On One of These Things is Not Like the Other, Open Eyes & Tune Calling

 

One of these things is not like the others,

One of these things just doesn't belong,

Can you tell which thing is not like the others

By the time I finish my song?

Votes received by the Democrat Candidate:

2008, Obama = 69.5 million votes

2012, Obama = 65.9 million votes

2016, Clinton = 65.9 million votes

2020, Biden = 81.3 million votes

 

On Positive One More Time

 

After 4 jabs and a round with Covid, he tested negative on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, but tested positive on Saturday morning from an antigen test.

On One Thing & Another

 

On Platforms & Megaphones

 

Glenn Reynold's column at the New York Post yesterday, entitled "Team Biden’s refusal to admit we’re in a recession is just another reason Americans don’t trust our institution" concluded with the quote below containing an essential truth in regard to trust and a question in need of an answer.  

"The way you earn trust is to tell people the truth, do the things you promise to do and admit when you’re wrong and do better next time. Lying to people, breaking promises and redefining terms to escape accountability may seem slick to political operatives, but this behavior gets noticed.

Can our nation flourish when most people think it’s basically a big organized-crime operation? I doubt it very much. But who will make our leaders do better?"

Someone willing to address our current situation, involving a hullaballoo, a mashed potato, two shimmy shakers, the MSM twist and the ongoing locomotion of the runaway train, is sorely needed.  With a second question to follow the first:  How and where do we start?   

ADDED: More from ampersand, creatively dancing to his own music with "Presstitutes":

What's the Hullabaloo?

There is really only one Joey!

Wait a minute.....there was more than one Joey!

When you want to call all your friends to tell them about the latest TikTok video!

 

If only you had a cellphone like all the other kids.

What's My Line?

 

Dorothy Parker: "Men don't make passes at girls that wear glasses."

Joey Heatherton: "What about girls with great asses?"

Dorothy Parker: "Whore."

On Family Sagas & Bowls of Protection

Two articles caught my attention today, via a comment link elsewhere to The Tablet, where two different family sagas are presented and portrayed.  According to the stories told about them, both families appear to have been responsible for marking the tablet of history through the employment and deployment of two different bowls of protection. 

The first piece, entitled, The Mystery of Noah’s Ark Solved, involves a long account of the speculations, theories and math calculations based on the description and numbers provided in the Hebrew account of the ark supposedly built by Noah to preserve his family and earth's animal pairs from a catastrophic flood.  And the author, who offers evidence to support his belief the ark was most likely a bowl shaped affair, concludes with this takeaway:

"Noah and his family may stroll on the deck of a ship in Hollywood movies and modern fiction, but Genesis makes it clear that they were shut inside the ark before the flood and emerged only afterward. Noah is not a heroic sailor, like Odysseus or Sinbad or Horatio Hornblower. He is an elderly man of great piety, locked behind a door that was closed from the outside by the Lord himself, huddling with his terrified family and frantic animals in a giant container that bobs up and down on the waves like a buoy.

That is why it matters that the ark is not a boat that can be steered, but a passively drifting basket. Among other things, the story of Noah in Genesis is about being faithful during terrible events, in spite of being powerless to help yourself and those whom you love."

The other, entitled, The National Tragedy of Hunter Biden’s Laptop, goes on to describe “ How a country’s political corruption, institutional decay, and moral decline can be summed up in one sad family saga.”  A sad and damaging family saga that continues to unfold, with huge implications for those living through current reality and enduring the aftereffects of that bowl full of dysfunction, denial and duplicity.  The author outlines the timetable, describes the contents and the involvements and distancing that make up the other bowl, the bowl of protection that to this day surrounds Hunter and the family at large, with this conclusion:  "But none of these powerful and experienced men, presumably dedicated to defending the national interest, lifted a finger to stop Hunter Biden—and really, how could they? He was Joe Biden’s son, after all. And by doing nothing about him, the pillars of America’s intelligence community became the curators of the Biden family’s scandal..."

"It hardly needs to be said at this point that, contrary to media reporting on the left and right, there is no actual investigation of Hunter Biden’s laptop. In August 2020, an FBI agent who played a role in framing Trump as a Russian agent dismissed the laptop as Russian disinformation. This assessment, according to a recent letter from Sen. Grassley, caused the FBI’s investigative activity to cease. It doesn’t matter how damning the laptop’s contents might be, or whether they include child pornography or photographs of Joe Biden cashing checks from China. Whatever investigation might exist is performative, meant to show that the agencies are treating the president’s son like any other U.S. citizen. It’s a Potemkin investigation, obscuring the wasteland that was once the constitutional order before 9/11 legitimized the intelligence agencies’ ruinous attacks on it.

Still, even without a trial, it’s clear that Hunter Biden has enjoyed one of the most maniacally reckless careers in American history. What distinguishes him from real daredevils, like rock stars, test pilots, and terrorists, is that he always worked with a safety net—one billed to the American public, which will continue to pay dearly for the excess his father afforded him..."

The Case of the Deleterious Dick Toc

 

My dear Holmes,

It is your most humble petitioner, Inspector Lestrade. As you well know it has been several months since I have last requested your assistance in the troubling matter of the obscene affairs of the odious Lady Chatterley and her grass-stained lover. Today I must once again humbly beseech your assistance with respect to these horrible people.

As you know we have been long keeping a jaundiced eye on the affairs of this nefarious couple. Ever since the disappearance of Lord Douchebag the Yard has maintained a check on the activities of this group of malcontents and subversives. We occasionally insert an operative into their circle to monitor their unseemly ways. Insertion is a poor choice of words and calls to mind an unfortunate vision as illegal insertions seem to be one of the goals of the group that surrounds Lady Chatterley and her shabby vegetable loving lover. The problem with attempting this mode of surveillance is that no operative can stand to associate with these two for more than a month or two as she uniformly expels them from her presence as she is mentally unstable and brooks no contradiction or even mild questioning. An acolyte lasts about as long as a mayfly in her unstable circle. 

 

However, a situation has arisen which requires your assistance. It appears that Lady Chatterley and one of her foppish spawn have instigated an correspondence with the notorious sybarite Oscar Wilde and his circle of rich and idle degenerates. They have been forward obscene renderings of male genitalia through her Majesty's post on numerous occasions. These drawings consist of artistic renderings of various penile perturbances which are drawn in slightly different poses. They are gathered together in a pile and then turned quickly to give the illusion of motion. They call this technique Dick Toc and it has become quite the rage in the social scene of catamites and degenerates.

You might ask why I am writing to you about these beastly practices, but I do indeed have an important reason. It appears that for some reason your brother Mycroft has received some of these obscene missives. I write to you to impart a warning to him and have him destroy any of these items he might maintain in his files before the Yard moves forward with the prosecution of these obscene practices. I feel I owe it to your family because of your invaluable help and our enduring friendship.

Please give my best to your brother Mycroft and inform him that the case of the Gibbon with the distended rectum in the Yorkshire Zoo has been dropped. Please note that the occurrence of what various physicians have termed monkey pox have been reported in those environs and he should be circumspect in his intercourse with his current circle of friends and acquaintances. 

I remain as always,
Your obedient servant,
Inspector G. Lestrade
July 25, 1898

Have a Little Faith in Me

One of my favorite songs of all time.

On Outgassing, Spouting Nozzles & Gas Cans

One Saturday challenge I look forward to involves rolling through Powerline's Week in Pictures and deciding which of the ones that invite a smile contain the spark of creativity that surprises or intrigues me the most.  Today it was this one:

There he stands, an arrogant beggar, out gassing and spouting nonsense, an empty red can himself with his sniffer and symbolic male part (and public proclivities) prominently on display. 

Taking me to this in regard to nozzles of one kind or another:

 douche nozzle:  an obnoxious or contemptible person (typically used of a man).

"he's a total douchenozzle and the whole premise of the show is absurd"

Kudos as well to the person who thought up the wind turbine paint job and the tiny freezer pops! 

On Cuffs & Jabs; Power Plays, Absurdities & Play Acting

 

Four jabs for Joe, masking up the waz, mad mandates resulting in the loss of thousands of skilled workers who weren't willing to experiment with The Experimental Vaccine That's Not a Vaccine, and he still comes down with Covid.   Another version of What's in the Room? and How Do We Go About Fooling and Controlling Others with Our Power Plays, Absurdities and Play Acting?

Driving past the marina today, currently filled for the summer with the boats of those wealthy enough to afford and maintain them, I saw what looked to be a pair of  "boat people" all decked out in their summer boating duds, sunglasses and white masks, walking their tiny dog on the strip of grass that runs alongside the docks.  I wondered if they wore those masks on their boat, or if they'd put them on special to walk the dog on shore in case the soft breeze coming off the Lake was stirring up the city cooties waiting in the grass.   Meanwhile the four POC laborers repairing the sidewalk further down the way were diligently going about their work wearing reflective vests with no masks.  Two different worlds, two different playing fields, two different priorities and safety concerns as summer rolls on. 

On another note, the Patient Intake Information form I filled out today for an upcoming appointment asked if I identified as male, or identified as a female.  Among the other possibilities listed (without the word "identifies" in front) were 4 other choices: "Female-to-Male (FTM/Transgender Male/Trans Man); Male-to-Female (MTF/Transgender Female/Trans Woman); Genderqueer, neither exclusively male or female; and Choose not to disclose". 

It seems the more helpful information to have on record with regard to health considerations and potential cancer concerns would be whether I have a uterus or prostate onboard, or was born with a penis or vagina.  But no, it's more important to know what I think I am, than gather info pertaining to body parts and hormones that might require attention or testing.  I decided to check "Identifies as Female" and wrote "I am a biological female" alongside in the belief that too might be good for the doctor to know. 

On Pete & a Pelosi House Sitter; AC's, EV's & Blue Smoke

 

Legal Insurrection has a post up today on Rep Thomas Massie posing questions and providing answers to Pete Buttigieg on electricity usage.  Reading it brought to mind the old adage about all electronics running on blue smoke, with the proof being when you let the blue smoke out they no longer work.   

Who knew there was someone with mad skills like these sitting in the Pelosi-run House and serving the the Transportation and Infrastructure Committee?  I didn't, and was surprised to read the following on Massie's website:

"U.S. Representative Massie attended the Massachusetts Institute of Technology where he earned a Bachelor’s degree in Electrical Engineering and a Master’s Degree in Mechanical Engineering. During school, he invented a technology that enabled people to interact with computers using their sense of touch and leveraged that technology to found SensAble Technologies, Inc., which raised over $32 million of venture capital, created 70 jobs, and obtained 29 patents. The hardware and software he developed is now used to design automobiles, jewelry, shoes, dental prosthetics, and even reconstructive implants for wounded soldiers.

In Congress, Thomas serves on two committees: the House Committee on Transportation & Infrastructure and the House Judiciary Committee."

They Jill Zarin is very thirsty....

This is not that.

 

On the More Serious Side: Arguments & Challenges, Content & Process

 If you haven't already read Neo's July 14, post on her site entitled "Arguing content, arguing process" it's worth considering in full at this link, along with the part that caught my attention, quoted below.  In her post, written in response to the exchange that took place between Senator Hawley and Bridges concerning who can get pregnant, she first clarifies the difference between a content argument and a process approach and then goes on to provide an example of what more might have been said to challenge the promoted premise and address the heart of the matter.  

"He (Hawley) then resorts to some snark, which Bridges has already displayed as well; that’s a process approach. But my suggestion would be to eliminate the snark and go to a different kind of process move – you might call it a meta-process move – and to challenge the entire premise of what the left is actually doing here, which is to redefine reality through words and to reify personal belief systems as truth. That’s actually the heart of the matter, and I think it needs to be called out.

Not that it would convince anyone on the left; of course it won’t. But it’s an attempt to pull back the curtain and expose the inner workings of the tactic, and make it clear what’s going on and how revolutionary it really is.

Here’s an example, off the top of my head (there are probably better ones):

 What you’re doing here is the sort of thing the left continually does, which is to attempt to redefine words as they see fit, in order to drive a political agenda. In doing that, the left throws out the obvious traditional meanings of a word such as “woman” or “violence,” and substitutes something that not only contradicts the word’s traditional meaning but contradicts reality, and substitutes a politically-driven completely subjective meaning for words, a meaning that denies reality. [Then I would suggest shifting to a more content-focused argument.] We all know – although you refuse to say – that only biological females who are past puberty – that is, young women or women – get pregnant, as opposed to biological males – that is, young men or men. To deny that is to deny reality. And we all know that words are words and are not violence, and that violence refers to acts rather than words. The left doesn’t get to determine these things, and the left sounds absurd when it tries to do so. "

On Everyday Awe & Webbs of Light

Laughing in the face of Existential Dread, with a hat tip to Polymaths, Heliocentrism and Human Humor.  Let there be Light!   

On Dressing Up, Standing Up, High Heels & Punch Back

 

"If you will lie about something so obvious, I will assume you are willing to lie, distort, or pervert truth to serve whatever purposes matter most to you," would be how I'd state my take on this.  

On Searches & Xelebrations of Uniquenexx

 

On Cash, Cache, & Cashiering

 

Cache:  a hiding place; a hidden store of goods, from French cacher to hide  

Cashier (n): a person responsible for receiving payments for goods, services; an employee, as in a market, who totals purchases and collects payment from customers;  an executive who superintends the financial transactions and commitments of a company. from Dutch cassier or French caissier, from casse money chest, caissier custodian of a money-box 

Cashier (v): To dismiss from a position of command or responsibility, especially for disciplinary reason, from Middle Dutch kasseren, from Old French casser, from Latin quassāre to quash 

Alternative Title: On Hiding in Plain Sight, Revealing Laptops, Super-Intending Executives, Filling the Money Chest & a Perverted Pair of Corrupt Custodians in Need of Quashing. 

On Horn Dogs & the Dogged; On & Off Leash

 

"President Joe Biden has been lying about his knowledge and likely his involvement in his son's business dealings since at least 2018...Because the Biden family has been so deeply involved and so vehemently denied their involvement with Chinese business, the next question is as inescapable as the first: Does the flow of money to the Biden family from China influence the foreign policy of the United States?"

Quote from:  https://www.gatestoneinstitute.org/18698/retreat-small-steps

Rest in Peace Paulie....say hello to Ma

This is the best illustration of what these guys are like.

"I know you."

For additional info you can check out "Hispter Holocaust" at the old place.

That is what is taken up my time.

I did have to laugh that he was buried out of Regina Pacis. Do you remember the story about the junkies that broke in and stole the jewels off the statues?

On Thinking and Being

 

I don’t know what stops every adult woman who's had one or more personal life experiences with monthly periods, pregnancy, miscarriage, childbirth, breast feeding, endometriosis, uterine cancer or menopause, from standing up for themselves and acknowledging the reality of this unique as a taco truth.  

On Backward Blunders: Taco Takes & Takebacks

 

On Pounding and Procurring

 

Close to interchangeable?  With one if not both out there pounding something, if not the pavement.  Two different sniffers hot after the scent, both intent on procuring, obtaining and using to fulfill their addictions.  The American people, nay, the world is being used and manipulated by these two con men. The only thing missing to complete this package is an honorable Beau.   

81 million votes my ass

 

That chick with the enormous butt sure is abusing that demented old bastard. But remember, some people wanted that pathetic pedophile to be our "leader". You know, people who thought mean tweets were bad for the republic. Alcholic law profs and the like. Yep, that is the face of a man who can lead and who should have his finger on the nuclear button:

Daughter-fucker belongs in a home. And he needs a diaper change.

He and his son both love children, and not in a good way. 

On Channeling & Humor Ketching Up

 

Good to know I wasn't the only one hearing voices.   Use of Wendy's as the setting is a fun twist that punctuates, like a drip of ketchup from a fry on a console or shirt, the Wall of dementia, delusion and denial that's currently standing in place, or better yet, responsible for driving this country who knows where.   

Added:  While considering the Wall , the Car, and the Driver, this showed up:

Trio

 Tony Sirico, Larry Storch and James Caan. One of these is not like the others.

Also, that "Group of three" thing is bullshit. When does the clock start, when does it stop. It's really more a of a continuum as people shuffle off this mortal coil all the time. Every day, in fact.

RIP Sonny!

I will always think of you as Mississippi. 

On Mammoth Boobs & Meatheads

On Stooges, Levity & the Freedom to Speak and Listen

 

"If I get a woman pregnant and she carries it to term and goes after me for child support in the courts; I'm not allowed to say, my money, my choice. "The woman is allowed to kill it, but I'm not allowed to abandon it." - Dave Chappelle.

Bottom line: Men and Women are not created equal.

H/T for the above goes to this blog's founder, whose desire to make a "comment home" for those without one after the unexpected explosion and expulsion that took place on a Fourth of July weekend nine years ago led to the formation of this peculiar place of free expression.  I respect what he's done in the years since then to make his own life more manageable and I continue to value the humor, insights and levity shared in his comments elsewhere.  

My thanks also to those who've picked up and carried the responsibilities of keeping Levity open. 

I've been oddly and unusually blessed, perplexed, informed, disgusted and charmed by what I've encountered here over the years.  In thousands of posts, with hundreds of comments garnered in the early days to the reliable few that show up now,  Lem's Levity continues to function as a place where views can be freely expressed and viewing as a choice is still allowed to happen.   These days, that's no small thing. 

This was predicted

 

For those who think the idea of a demented President never occurred to anyone before, consider the Hot Shots!' movies Adm, later Pres, Tug Benson.

Right down to the incredible whoppers ("Took a bazooka round at Little Bighorn").

On Nuts and Bread & Parrots and Pirates

 

These two from Powerline's Pics of the Week brought a much needed laugh.  Hard to pick a favorite among the pure breads.  Whoever thought up and put that one together gets my vote.   Along with the person who came up with the idea of The Incredible Cassidy parroting a story that involves Trump grabbing the wheel and delivering the goods in a pirate voice.  

On Abomination & Admonition; Wisdom & Foolishness; Hard Work, Honor & Accomplishment

Yesterday’s ponderings on deplorability, crazed eyes/”I’s”, and liars in fire pants, brought up an old timey word of judgment and awareness that goes back to past experiences of nightly Bible readings at the family dinner table following supper; and that word was: abomination.  Which prompted me to wonder what it involved, and whether entering into Abomination Territory might be a step beyond being considered Deplorable or Demented?  

While use of the word abomination connects back to unclean food and sexual acts in the OT’s book of rules for the Israelite people, Solomon’s take on it, as recorded in the Book of Proverbs, involves a set of different behaviors with far reaching consequences.  Even though he carried and lived with his own mixed bags of wisdom and foolishness, King Solomon had this to convey (from the KJV) about what constitutes an abomination in the eyes of Yahweh, the One True God, who according to the story, had honored him as a young king by giving him the gift of wisdom:   

These six things doth the Lord hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him:

A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood,

An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief,

A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren.

When it comes to accessing what I’ve noted in regard to current political posturing,  I prefer this more recent interpretation and listing from The Message:

Here are six things God hates,

    and one more that he loathes with a passion:

        eyes that are arrogant,

        a tongue that lies,

        hands that murder the innocent,

        a heart that hatches evil plots,

        feet that race down a wicked track,

        a mouth that lies under oath,

        a troublemaker in the family. 

Also of note today, another fit with my lived experience, from AmmoGrrll over at Powerline, on what she believes necessary to accomplish anything:  To accomplish anything, you need people who come from a culture that honors work and expects results – Mormons, other Christians, ex-military, small town people, small business owners, farmers, old-school geezers working part-time in retirement, entrepreneurs, Conservatives, and Central American immigrants!  

And finally atop all that the word "abomination" and considerations of hard work brought to mind,  I also recalled this admonition from a later NT chapter in what my dad used to call, “The Good Book”. 

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.

New to my yard garden this Fourth of July, is Miss Ruby, a butterfly bush I picked up on sale this past week at our local nursery.  I was looking for tomato plants for MrM's deck garden, when I walked past the butterfly bush and saw a Monarch alight on one of the blooms.  And I knew then it was for me.  On the day my dad died in 1994, and for a week after, I’d had the unusual experience of a Monarch butterfly closely following me around whenever I went outdoors.  Whether it was a sign from him or not is anyone's guess, but I found it comforting, as he loved nature.  For as committed as he was to biblical principles, scripture and dogma, he also thought deeply about and genuinely appreciated the freedom to consider whatever came through to him as true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent, or praiseworthy; and I’m grateful for that legacy as well.  I’m hopeful Miss Ruby might outlast me, and provide blossoms, beauty and a place for other butterflies to land in the years to come.  Whether she does or not, she's part of this year's celebration of freedom and goodness in the land of the living, and who knows where else?