the last straw. Bringing a serial rapist in to lead your team. A guy who should be in jail is behind the center and the star of your team. 


A plague on their house to the last generation.

It's sick out there and getting sicker.

Sunday, January 16, 2022

On Toads and Diamonds; Human Camps and Campsites

I recently encountered the video below on another blog (American Digest) in a post about a house listed for sale for $295 million in LA.  In the twenty comments others left in response,  I was surprised to find no mention of the video or the other man-made "creation" it portrays.  That was the part of the post that impressed me the most, even more than the dollar amount or size and design features of the house.  However, I wasn’t sure how to respond, as I was half intrigued by the craziness involved all the way around, encompassing human camps and the two different campsites pictured.  I still don't know what to make of it.  

Beyond the the awe and horror of seeing the mess of refuse left on the LA streets (in the early part of the video) was the wonder of the “bike sculpture” erected on a sidewalk in LA’s Koreatown by a homeless man to honor his dead girlfriend.  Standing 18 to 20 feet tall, it's comprised of a tangle of old bicycles and bicycles part wrapped together, with two American flags situated atop. Ironically,  it also surrounds one metal street sign (at the 2:31 mark) for BlueLA (dedicated to “electrifying LA one ride at a time”) and another conveying a warning of towing for unauthorized vehicles.  With the guy responsible for setting the whole thing up in public space over seven month's time expressing what sounds like his sincere hope that people "don't touch it" or come around to wreck or destroy his work.   

What was I seeing in the overall?  A hazard?  An outcome?  A consequence?  Disconnect? Connection?  The essence of human creativity or a desire for meaning unusually or uniquely expressed?  One person or another out of touch with realty?  Whatever  that situation and conglomeration involves, the video, the "sculpture", the demeanor and attitude of the builder, and the curiosity and approach of the one doing the reporting definitely came through as a wonder to behold.   More impressive, in a myriad of ways, than a $295 million dollar house. 

On Kings and Consorts, Catching a Wave, and Sitting on Top of the World


On WHO Ya Gonna believe?


Friday, January 14, 2022

Get your books here.....

I have a bunch of books lying about all over the house. Now that I almost exclusively use Kindle I really don't have room or the inclination to keep a large library. I want to sell most of them if I can.

I tried to do it a couple of years ago with Amazon. I set up an account and actually sold a few. But it was big rip off. They paid very little and always made me wait. Plus, I shipped a bunch of books to them and when they didn't sell in three months, they said they were going to throw them out unless a paid a storage fee. I just lost them

I found a new venue to sell that someone recommended. It is called PangoBooks and it is available at the App store. It is a very easy download and you can set it up to sell your books. It is very user freindly and it has a lot of different collections. 

My collection is very heavy in mystery, sci-fi, historical fiction and alternative history. Check it out if you can and help a fella out. You might see a good book that you can get at a great price. All of them are in great condition and I am sure you will enjoy them.


Wednesday, January 12, 2022

Mama is my Spirit Guide

As I noted in a comment to one of Troop's posts, I had some qualms about putting this up although the article itself is quite well done. Then Mama said she had seen it and was intrigued and since she has become house mother to this Internet frat (she did, after all, stand up for The Blonde), I felt I was on a bit firmer ground.

This is an extremely interesting piece by Emerald Robinson. Some may be put off by her Fake News rep as a conspiracy theorist, but, if the lady's right, she's right.

The stuff about Acosta (clues 2 and 3) seems less compelling than clues 1 and 4, particularly the mention of how all Epstein's pals were Lefties - you'd think he would have recruited Conservatives. If this was a blackmail scheme, why would they extort whatever from people who were part of the Deep State?

Unless, of course, somebody who was supposed to be part of the Deep State wasn't. It may explain why Ms Maxwell is still alive.

It also may explain why we knew so much so quickly about how '20 was stolen.

Stay tuned, batfans, this could get interesting.

Tuesday, January 11, 2022


This is a pretty good movie about what it is like in a close-knit Italian neighborhood. It ain't Brooklyn but it is Staten Island. Which is where all of the wops in Brooklyn moved to over the Guinea Gangplank.

Worth checking out on Netflicks. Just sayn' you mooks.

The Babe Abides


The Babe wasn't sophisticated in his politics. He was a dyed in the wool Democrat. He did campaign for his candidate. But he didn't let it take over his life or disrespect the game.

Some of the mooks today could take a lesson.

You're Sixteen You're Beautiful (And You're Mine)

You know it was 16 degrees today in New York.  It’s not beautiful and it ain’t mine.

This song didn’t age well. Super creepy Epstein style perving  on kids. Which was the height of cool back in the day. 

It’s interesting what was normal when we were young and will get you canceled today.

I don’t get the fascination with very young girls but it has been around a long time.

I am just worried about freezing my balls off.

Thursday, January 6, 2022

You know what I say to those who demand I get a booster shot?


Bite my wiener.

(How do you think she lasted so long in Hollywood? She really knew how to suck down a wiener. Just sayn')

I had a hot time this Christmas

 Sorry for not posting more but the Holidays got in the way.

This was my Christmas present.

On Christmas Eve a car parked outside our house blew up and started burning. The fire department came and put it out. It belonged to the people across the street that we have been warring with for months. There are four brothers who live there, and they all have cars along with their girlfriends. It was one of the girlfriend's cars. We put the cone out so they move forward so we can get out of the driveway. We would curse them every day for blocking us and say, "I hope your fucking car blows up."

How the hell did that wish be the one that was granted for Christmas. 

Is this really necessary?

 So, the wife had to redecorate the bathroom. You see her Mom didn't like the beach motif we had going, and she loves this picture. It is a beach motif but has bathing beauties from the twenties eating a sandwich. 

Don't ask me.

It is just very uncomfortable when I am taking a shit and they are staring at me.

I just can't get a break.

Monday, January 3, 2022

On Barking Mad

 No cartoon drawings this time around.  No outsized body parts or golden girls to celebrate, no loose dogs to be corralled, but another public mention of mass formation psychosis and the willingness of people to be led by liars.  This time showing up in quotes taken from Dr. Robert Malone’s interview with Joe Rogan, as published in the Epoch Times:

Toward the end of his interview, Malone suggested that people are in the midst of what he called “mass formation psychosis,” drawing parallels to the mentality that developed among the German population in the 1920s and 1930s.

In those years, Germans “had a highly intelligent, highly educated population, and they went barking mad,” Malone said.

“When you have a society that has become decoupled from each other and has free-floating anxiety in a sense that things don’t make sense, we can’t understand it. And then their attention gets focused by a leader or series of events on one small point, just like hypnosis. They literally become hypnotized and can be led anywhere.

“They will follow that person. It doesn’t matter if they lie to them or whatever.”

Several years ago, he said, people were “complaining the world doesn’t make sense” and that we weren’t “connected socially anymore, except through social media.”

“Then this thing happened,” Malone said, referring to the COVID-19 pandemic. “That is how mass formation psychosis happens and that is what has happened here.”

Clip of Malone speaking those words:

Link to the full interview: